We recently cut dairy out of Julia's diet completely. I won't get into the nitty grit of why this was necessary because I'd rather not make you ill but okay fine ... I'll give you a hint of a hint: copious amounts of horrific and noxious diapers. So, it was an absolute must. Even cheddar goldfish crackers would anger her little digestive tract and, well ... it was awful in it's most pure form. We've also eliminated juice .. much to her chagrin .. as she depends on juice like oceans need water, pregnants need elastic, red wine needs loathing, and my hair needs voluminous help.
I've been pretty strict and successful at keeping her from the offenders so when she woke up from her nap yesterday covered in hives and eyes swollen to slits I was at a loss for what on earth could be the problem. Maybe it was the bowl of peanut butter she insisted on eating for her second lunch, or maybe it was my entire Diet Coke that she pounded in one looooooooooong straw sip or the handful of 3 month old Cheerios she found under the couch and inhaled. I don't know. After I rated the the situation as: worrisome but not alarm worthy I unsuccessfully searched for the Wal-Dryl, fed her a gummy prenatal vitamin instead, gave her a good coddling, found the Wal-Dryl, and she was eventually fine. Potential crisis averted and afternoon plans to be fun and carefree foiled.
So, the moral of this waste-of-your-time story is that she is really starting to cramp my wannabe laid back, anything goes, nothing fazes me ever parenting style.
*And this just in for all you germaphobes: Simon is working in the NICU this month and said that they warned him that cellphones carry more germs than both the soles of your feet and toilet seats. I'm trying not the be fazed, of course.
all images courtesy of Sebastian Patton