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So being the “awesome” Mama that I am. I decided to just bring one can of Regan’s formula down with us for the weekend. I had an internal debate, a can lasts 3 days and we were only going to be gone for 2 1/2. Well we of course we ran out! Of course!

So I swung by the grocery store on my way back from shopping with My Mom and Kaylee (fun times). They only had the really big $30 cans of soy formula. Soy was the plan to try next. I really didn’t feel like spending $30 on something he may only use once or twice depending on his reaction to it. So I decided to bite the bullet and try Goats milk.

Lately I have felt like “EVERYONE” has been telling us to try goats milk. Well lovely people goats milk is NOT good. I mean it tastes fine. However five minutes after Regan had his one and only bottle (6 oz) he started making a funny face and a noise with his throat (like a cat with a hair ball situation). Then we noticed his hivey lips. And then splotchy skin and the swelling started! Uggggggg! He was scratching everywhere by this point.

I of course forgot the benadryl! Really!? Double uggggg! So Jon did the math and cut one of Mom’s benadryl pills. Regan ate it up concealed nicely in a spoonful of rice cereal. We kept a close eye on him for a while. (yes I cried about it all) He is still splotchy, but otherwise seems fine. Unless you count the puking and extra Butt vomit.

Oh, and Kaylee’s body does not like goats milk either! We decided to use goats milk when making corn bread muffins. Well itching and puffy lips for her too. Happy birthday to me!

My gifts included: Regan taking a nap in my arms (very rare & much loved). And Kaylee giving me a mani/pedi. Jon gave me cash!!! So I went shopping! I am in LOVE with what I got. I’ll share pictures later. I also got spoiled by everyone else. It was a great Birthday weekend. You know, minus the allergies.

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….next year I’ll be dead.

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(Kaylee was so very kind to blow my candles out for me.)

Abuela Cristina (in Spanish): “It was nothing. But this is the last year, because next year I’ll be dead.”
Me: “Promises, promises…” (give her a hug and kiss and tell her THANK YOU!)

This is the conversation I’ve had with my Abula for the last 11 or so years. It’s a lovely Birthday conversation really. Mom says she’s been saying she’s going to die next year since my Mom can remember. So as you can imagine it’s had to take her seriously.

Every year my Abuela and Mom make a feast for family and friends for my birthday dinner. It’s awesome! We have Pupusas. They are SO yummy. If you have never had them… well you are missing out big time.

Menu:
Pupusas (and all their fixins)
Blueberry pie
lemon pie
chocolate pie (for those who like that sort of thing)

We had my feast a day early so we could be extra lazy on Sunday and just drink in the conference talks. They were all so good this year. I feel like I get more out of the talks now that I’m a mama. I hope everyone had a lovely conference weekend.

A big thank you to everyone who came to help me eat!

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Kayleeism

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A couple nights ago we (Kaylee and me) made a couple of pizzas. It’s Kaylee favorite meal to help make. She really loves to cook, and pizza dough requires actual measuring. So she gets to do LOTS of helping with the measuring cups/spoons. Plus pizza is her FAVORITE thing to eat.

Well I decided to make a Regan/Kaylee friendly pizza. I picked up a Gluten free pizza mix that was also free of: wheat, egg, dairy,……. Basically it’s made of rice four. Can I just say poor Regan. I even used real cheese. I just couldn’t bring myself to buy the soy mozzarella that boldly stated “It MELTS!”

Kaylee took a couple of bites before proclaiming, “It’s gross Mom.” She had two slices that she stripped the toppings off of. So she had bread less pizza for dinner. I actually thought it was o.k.ish. Jon has refused to even try it.

I’m thinking Regan will very rarely get his special pizza. That stuff takes twice as long to make. Yeesh! I felt like I was making pizza for hours. Oh, wait I was! Egg free dough is easy and yummy. So I will happily continue to make Kaylee pizza.

Anyway on to the Kayleeism. I was getting VERY frustrated with the dough. (It was more like cake batter!) And Kaylee kept leaning on my arm, and leaning off her stool. I was worried she was going to fall. In my frustration of the moment I snapped at her. (Not a good Mama moment.) This is how she reacted to me.

Kaylee: (reaches over and pats my shoulder) It’s o.k. Mom. I’m fine. You o.k? (Hugs me.)

Me: Ya. I’m o.k. Please stand on your stool the right way.

Kaylee: Sure Mom. (hugs me again before standing right) I love you.

Me: I love you too Kaylee. (trying to decide if I want to laugh or cry)

She kills me! Where does she get this stuff? How is she all calm and Mommy like when I’m the one throwing a fit over pizza dough? I really think it was divine intervention. I tell you what life was all rainbows and lemon drops after her cuteness. She’s pretty great right? RIGHT!

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