Posts by cellulitedelight

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Some thoughts on the hygiene hypothesis.  I let my daughter crawl on hospital floors.  She's no more sick or healthy than my bathe-everyone-in-alcohol coworker's kids.  Food for thought. (:

We've been trying to find out for two years what my daughter is allergic to.  Yet again an allergy profile was drawn and it came back inconclusive.  She had a mild elevation to egg whites.  We were convinced it was gluten because everything bready she eats, she has a reaction.  She also has asthma, so allergy reactions are not so kind with her.

However, everything bready also is usually made with eggs.  We tested out this egg white allergy by not giving her anything with egg in it for a few weeks, then handing her a hard boiled egg.  BOOM, there goes that rash, the belly ache, the itching, the refusal to go potty because it hurts until it just explodes out of her, and trouble with her asthma.

How am I going to handle this when she's older and in school?  I have no idea.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she grows out of it, as 45% of kids do before the age of 5.

Spare time?  What's that?  I think I had that a few years ago.

Har har, not really.  I still have spare time despite being mom to a sickly toddler and a healthy infant, working more than full times hours while going to school part time, with a strict exercise regimen and still I find "me" time and manage to be a wife.  Be jealous.

I have a rule: home time is family time.  But as with all families, sometimes we want to do our own thing.  So when the husband is programming, the sickly toddler is painting, and the healthy infant is snoozing, I sneak on the computer and play Frogger.  Or other video games, but right now it's Frogger.

We're also a creative family.  There's Play Doh and other types of clay around, paints, pencils, charcoals, pastels, sewing supplies, pastry decorating supplies, and so much more. 

I also like to go outside and pretend to ride a bicycle.  I say pretend because I don't have a bicycle but I'm sure the 4385352454 post-its I leave all over my husband's belongings will eventually drive the hint home and land me a sparkly purple Schwinn.  Then there's the hot tub if I'm in the mood for a little hydro-therapy, a sand box I like to play with, and my Hello Kitty bouncy ball that I refuse to share with anyone in the neighborhood, including my own sickly toddler. 

I have a cat that's fun to chase around and squirrels that're very friendly and like to be fed peanuts from your hand.  A jump rope and some jogging shoes for when I feel like going to the park and hitting the trails.

Before I shower I like to test out new makeup styles, try on all of my clothes, and analyze how they fit, could fit better, have lost interest for, and then I clean out my closet. 

Sometimes in the mornings when I wake up before the kids I put on my hooker heels and do laundry and pretend my husband walks in to find me bent over a basket of socks and panties looking for a delightful pair to wear that day which will eventually lead to naughty activities on the table I keep folded laundry on before taking them upstairs to be put away.  And sometimes he really does walk in to find me bent over a basket of socks and panties and that does lead to naughty activities.

Oh, and we found Scrubs on Netflix.

I guess I do have a lot of spare time.  Who would've thunk?

Depends on how well you tolerate devastation.  If something were to go wrong and you had to terminate (willingly or not), are you ready to discuss that with everyone you've already excitedly announced a pregnancy to?

If not, kick back and wait.  They'll find out eventually.

=[ I'm not allowed to complain about my co-workers.  Apparently I did it too much and made some big people a little angry.

lol it's because as we get older we learn how to perform pranks better and have the resources to do so.  It's not until we have a truly humbling experience that we realize how asinine we were as teenagers and politely smile at you when we bump into you in the future, hoping you don't remember a darned thing.

People are jerks.  Some change, most don't.

^ That was the book I had picked out. 

I wish she'd just move near me and have dinner at my house at nights.  We used to have the boys over and sneak vegetables in their food.  The squash corn dogs were our favourites.

I've always found the addition of damp hair from sitting too close to a humidifier adds valuable sex appeal.  Most people think you've just showered until they got within smelling range.

I see your wild turkeys and raise you hot tubbing squirrels.

I draw blood with my left hand.  I'm right handed.  Tends to weird some people out. :\