I love you more than cheese

My sisters and I have often argued over what would be harder to give up: cheese or chocolate. My sisters vote cheese, I said chocolate, but the argument always ends with "Thankfully, we don't have to make that choice!"

1 month old

Liam has been a bit of a spitter. No big deal, so was Annabelle. But he's also been colicky, so the doctor put in on Zantac for acid reflux and had me cut out dairy. So cheese AND chocolate.  I googled the heck out of "milk protein allergy/intolerance," and while I'm quite sure it's not a full-fledged allergy, apparently milk/dairy can aggravate reflux, so it's out of the diet for now. Which sucks. Also, after a brief spell of him doing better, I began to wonder if he really had reflux or if he had just been fussy and was now outgrowing it, so I decided to skip a couple of doses. Big mistake. I'd rather not talk about it.

Two months old

They talk about the depth of a mother's love, and to me, this is it: Liam, I love you more than ice cream. More than chocolate milk. More than buttered popcorn, lasagna, pizza, quesadillas, cream filled donuts, cheeseburgers, milkshakes, yogurt, M&Ms, and cheesecake brownies.


The good news is that he's doing a lot better. He's very smiley and quite talkative (shocking, as my other two children are veritable mutes), though I think he is justifiably concerned that I might take a bite out of his cheeks or thighs.

After his blessing. And yes, those cheeks are as delicious as they look.

And at the risk of sounding like I'm complaining that my diamond shoes are too tight, Dave's paternity leave is officially over and he heads back to work (upstairs) tomorrow. It's been great having him around and we'll miss him, though with a super emotional postpartum wife, screaming baby, and 2 crazy girls, I'm sure there were many days he would have preferred to go to work.

Skater moves!