I don’t mean three kids. Yes, they are more difficult than two, but I’m talking about the age three. That, combined with a newborn who doesn’t like a couple things I’ve been eating (gassy) means I don’t sleep enough. Today I am sick too. My brain isn’t functioning correctly, and I had a Grinch’s sleigh to paint for my friend for the ward party. Bleh.
Today I started an elimination diet to figure out what – besides dairy—my baby cannot process well. Quinoa, olive oil & homemade chicken broth. That’s what’s on the menu all day. I was going to skip the broth, but I feel broken from this sickness.
That’s my tiny rant. It would be longer, but I can’t think very well.
Oh, and I have the best husband ever. He has frequently stayed up until the wee hours of the morning with a gassy baby so that I can sleep between necessary feedings.
1 comment:
I hate the years 3 and 4. Give me a 2 year old any day.
I hope you can get the food thing figured out so you can have a happier baby!
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