It's official, Girl 2 is allergic to peanuts.
Two weeks ago I gave her a dab of peanut butter* and she quickly broke out in red splotchy hives around her mouth and eye where she touched. We gave her benadryl which cleared it up pretty quick - thank god- (and then took a solid 2 hour nap -also thank god), and the pediatrician referred us to an allergy center for testing.
*I had shown Girl 1 peanut butter jelly time for some reason earlier so pb&j for lunch was sorta a given.
Yesterday was our allergist appointment and she was diagnosed with a peanut allergy (but not tree nuts, so that's a sliver lining). However, to even make it to the appointment, I had to rearrange my work schedule and take sick time. Dr soc was able to make it for most of the appointment but had to leave to go teach his classes while we were waiting to talk allergy action plan. Afterwards she was really clingy (can't say I blame her with her back getting all pricked up) and I couldn't put her down/stop comfort nursing, but I still had to get to work eventually.
So dr soc and I arranged for me to drop her off in his class on my way in. Not ideal, but special circumstances, for a short amount of time, it would be okay. And let's be honest, he's a white male so nothing can really harm him.
As far as we know he hasn't gone viral for being a parent, but the patriarchy is alive and well (thriving even!) so we figure at the very least society gave him another gold star or two for yesterday.
Random thoughts and life doings of a spaz who is being forced to be a grownup against her will.
Thursday, August 29, 2019
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Girl Math
When the baby wakes up in the middle of the night I nurse her back to sleep. Being the middle of the night, I end up falling asleep in the chair in the nursery with her. So I don't get the best night's rest.
The dog has been having stomach issues recently and will whine to go out in the middle of the night, and with me sleeping in aforementioned nursery chair, dr soc has to be the one to get out of bed and let her out. So he doesn't get the best night's rest either.
We're a really cute couple that checks in with each other throughout the day with a text here and there. Stuff like: how's it going? dinner ideas? the status of the girls' potty doings, with some of our most recent check ins being trying to one up each other on who is more tired.
me: 90% of parenting is finding reasons to claim you are more tired
dr soc: truth. And busy
me: 76% is talking about poop
dr soc: 24% is for talking about the other 24%
me (not be outdone): 7% is scheduling sanctimommy activities, 93% is rearranging the schedule to accommodate those activities, and 78% of that is attempting to find a way out of it completely. And 100% of this math will be questioned due to my sex.
dr soc: math is HARD
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Monday, August 5, 2019
Word Fun (but not really)
One of the two mass shooters* in the past 24 hours had the gall to post online their own racist manifesto before his killing spree. As if his diatribe is important. As if he is important.***
***Nope, not even. Fragile f*cking insignificance is more like it.
You know who else had a manifesto? Hitler. And there was a whole world war declaring that nazis are bad and they lost. The WHOLE WORLD.
So I am breaking down the word manifesto. Ahem. man - i - fest - o
So in conclusion - a "manifesto" is: a white young male's festering hubris.
Choke on that.
* I. AM. FURIOUS.**
**for so many reasons
***Nope, not even. Fragile f*cking insignificance is more like it.
You know who else had a manifesto? Hitler. And there was a whole world war declaring that nazis are bad and they lost. The WHOLE WORLD.
So I am breaking down the word manifesto. Ahem. man - i - fest - o
- man: young white male
- i: self-important = hubris
- fest: fester
- o: cutesy sanitizing ending
So in conclusion - a "manifesto" is: a white young male's festering hubris.
Choke on that.
* I. AM. FURIOUS.**
**for so many reasons
- that this is another mass shooting and it won't be the last.
- the inaction of thoughts and prayers.
- the senate doing nothing.
- fragile masculinity and the patriarchy continuing to get away with actual murder.
- the NRA's propaganda.
- fill-in-another-abhorrent-reason here.
Thursday, August 1, 2019
ROAR!
Aaaaaand - Little Lion is 1! (also because she's the 2nd kid I'm not as on top of the memory updates, sorry my darling, mommy loves you!)
Anyway- after several weekends of getting distracted and a false alarm- July 23 2018 we left for the hospital at 7 pm, and dr soc yelled "another girl!" at 9:57 pm!
proving my maternal instinct absolutely incorrect |
a great giver of looks
I call this my Blue Steel. Or I'm probably pooping (she was pooping - also a great burper too!) |
Super chill
S'up? (don't those cheeks just kill you?) |
Costume embracing
Rarity of My Little Pony (as decreed by big sister) |
Big Sister Adoring
pictured: bonding between sisters or: world domination plotting session could go either way |
Daddy and big sister?! My favorites! |
Self feeding: |
this girl puts everything, and I mean everything, in her mouth |
Oh hi Jules! You want some cheerios? |
All the blue pouches please mommy! |
Laughing. So SO much laughing! |
and talented! look what I can do! |
Ice cream loving
she screams if you don't give it to her fast enough |
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