Oh the fun..

…of Penelope’s first trip to the Splash Park. She was so much more adventurous than I had expected.

This is part-two to my birthday celebration. Last night Case and I left both kids for the first time (since Arthur’s arrival) and ate more than is probably appropriate at Havana Rumba. Have I talked about Havana Rumba before? It’s a really, really good Cuban place. Like really, really good. We don’t go often– it’s a perfect place to celebrate one’s birthday. Nice and loud, slightly garish decorations, authentic cuisine, and always on a wait. An empty restaurant makes me nervous, you know?

Anyway.

We ate our food while it was still hot, finished each sentence we started, and didn’t multitask. Not even once. We chewed slowly, discussed trivialities, and pondered weighty topics, uninterrupted. This, let me assure you, is not the norm. My kids, yes, are desperately cute… but they are also so needy. So, so needy. As is to be expected, I’m sure. I love them. But I also love savoring a meal with my guy without them. Special thanks to Lucy and Ricky.

Oh but then there is this..

Do you see the forlorn sense of misery? The slightly red circles around the eyes? That’s probably due to my sweet, previously-sleeping-through-the-night baby boy being up every 45 minutes last night. It is sort of a culminating event, forcing me to admit that my little guy has an issue with milk protein. I’ll spare you the icky details, but things have been getting pretty out of hand over here. My once easygoing boy has transformed into an inconsolable mess. He’s sleeping on my shoulder right now. As you can imagine, I’m typing v e r y, v e r y  s l o w l y.

Elimination diet time. For at least six weeks.  I start my milk/casein/whey/lactose/etc -free lifestyle tomorrow morning.  With almond milk in my coffee, if you must know.