He Speaks, and It Kicks

Three weeks ago, I was pretty concerned over H’s verbal abilities.  The minute we got back from our family vacation, his vocabulary seemed to multiply x 3.  He’s even connecting words now!  The other day he said, “YAY big truck!! Bye Truck, see ya Monday!”  and like it wasn’t really proper use of “Monday” but everything else was right on.  In general he’ll usually be able to put 2 words together and a third if he’s feeling extra confident, but that’s really it.  He can say things like “No Mama”, “more juice please”, “No way”, and he can even say his first and last name now.  It is a major improvement, I’m no longer concerned.  Today, he pointed to my chest and said “heart” and then pointed to his chest and said “Harrison heart”… and it might have been because my shirt had hearts on it or he might have learned that in school because we certainly haven’t taught him that one!  Thank goodness for school (he also aged up into a new classroom last week!  Such a big kid).  Today, he even peed in the potty – twice!  We haven’t stared potty training yet, but it’s a good sign that he was willing to do it more than once in a day.

Since Thanksgiving, he’s also seemed to lose his hilarious buddha belly.  He’s slimmed down a bit, and seemed to be spreading his weight around more evenly.  I think he’s eating a bit better too, more fruits and veggies and less empty foods (Thank you Nutritionist).  Yesterday I noticed that his head looked really huge and he just seemed like a little lollipop running around in a diaper and he used to look so much more belly-ish.  I was a little worried that he’d keep that belly forever!  It was really endearing though…

After our traveling adventures, we had a really rough week trying to get him back into his routine – his sleeping was bad, his temperament was super bad (mostly with me for some reason.  The tantrums were just epic.), and he grew even more attached to daddy.  He wakes up in the morning and wants daddy right away, he will say “daddy” 5,000 times from the time he wakes up to the time we get downstairs and he starts to drink his milk and really wake up with a few minutes of Arthur.  If I’m on my own in the morning, it’s really hit or miss if we can make it out of the house in one piece.  If daddy is around to help, it’s much easier.  This really came out of nowhere though, a month ago, he never would have cared if daddy was around in the mornings and now it’s like of the utmost importance to him.

Our near term goal is to cut his hair.  We tried to bring him in for a haircut and it was a super bad idea.  His stranger danger was far too great to be overcome.  So I finally, after a very long time, cut the back and sides of his hair but the top and front remain and that will be the hardest part with him freaking out and batting me away.  I’d love to get it done before Christmas, but who knows if it will work out.

Our long term goal is to manage the nap situation.  I feel very strongly that it needs to be addressed now.  Abe doesn’t feel strongly at all about it.  I think it’s gotten way out of control.  He will only nap in Abe’s arms or in the car and then in his arms (at home), while at school he will go lay down on a mat and sleep for almost 2 hours without protesting.  If we put him in his crib, he will cry and scream and protest for what seems like ages.  He’s playing us.  The child is winning.  I don’t want to let him win anymore because this pregnant lady is too tired and impatient to deal with it.  The other long term goal is to try and get him through the stranger danger phase… but that should happen naturally I think?

This pregnancy has been not so fun.  I’m 16 weeks, 6 days today.  Yesterday, I fell down the stairs as I was thinking about work and tweaked my neck.  On Monday, I slipped forward like 10 feet and fell flat on my face on a super hard surface with my work bag and lap top bag weighing me down.  My knees are really bruised now.  I can’t remember the last time I took a spill that badly but it turns out that my shoe had lost the little nub on the heel so it was like super slippery on an already slippery floor so like: death.  I need to buy new boots.  Food is like the most uninteresting thing in the world to me right now.  Most nights, I just nibble at something.  Food just doesn’t sound or look good to me most of the time, and cooking it sounds even less appealing.  That might be a good thing so I don’t even up gaining too much weight, but it could also just be a phase.  My belly is big, but I actually think there are some people who still don’t know that I’m pregnant so I think the initial growth has slowed.

I’ve felt the baby kick a few times, it’s not that often, but it’s here and there and much earlier than with H.  I’ve also had Braxton Hicks contractions already, which seems really soon to me, but apparently it’s normal in the second trimester for some people.  I think that means I need to slow down, drink more water, and take better care of myself.  Not that I’m running around really, but I’m stressed and exhausted quite a bit and I’m always forgetting to drink water.  I don’t know though, maybe this is normal and I just forget!

We are just trying to make it to Christmas, I think we can get there.

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Turkey Day Travel aka OMFG…

This year for Thanksgiving, we took H on his first plane ride down to Orlando to visit Grandma and Grandpa and the rest of Abe’s family. We’ve been back for a few days now – I think that I might be getting close to recovering from the pain.

We were really nervous about this trip and for months leading up to this “vacation”, we were trying to mentally prepare ourselves for the inevitable.  H is a stubborn and strong headed little toddler, which generally means that he does not like what other people try to make him do.  You need H to sit still for 60 seconds?  He doesn’t want to?  That means it’s not happening, end of story.  He’s totally at the point where meltdowns are normal and because he’s so strong headed and determined in life, they can last a long time…

We read somewhere that when it’s time to board, that one parent should go onto the plane right away and get the car seat settled and the bags.  Then the other parent should wait until the last moment to board with the child to shorten the length of time on the plane.  This was the worst fucking advice.  Because of this advice that we followed, H saw daddy get onto the plane and then had the Most Epic Meltdown in the universe.  In the middle of the gate area, on the floor with hundreds of people walking past us left and right because he refused to move from the middle of the corridor.  He screamed and cried and screamed “DADDA!!!!!!!!”  You’d think that Daddy died.  Tears, snots, screaming, absolute mental breakdown.  People stared of course, not that I cared.  But there was nothing that I could do.  I just sat on the floor with him and rubbed his back and told him that everything was going to be Ok.  Then I gave up, and put us in line to board (still crying and screaming).  We got onto the plane and the crying ceased.  He was then so tuckered out from his epic meltdown that he was willing to sit in his seat and watch his iPad for about 1 show long, and then mom cried.  It was just really horrible.  I like couldn’t handle it, and did I mention that this flight had a connection?  The rest of the flight was a combination of freaking out, napping, and then a meltdown when we started to descend with ear pain or something.  It was overall pretty horrible.  Also, I had to change like 3 diapers because he drank like 30 ounces of apple juice.

It turns out that once we landed, we noticed that he had a 102 fever.  His fever remained off and on for the remainder of our trip and his cough got worse and worse.  That night, he actually did pretty well in the hotel and slept in his pack and play in his own bedroom.  He puked in his bed – that was a nice surprise in the morning.  Then he did pretty well playing with his cousins when he wasn’t going crazy with boredom.  The best cousin moment was when he was chasing around his cousin Avery who is only 6 months older, while rubbing his chest with the please sign, and saying “Please! Please!” as he held up the other hand for a high-five.  She ran away saying “no no no no”.  It happened again later with a hug that was refused.  They were really funny together, they called each other “Baby”.

There was one day that we took the kids to a big playground, and H was in toddler heaven.  He ran around like a mad man letting out all of his pent up energy.  He slept well that night (he puked that day too of course).  He chased and terrorized peacocks, who apparently lived there.  He climbed up a high ladder all by himself and celebrated by jumping up and down at the top and cheering for himself.  It was a really great field trip for all of the kids that day.

I wish this didn’t happen, but it did…  H was running back and forth an back and forth across a big leather couch, and then suddenly stopped and exploded puke all over it.  I caught some of it, but we had to wipe that thing down big time.  The funny part is that pretty much nobody reacted.  The other kids on the couch totally didn’t even budge, they just kept on doing whatever they were doing.  That night we debated about bringing him to an urgent care facility – but it was Thanksgiving night so most of them were closed and healthcare in Florida is not something that I really have faith in for whatever reason.  I just wanted to wait to go to his regular practice where they know him and all of his issues and stuff.  Anyhow, we ended up waiting after calling the on call pediatrician, even though she told us to bring him somewhere.

Because of the really horrible experience on the way down, we changed our flight home.  We cancelled our flights, bought one way direct flights with another airline, and left a day earlier!  We even paid an overweight bag fee, because nothing was going to stop us from getting our bodies and our stuff home as fast as possible.  We should have gotten direct flights to begin with, we’re fucking idiots, but that was one of the many lessons we learned on this trip.  Another big lesson: some kids are not meant to travel!  Honestly, this kid is not setting foot on a plane again until he’s like 5.  Sometimes you have to do this kind of thing for family holidays, but I’m not sure that this family will survive another one of these lovely experiences.

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12 Weeks 5 Days

Laura_12 weeks 5 days pregnant_smallI’m almost into my second trimester.  I think that the morning sickness might finally be behind me.  For me, that’s the worst part about pregnancy, it’s just horrible to feel like that all of the time.  At this point, I just feel tired a lot.

I went for genetic testing and had an ultrasound done.  The baby looks unusually huge to me – they said it’s normal though.  What doesn’t seem too normal to me is the size of the baby’s belly!  Look at that thing.  It’s like H’s belly in real life.

Ultrasound_12 weeks 5 daysI feel kind of bad for this baby already.  I used to really take care to record my pregnancy progress with H, but like… life.  Even this post took me like a week to write, so at this point I’m into my 13th week.  I can’t ever remember to charge my nice camera, the little remote thingy for it is out of batteries, and I have no idea where the tripod is anyhow.  I’m working full time, trying to take care of H, and there are always 100 things on the to-do list.  The other day, I had to run out for an emergency grocery shopping trip because otherwise nobody was going to be eating that night.  I’m assuming this is all really normal for a second/third/fourth kid, right?

The cravings with this baby are so funny: cheesy queso dip, pizza, donuts, ketchup.  With little H, I seemed to crave Big Macs a lot, but I have been pretty turned off be ground beef this time around.  It’s so different at times now though – food flavors are sometimes really intense.  Like the whole ketchup situation is crazy.  I’ve always been a big ketchup lover, but the way it tastes to me now is like a whole new experience.  With H, I use to get cravings for like a day and then they’d be gone but now I’ll get them for days.  I was craving donuts like 3 days ago, and I finally got them last night and I have been feeling very satisfied eating them ever since.  I’m going to have to throw them out today or I fear I might all of them!

Things that I will be taking advantage of: maternity pants during the holidays.  I’m a little sad that we won’t be having the holiday with my family this year, only because I think the food is better.  But that means that we’ll be doing Christmas at our house and you can bet there will be a serious spread going on.  I’m already thinking about the menu and the assorted desserts.  I think little H will even have some special cookies this time.  I’m drooling just thinking about 1 month from now.  Stretchy pants!!

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Baby #2 – AHH!

We’re totally crazy… Baby #2 is on the way!  What’s crazier than that is how much I’m showing compared to with Baby H at this point.  Second pregnancies generally show much sooner, but this is effing ridiculous.  I’m wearing maternity leggings right now and I’m in a belly band already for work pants.

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Baby #2 and HUGE! 11 weeks and 4 days

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Baby #1 Barely Showing! 10 weeks and 3 days

This pregnancy has been different but the same.  Morning sickness – check.  Food aversions – check.  Poor sleep – check.

With H, I had really severe morning sickness but only at night.  I was throwing up like every other night and couldn’t even eat dinner for like 18 weeks.  With Baby #2, I’ve had more moderate morning sickness all day that gets worse at night but not as bad as with Baby H.  I feel like this will pass faster than 18 weeks too, it’s already getting a little bit better.

I was working full time before, but I really only had to take care of myself and that’s pretty easy.  Sure I had to take out the dog, but like, whatever. Now, I get home from work and I have to wrangle a crazy toddler into eating dinner and get him in and out of the tub before bed.  This kid is nuts.  This morning he pooped on the floor (Yes, Really).  Anyhow, it’s extra draining taking care of a child while being pregnant and working full time.  At the same time, I think that work can distract from feeling really crappy sometimes.

This time I actually have 3 other friends who are pregnant at the same time (2 for their second and 1 for her first).  It’s nuts.  Everyone just FREAK OUT!  Also this time I’m really hoping for a girl.  From what I’ve seen, girls are a lot easier in the young years.  I don’t know anyone who has a more challenging kid than H, and while that may be mostly his stubborn personality, I also can’t see a girl doing half the crazy shit he does.  So we’re just convinced it will be a girl and that’s that… if it’s not, there will be tears of absolute fear during the 18 week ultrasound when the gender is revealed.  TBD!

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A Few Recipe Wins

I’ve been absent from here for a long time.  I’ve been spending my time being super tired, stressed, and annoyed with the world.  Care to join me?

When I’m tired and stressed and annoyed, the last thing I want to do is cook.  These are the days that I truly hate cooking, so I look to others for fast/easy recipes that I can use to get through the week until the weekend when you know I’ll be ordering Chinese food delivery.  Sometimes they work out, other times they go up in flames.  Here are a couple recents -

A recipe fail (one of many):

Pinterest – Crock Pot French Onion Soup.  It turned out so disappointing!  Like, I could barely eat it – I did anyhow because I was starving, but it was not good.  I can’t even find the exact recipe that I used, but I think that some things are just not meant to be put into a slow cooker.  I really do want to punch everyone who gave the recipe rave reviews though, they must have no idea what the real thing tastes like.

Recipe wins (because that’s what people care about!):

Table for Two – Honey Soy Chicken.  I loved how few ingredients were needed to make this recipe and I was able to prep. it in 10 minutes while H ate his dinner, which is like gold.  It came out delicious, I would make this one again for sure.  I served it on top of white rice, and would have served with green beans if I had the time to make them that night.

Table for Two – Take Out, Fake Out: Beef and Broccoli. This was a crock pot meal, and I really didn’t have high hopes for it because I’ve tried to make beef and broccoli in the crock pot before with very mediocre results.  This one was different!  I had to double it, which you’d think is like not rocket science but sometimes it doesn’t work well.  This one worked perfectly fine, and it was delicious.  I’m looking forward to eating leftovers later.

Table for Two – Holy Yum Chicken.  This recipe sounds really weird – it’s mainly dijon mustard and maple syrup, but it got so many great reviews that I decided it was worth trying.  It was very good.  I preferred the Honey Soy Chicken over this one, but that’s mainly because I prefer Asian flavors if given the choice.

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The Crazy That Lives Here

Do you ever feel like you’re just sleep walking?  That’s what I feel like these days.

Yesterday, I was walking out of daycare with H and there was another family right behind me.  So of course I try to open their car door instead of mine by accident.  I was like, “OMG, I’m losing my mind, SORRY!”  And of course it was a kid in H’s class, and of course it was the kid who he likes to bite all of the time (like the only kid H ever bites).  The dad was probably thinking that we’re such a huge mess – but they’re no picnic either.  Their car looked nothing like mine as an FYI!

H slept like a champion last week, but this week he has been waking up every night for some reason or another. Sometimes it’s just been for a few minutes, but last night he was up from 12-4:30!  Just wide awake but refusing to sleep or be in his crib.  Abe even took him for a ride in the car at 2am but even that didn’t work.  It was really awful and really painful.  Many different methods were used to get him to go back to sleep and he refused them all.  Abe was super-dad in handling the situation, but super-dad is heading on a business trip soon so hopefully this nonsense disappears before then.

H’s favorite things in the world right now are his tools.  His drills, the screws that go with his drills, screwdrivers, everything.  He is like Curious George and his always leaving his stuff all over the place, but sometimes he’ll just get up and run around the house looking for something but it’s usually his drill.  When he finds it, he’ll just sit there and play with it independently for like 10 minutes – which is a very long time, let me tell you.  He also really loves the board books that have the little tabs so he can open up doors or whatever to see something behind flaps.  He really doesn’t want us to read him the book, he just wants us to flip the pages for him so he can open each little door.  There is even a book that has little flaps that open to reveal TOOLS – imagine the excitement!

I’ve been thinking about painting H’s play room in the basement.  It seems like: Oh No Biggie!  But the space is a huge wide open area so it will be a lot of painting.  More importantly picking a color feels like such a big important decision since it’s so much space!  OMG the pressure.  I once had a friend with this bright green basement, we called it Matty’s 70s Basement because his parents painted it in the 70s and you could seriously tell.  It was hideous beyond belief.  I’d like to try to avoid a situation like that, but I also want it to be more fun than my usual paint color choices: light gray, light blue, light yellow, light purple, etc.  Any thoughts?  I’ve been looking at Pinterest for playroom inspiration and I immediately shut that down.  It was too overwhelming and who has time/money for any of that shit?  Not this busy family.  I just want to paint the walls and find a place for a chalkboard “wall”.  Taking paint color suggestions!

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Toddler Eczema and Itchy Skin – Your Days are Numbered

Two days after starting a new skin routine for H, and I am really blown away by his overall improvement.  His skin is smoother all over as opposed to his stomach and back feeling like sand paper all of the time.  His scalp doesn’t have a film of white dry skin on the top anymore (I always thought it was like cradle-cappyness coming back to visit, but was just dry skin).  He isn’t itching his body as much.  I can’t say for sure because I’m not with him 100% of the day, but I feel that he’s itching at least 50% less.  He hasn’t itched his crotch yet.  I know he probably will eventually, but hasn’t just yet.  Today was the first day that I even used the “body Rx ointment” (mometasone furoate cream 0.1%) – a tiny dab on 1 ankle and 1 wrist and randomly 1 hip.  That might sound like a lot, but that’s really nothing, his skin looks overall really great.

So what exactly did I change?:
Diaper cream – stopped using Triple Paste, started using Max. Strength Desitin from the can.  Must be from the can because it lets you apply thicker creamier layers that you never thought would be imaginable – I just put it all over his crotch, not his bum.  Downside: it’s stinky and hard to get off your hands.

Cut down on wipes.  The dermatologist suggested that I stop using wipes all together and just use a warm wash cloth with water, and Cetaphil if he needs some good cleaning.  Obviously that’s a harder thing to do when he’s in daycare, but I’ve cut back at home and the doctor thought that was a good place to start.

Body wash – stopped using California Baby and started using a bar of Dove Sensitive soap on H’s body and Aveeno Baby Wash and Shampoo in his hair.  This area alone made a surprisingly big difference.

Moisturizer – stopped using Hydrolatum and Aquaphor and started using Aveeno Eczema Therapy moisturizer.  It’s so much thinner compared to the paste consistency of Hydrolatum, but it works surprisingly well.

Prescriptions – stopped using triamcinolone acetonide ointment 0.1% on eczema or itchy flares.  Just started today using mometasone furoate cream 0.1% (body) and have not yet needed to use hydrocortisone butyrate cream 0.1% (groin/face).

The funny part to me is that all of the changes that I made are all much cheaper…
Triple Paste ($25.99), California Baby Wash ($25), Wipes ($35/month or so), Hydrolatum ($18), Aquaphor ($20) = $124

Desitin ($20), Dove Sensitive Skin Bar ($2), Aveeno Shampoo ($14) Less Wipes ($15/month), Cetaphil ($10), Aveeno Eczema Therapy Moisturizer ($14) = $75

When you compare how long certain things last too or the fluid oz. or whatever, the divide gets even greater.  The Aveeno shampoo is a huge bottle that will easily last at least 3 months if not 5.  The Cetaphil is something that I don’t need to use all of the time and probably will use very little since he’s at school most of the time.  It’s just interesting.

I remember when I thought that you just like bath a child – soap, shampoo, put in pajamas and put them into bed.  I was so wrong about just about everything.

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Bear Update

I tried sitting down to put a post together for weeks, days, hours, and it just wasn’t happening.  There was always something else to be done – like rummaging through the house for a piece of chocolate or breaking down 50 cardboard boxes for recycling day or making H’s new obsession – hash browns.

H’s allergy results came back – he’s still allergic to every thing he was before plus sesame.  It was a really terrible ordeal (blood test and skin test), and luckily we don’t have to go through it again until next year.  Our dreams of ordering him pancakes at a restaurant have been postponed.  I’m also now realizing that he’s getting kind of big… in the belly.  Like he might be getting a little chubby, so he’s certainly getting enough to eat, but honestly I’m not sure he can see his feet when he looks down.

Yesterday we went to see a Dermatologist to talk about all of H’s skin issues: eczema, dry itchy skin, rashes, etc.  After keeping me waiting for what felt like a toddler eternity, we were seen and I think it was a dr./patient match made in heaven.  This guy was super old, but he had 4 kids of his own with lots of skin and diaper rash issues, and he was just really great.  He had loads of suggestions to treat the problems based on his own experience and his medical experience (he was clear on which was which too) he shot down what the pediatrician had said and offered different advice, which I’m more than happy to take since the Pedi’s advice wasn’t working – but then again, one can’t expect a general pediatrician to have all of the answers.  I left there feeling like the world was going to be a lot less itchy for the bear, and H actually ran out of the office building like he was feeling pretty good about the appointment too.  I spent like a hundred dollars on supplies after that, but only because everything I buy has to be in multiples with his multiple care givers (daycare, Nana, and me).  Tip worth spreading: for a kid’s sensitive skin, instead of spending $25 on a fancy organic body wash (Like I was), Dove Sensitive bar soap is what the dermatologist recommends!  MIND BLOWN!!  I seriously was like: “So California Baby, and Aquaphor wash aren’t as good, are you sure, are you kidding?!”   Second tip: Specialists are worth seeing, even if they keep you waiting or book out far in advance or cost a higher copay.

We also got two new prescription ointments for his eczema/itching.  One of them is for the body.  The other one is for the crotch.  I asked several times that they make sure the instructions notate the location!  If this doesn’t work, then I don’t even know.  His crotch itching is still happening.  The one thing that I’ve finally realized is that keeping him on Zyrtec daily helps the itch, but it doesn’t make it go away 100%.

So yeah that’s an update on all of the bear’s many many ailments.

photo 1(4)On the very very upside – he’s been sleeping really well.  Shhh don’t tell him though, I don’t think he knows yet.

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Body 19 Months Postpartum

My body post baby has been kind of a roller coaster.  It took me about 6 months to lose 40 pounds of baby weight (I clearly remember returning to work 3 months post baby wearing my maternity pants but being Ok with that).  After 6 months, I just kept losing and lost a handful more pounds that I didn’t really need to lose – it was purely stress weight loss.  I literally did not have time to eat, I was nursing or pumping a million times a day, and I was so stressed out with work and juggling the world.  I was getting a decent amount of exercise then because we still had our dog who required lots of walks (I did them all), and so that kept me pretty lean.  Then our dog attacked the baby, and she was sent away to live somewhere else and my activity level dropped.  I actually know this because my Jawbone Up band went from me achieving around 8,000-10,000 steps per day down to around 4,000-5,000 steps per day currently.  That’s a massive drop in activity, and I can feel it.

Suddenly, I noticed that I have a belly…which shouldn’t be all that shocking due to my lack of activity these days.  But like, not like a floppy-skin belly from just having a baby, but like a floppy-skin belly with like weight gain under it.  I used to gain like all over the place nice and spread out (and like a lot in my face) but this time it’s like 90% in my belly and like 10% in my arms.  My body is so weird right now!  WTF is this?  I feel like an alien.

Other than my sudden belly, I’ve also had skin issues.  Sometime around May, I noticed that I was developing really dark marks on my face.  It was mostly marks from old acne breakouts, but it also looked just like dark marks from nowhere (could have been the sun plus age) and it was really bad.  I had mixed feelings about it.  I went from being totally mortified and trying to cover it, to not caring at all and wearing no makeup at all to try and let it heal.  Eventually, I made it to the dermatologist and got some prescription, advice, and just recently I began to see a big improvement.  It was very strange how it just came out of nowhere though.  Lesson learned: don’t wait, go to the dermatologist right away or I’ll have to listen to my mom comment on my bad skin (Isn’t that the worst, I’ll have to remember that for the future!).

My hair is different post-baby these days too.  When I was pregnant I achieved thicker hair, post-baby I lost a ton of hair, and then it all grew back in.  You could actually see loads of tiny baby hairs sticking straight up on my head for a few months.  Then later, the texture of my hair and natural state has been altered – my hair actually has texture, it has a wave on one side, there is frizz, and it’s a bit dull.  2 years ago, if I air dried my hair it would be super straight, very fine, and super shiny.  My entire body is confused!

What is the game plan?  I don’t really know… a little of this, and a little of that.  I’m going to try and pack my lunch for the office when I’m there or make a conscious effort to make a healthy lunch at home when I’m here.  I got H some cool bento boxes for his big boy school lunch so I’m going to borrow them and see if that helps me get more excited to pack it.  It’s not the eating of healthy things that’s hard for me, it’s the putting it together that I find really annoying.

This was my lunch from Wednesday – salad with leftover marinated chicken on top and that yellow container is dressing, and super ripe and sweet strawberries.  I also had a Chobani yogurt that I later realized expired (it got tossed, you can’t win them all), and a Kind bar for late afternoon snack.  It went really well, so I’ll just try to keep planning and eating healthy lunches.  I honestly think that a few small changes will be all that I need – healthy packed lunches, less evening sweets, less fast food (but OMG, I am dying to get my hands on Chicken Fries!!), much more water, and more activity when I can handle it.

photo(3)Things that I will not be altering: my coffee, and my wine.  Let’s get freaking real, some things aren’t THAT important.

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Results Pending

We went to the allergist today thinking that H was going to have a skin test done of all his current food allergies.  What actually happened was we rolled in there and H already had hives all over his leg and we had to address that issue and then did a skin test just for sesame – he had a resounding positive on that, and then we had to take him to the pediatrician’s office to get his blood drawn to do the check on the other allergies.  So really today, we left the doctor’s office with 1 more food allergy than we had before and there was a crazy amount of screaming coming from H.  I hope nobody remembers us… when we have to go back tomorrow for his 18 month vaccinations!  OMG.  I know, who schedules appointments like that??  I do… I guess.  I’m the worst.

At home, Abe and I share an office in what traditionally would be the “living room” in a house.  Today, Abe moved his office upstairs into our spare bedroom so that he could have a door and be able to shut it when he needs to work and H is insane.  It’s funny because I work from home a lot, like 2 x per week (while H is not in the house), but if H even sees Abe sit at his desk he just runs over to him demanding he sit on his lap and that can get ugly real fast especially during IT emergencies.  There are a lot of demands from H these days.  Anyhow, so now the Big office is all mine and it looks so much nicer and all around better.  There isn’t any more Stuff crowding the floor.  I can’t stand clutter, so I’m really happy about this change.  And the room is finally baby proofed completely. I can’t tell you how many times H just plucked a screw driver from Abe’s desk or tried to climb on top of his guitar amp or almost hit his head on the corner of Abe’s desk while running by.  Those days are over.

The fruit flies still exist.  I think I found the source, and I don’t even want to talk about it past that – it makes me dry heave.  I set another trap, so I’ll give it another day before really going nuts, but I think it’s working very slowly.  First the vinegar trap was doing better, then the wine trap, and now the vinegar is winning again.  But really, how can fruit flies out smart me?? Those bastards.  I’m going to kill every single one of them.

Tonight, H ate an entire apple.  You think like no big deal, but an apple is actually bigger than his stomach and After he ate a light dinner, drank milk, and a juice, he just bit right into an apple and never stopped.  Without food allergies, his body would probably be shaped like a bowling ball.  Today, I subscribed to Allergic Living – that’s a real magazine, for people like us.  Argh.

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