This was a pretty solid week of contrarian Grace. I suppose it's a little push for independence, but I sure wish she'd figure out how to be independent without opposing everything. We also seem to be making strides on the potty training front, so yay!
My favorite moment from the week was on our taco night. I don't like hard shell tacos, and the way I manage to deal with taco night is by pre-breaking my shells and just having taco salad, which oddly enough I do enjoy.
Grace asked for more taco shell, and I was happy to oblige. I absentmindedly broke up her taco shell and brought it over to her plate. She thanked me and proceeded to eat her dinner.
About 5 minutes later, Grace says, "You know dad, I didn't ask for broken taco shell." Then she just keeps eating. Just an FYI kind of thing, I guess. Well after a short chuckle I got up and brought her an unbroken taco shell, which she was pretty happy to eat (by breaking off pieces). I just loved the way she went about it though, and I told her I liked her moxie, which was a word she also enjoyed.
We bought a house this week. It's pretty fantastic, and we're really happy about it. The day we got the keys, we sent out an email to family in the area (our sisters and Betsey's parents) inviting them over to a pot-luck that very evening to be held at the new house, seating on the floor. To our surprise, everyone replied yes, and with only a few hours notice.
One of the dishes that was brought was a delicious caprese salad. This is where stupid dairy proteins enter the story.
When Isobel started showing signs of reflux/colic in her third week, having gone down that road with Grace, Betsey immediately cut dairy out of her diet and started her on probiotics (now that there are actually studies showing that they help). Things have been pretty good with Isobel ever since, but we haven't been sure if that was coincidence or causal.
Well, Betsey, being preoccupied with all the family at the impromptu pot-luck, unintentionally ate a couple pieces of mozzarella. A few minutes later, she realized her error, but nothing could be done. "I guess we'll find out if it matters," I said unhelpfully.
That was Tuesday. Wednesday Isobel was definitely fussier and showing signs of increased reflux. Thursday was just horrible, with the kiddo screaming all day and even whimpering in her sleep. This was really just heart breaking. Not only was it sad for Isobel, but it was so reminiscent of the 9 months of pain we went through with Grace, that we have add-on guilt that maybe we could have done more to help Grace early on. Today, being Friday, I'm happy to report that Isobel seems to be on the mend. The dairy proteins must be dissipating, as she's much more herself, albeit still spitting up a fair bit more than normal. We now feel confident that the dairy embargo is worth the hassle and will continue it into the foreseeable future.
Finally, happy birthday to my dad who turned 70 today. We had a lovely dinner with the entire family and their significant others at McMenamins. I hope you enjoy your beach weekend birthday present from all your kids.
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