Time for some Investigation!

So given our recent week of not so much sleep (well hardly any really, especially if you count "hours in a row" it just might end up being "hour" total) it is time to start investigating the culprit of Dalia's tummy troubles--and sleep troubles...

Ah, just in time for packing/moving/stressful purging of belongings/sorting/cleaning/organizing. Thank goodness Grammi is hear to relieve some mommy and daddy duties! Still, this isn't going to be fun at all is it?

Another Starbucks decaf, please.

Perhaps an allergy or maybe a slight sensitivity to a certain something?

Bye bye bananas, brown rice, and applesauce! Oh brother, did she have two of the three yesterday? And don't I have a zillion mango banana cubes in the freezer (oh, new smoothie options for mommy). Well thank goodness we had a chance to see Dr. Minkus just when we felt like we didn't know what to do!

The best part? Minkus said, "no teeth in sight for the near future." I had a serious are you *&^%$#@ moment! No teeth? This isn't the dreaded "teething" pains? AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Seriously he must be wrong--just this once.

Well, updates will come soon enough! We will get to the bottom of this constipation stuff sooner or later.

No Sleep

Well, it looks that way, my friends. Dalia has been awake since noon and it is really showing. She is a screaming, crying, thrashing little girl who is not happy about her lack of sleep.

Mommy and Daddy have to really stick together tonight to get through this one.

Baked Goods

I went to sleep last night smelling this awesome baked good, a creation of H-I know I am a lucky gal:

Somehow in our crazy life as new parents, we manage to bake-a LOT. If you know us, you know we love to cook and watch cooking shows.

And it just about made up for the complete lack of sleep we got last night. Yes, no sleep is exactly what happened. Oddly enough, when you (H) are running on empty to begin with AND you (H) find yourself stumbling around at 4 am trying to put a cloth nappy on a wiggling, screaming 5 month old baby, you (H) sometimes put the baby back into pee soaked jams only to hear the voice of a somewhat grumpy yet wide-eyed and laughing mommy.

It was a pretty hilarious run of events and we wish you could have had front row seats. But, our home smelled like fresh baked banana bread, and that, my friends, made it all better.