Rhyme Time

Oh how funny it is when your sweet, innocent, little girl comes running in the room singing duck, stuck, smuck... and you get the picture. Of course she has no idea what she said and I certainly didn't tell her.

Originality

In the quest to name our children there are a few schools; first their is the traditional, Jack and Jane and then the extremest, Ocean and Apple, we fall somewhere between. Not totally weird but not that common either. With both babies we found a name we liked then looked at the Social Security list of registered names to see where they fall. Both were really far down the list, so we think we're pretty safe. Odds are they will be the only ones in their class with it and most likely they won't be chastised... too much. Well we are sitting at the food court eating dinner one night and come to find out the family sitting next to us who have two kids a girl and a boy have also named there children Lainey and Eliot. I know; it was totally weird, they did spell them differently but still, so weird. S0 I guess we are not quite as original as we thought, ha.

Dairy Free

Do you know how much you eat dairy? Yeah I didn't either until my 3 week old started the exorcist style of spitting up. I am seriously talking, arms flailing, spit up coming out of the nose and mouth, shooting across the room. Oh and I cannot forget the look of panic on my baby's face. This did not only happen once but about every other day for about a week; and as you would guess almost only when someone was holding him. One particular time his Gigi was holding him while dressed uber cute and within a moment all was lost. Someone standing by asked "so does his head spin too?" to which I calming replied, "my child is not possessed." So the day came that I called my pediatrician, they told me to do what I already suspected and feared... cut out ALL dairy. At first you think, oh ok I can do this... no milk for your cereal or no cheese on your sandwich, but then you relize that is just the tip of the iceburg. Now I don't know if my family consumes more dairy than yours, maybe because I love cheese or that my husband is from a little state called Wisconsin, but either way I relized we eat a lot of dairy. I will have to say at home things are not that big of a deal, I have vegan cheese, soy cream (for the ever important coffee) and rice milk, so I make do. There are a few minor things at home like when said Wisconsinite wants to eat ice cream while sitting next to you on the couch. Yes, yes I know there is soy ice cream, but at some point it is just not worth it. Then there is going out to eat, this is hard. Sure there is usually something to order, but when you are sitting at your favorite pizza joint eating a salad because they don't have vegan cheese it leaves something to be desired; or when your sisters has made a wonderful choccolate sauce... oh I mean Pot de Creme, poured over ice cream. Truthfully though, it is worth it, I know E is getting the best food for him and I can wear my shirt for longer than just between feedings. So the next time you order coffee with cream, a cheese burger or even eat that cherry cobler think of me and enjoy.

Premeditated Deception...

Picture this, you are two and a half, and you want a delicious treat from the loot you scored two nights before. It is only 10:00 in the morning, so you ask, "Mama can I have candy?" No dice, she says "no it is too early for sweets." Even you know the toaster pastry you just ate has way more sugar than that pack of skittles you currently are eying. Okay only a minor setback, you wait until you see your window. Aha! Mom has to get in the shower. Unfortunately she is distracted by the TV and the email she says she has to write, so she sits back down on the couch... "Mommy do you have to take a shower?" you ask sweetly just to remind her as she is typing away. Patiently you pass the time, about thirty minutes, playing on the floor. Just as you start to lose hope she closes the computer and you jump up and grab her hand. "Mama go take a shower now" you say as you pull your mother, who at this point may or may not know you are up to something, into the bathroom. You let go and run into the other room climbing up on the chair by the counter where a great big bowl filled with any candy your heart desires awaits you. "Finally" you think to yourself; but just as you reach for a piece there she is. Oh no Mommy has followed you; wide eyed and startled, putting on the cutest most innocent face you quickly come up with something to try to weasel your way out. But since she isn't buying it; off to baby jail you go. You have served your time and gotten off easy, but know now if you try that again things will not go well for you.