Do you think sticking a big spoonful of peanut butter in Erik’s mouth would make him quit talking for a few minutes? I can’t take he nonsense anymore. He’s been telling me the (wrong) time for the past twenty minutes. Plus, he’s planning Mike and my friend’s combined birthday party, so has been cutting out “streamers” from wrapping paper and telling me all the people he’s inviting and the games we’re going to play. I’m sure two adults will LOVE all the games he is planning. He’s going to be sad when he realizes all the neighborhood kids aren’t going to be at this party.<\/p>\n
In other news, I’m officially off milk and ice cream. Cheese seems to be ok, thank goodness. Oh how I love a big glass of ice cold milk. Oh how my baby pukes and pukes when I drink one. <\/p>\n
I am still not sure about my allergy situation. A part of me thinks the allergy was caused by the antibiotics, as a couple of you have suggested. It was my first thought, but I stopped them on Friday and the rash showed up on Monday. Who knows, though. Antibiotics are weird things. The last time I took them I ended up pregnant. Not saying they caused the pregnancy (I know where babies come from), but it sure was weird to get pregnant the one cycle we didn’t chart or anything after trying everything for 18 months.<\/p>\n
Everything is going pretty well here. I have no time to write, of course. When Erik was a baby I could always find time to write since he slept so much. Elsa sleeps even more than he does, but when she’s sleeping I have to do stuff like read a million knock-knock jokes, supervise scooter riding and tell stories. <\/p>\n
We’ve been getting out and about a little more. I forgot just how much I hate breastfeeding when I’m not in my comfy chair with my boppy. Breastfeeding on a park bench just about kills my back.<\/p>\n