Cheese is Everywhere.
The more I try to avoid it (since it makes my baby son cry), the more I end up eating, as a topping or dip for the cheese-free foods I intend to consume. Apparently. Tonight we had nothing in the house to eat that was dairy-free, so I took the boys out to eat at the local Mexican place. The one with the fun jalepeno lights and good music. We had a great time. I had a non-dairy taco, without cheese, and some chicken from my son’s quesadilla. (This week, he will only eat foods that are easily identifiable as a single ingredient. So, quesadilla is ok, but not quesadilla with chicken. We have been learning this the hard way.) So far so good, right? Yup. Except the humongo serving of chips and queso that we had as an appetizer. Um. Queso. Queso means cheese. Cheese dip. I think I’m the dip here.
As I said, the more I try to avoid milk products, the more I end up eating.
The more I eat, the worse my baby feels.
The worse he feels, the more he cries.
The more he cries, the less we ALL sleep.
Waaaaaaaaaaaah. Mommy will try again to be clever after she gets some sleep. Any sleep. Any sleep in increments of more than an hour and a half. Waaaaaaaaaaah.