the littlest gids

I will not reveal what we were making, and when I served it. Its our secret.

Easter...




"Damn it Drew! Give me my lipstick!" Yes, my 7 month old has a fowl temper....and mouth.


Goats.


And a fake turtle.

Cheese! When Kate showed up at daycare in this outfit, our provider thought she just needed a low back tattoo to top off her feminist look-spiky hair, the leopard, the tu tu and fuzzy slippers to boot. Whatta punk.


Check out Kates sort of, not so much as before blotchy skin! Awesome! We changed her formula to liquid gold and it has done wonders. We go see our man Dr. Sveum tomorrow (allergist/immunologist)- he solved Drew's skin problems. I hope he gives up more insight to Kates. At this point we think she has a milk protein allergy. Drew gets tested tomorrow too- keep fingers crossed he is not allergic to eggs, soy, sesame, garlic or peanuts anymore...give me at least a few?! We had to stop his meds for 5 days before, he has completely broken out with a eczema and scratching it like a kitty post...seriously. I guess he will live on Zyrtex. At least Kate doesn't look like she got in a fight with sandpaper anymore.


Kate is turning into such a big girl. We think she says Hi, and she kinda waves, maybe. She is no longer the baby at daycare. She has been dubbed as the 'easy one'. ya hoo. She is sitting up, rolling, trying to feed herself bits of gerber bites (no teeth yet) and much more content to just play. She goes to bed like an old lady (at 7:30) and sleeps in like a teenager. She likes to eat...who doesn't? And loves our daily walks in the double stroller. She is growing so fast!