If my baby cries my mother turns on me.
Her eyes narrow as she says,
“What did you eat?”
My response, “Noooothing!” whining like I’m 13, not 31 (today) and not a grown wife and mother (but that’s another post.)
Here’s the truth:
I probably did eat something and I can eat it no longer.
I gave up chocolate. Just for balance I’m giving up broccoli too. Don’t fret! No tears! It’s temporary.
Proximo doesn’t like chocolate. It’s too acidic and when I eat it he screams as if a thousand tiny daggers are piercing him. Drama queen.
The universe requires balance, so he feels the same way about broccoli. I like chocolate AND broccoli, although not in the same fondue if you know what I mean.
This is hard on all fronts.
What does that mean, "gave up chocolate"? I can eat Nutella on whole wheat and it doesn't seem to effect Prox. I cannot eat dark chocolate pieces, that's for sure. Exactly how many chips in a cookie before it's a no-go?
Are all cruciferous veggies out? What about dark leafies? Raw or steamed, does it make a difference? I guess I'm living on the edge since I ate both peas and green beans for dinner (two helpings!)
Then again, don't tell my mom, but it seems like he just cries between 2 and 6 am no matter what I eat. So there.
For my birthday mom & family are going to Spain without me. Boo.
Normally I am working and can't go. This year I have the time and might have even been able to scrounge up the money. But can you imagine traveling with a one month old and a three year old across the Atlantic? I CAN. No trip this year for me. Extra boo.
To make me feel better, Utah decided to have the hottest day of the year. We didn't turn on the air conditioning. It felt plenty like Spain in this house.
What is with Europeans and their severe distrust of air conditioning? For those of you who have never been, you can bring that up as a reason why. "I hear they don't believe in air conditioning, " you could say, and you would be right. "Well," the Brits and Germans would say, "We go on holiday during the really hot months." Right, but where are they going?
SPAIN, where it's even hotter and there's still no air conditioning.
Sometimes I don't get that E.U.
Don't take back my passport, ok?
Oh, yeah, that's what my mom got me: my E.U. passport.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go, Proximo is screaming. Why? I give up!