September 9: Yee-ouch!
So Baby B was not a happy camper today. It seems like his shots last night just put him in a mood that was not one for the baby book. We spent the day pretty much snuggling and him nursing. When I tried to put him down, there was fussing... well, screaming. It wasn't pretty. Even Tylenol did little to improve his rather foul little mood. Poor little fellow.
A wasn't in the mood to go to preschool this morning, which was a little surprising. I think he'd like to do it once a week, as opposed to every day. To make it more of an "event" as opposed to a daily thing.
Planning lunch for A has gotten ridiculously complex. I'm a bit annoyed, in all honesty. First we have the organic lunch thing, but we don't have the schedule for days when we need to pack lunches, verses prepping him to try something new. Second, there are two poor little kids with peanut allergies that come on M-W-F. Well, these poor kids are so allergic, we have to go insane and make sure that there are no trace amounts of peanut or tree nuts in A's lunch. In addition, they don't want him eating any peanut products for breakfast either. G always has peanut butter toast, which he shares with A. So now it's impacting G's breakfast as well. I'm not really upset about the changes, as they are totally doable. It just feels like I'm on the front line for other people's kids. What if I don't see that a box of cookies has peanut oil and A eats a cookie before school then gives a kid a high-five? Or he doesn't wash his face carefully enough from eating the night before and the kid goes into shock? I would hate to inadvertently hurt someone like that, so here we are, going peanut crazy. Labelling. A lot. Milk, our everyday enemy. Peanuts, our enemy on M-W-F. I just need a chart. That would help. And maybe sleep.
Dinner was raspberry and mixed green salad with a vegan macaroni and cheese casserole (with seitan and mixed veggies). A had chicken nuggets and bread and butter and a pumpkin power muffin. Yumm-o?
Well, it's supposed to get in the 90s this weekend--and we all know what that means for the mood of Weeberts. That should about cap off the week!
A wasn't in the mood to go to preschool this morning, which was a little surprising. I think he'd like to do it once a week, as opposed to every day. To make it more of an "event" as opposed to a daily thing.
Planning lunch for A has gotten ridiculously complex. I'm a bit annoyed, in all honesty. First we have the organic lunch thing, but we don't have the schedule for days when we need to pack lunches, verses prepping him to try something new. Second, there are two poor little kids with peanut allergies that come on M-W-F. Well, these poor kids are so allergic, we have to go insane and make sure that there are no trace amounts of peanut or tree nuts in A's lunch. In addition, they don't want him eating any peanut products for breakfast either. G always has peanut butter toast, which he shares with A. So now it's impacting G's breakfast as well. I'm not really upset about the changes, as they are totally doable. It just feels like I'm on the front line for other people's kids. What if I don't see that a box of cookies has peanut oil and A eats a cookie before school then gives a kid a high-five? Or he doesn't wash his face carefully enough from eating the night before and the kid goes into shock? I would hate to inadvertently hurt someone like that, so here we are, going peanut crazy. Labelling. A lot. Milk, our everyday enemy. Peanuts, our enemy on M-W-F. I just need a chart. That would help. And maybe sleep.
Dinner was raspberry and mixed green salad with a vegan macaroni and cheese casserole (with seitan and mixed veggies). A had chicken nuggets and bread and butter and a pumpkin power muffin. Yumm-o?
Well, it's supposed to get in the 90s this weekend--and we all know what that means for the mood of Weeberts. That should about cap off the week!
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