I'm not sure if I've mentioned before that Jesse has a sensitivity to cows milk. Which means I'm not permitted to drink milk and I have to be extra careful with any dairy products that I eat which contains milk.
A couple of weeks ago Kristen and I started Jesse on cereal not realizing it contained milk.
After a very sleepless weekend, I luckily had a pediatrician appointment yesterday to find out we've been feeding Jesse the wrong cereal thus leading to Jesse's fussiness & gas and sleepless nights.
The pediatrician also gave me some hypoallergenic formula to try on him, warning me in advance that it smells bad and tastes bad and Jesse will more than likely not like it.
He was right....last night we tried some of the formula in his cereal and he HATED it. Which meant having to mix his cereal with breast milk.
It's a challenge making sure I have enough milk pumped everyday for his cereal but its worth it when I know it means Jesse not having a bad tummy :(
It also leads to a bigger challenge when it comes time to ween him. That being said IF he absolutely refuses the formula then I will breast feed or at least pump as long as necessary.
However the pediatrician wants me to do this until Jesse is two!....nope I don't think so. However it does mean that Jesse's milk intake has to be this hypoallergenic formula until he's two.
Now I know all of you are going to start suggesting goats milk, soy milk, and lactose free products but the pediatrician STRONGLY advised me to not give Jesse any of this since it does seem he's highly sensitive.
With soy there's a strong chance of cross contamination, and goats milk is no different than cows milk when it comes to the protein aspect.
When he's 12 to 18 months we will be allergy testing him to see if he has other food allergies.
Just keep your fingers crossed that Jesse is with the majority of babies and out grows it!!
Here's a few photos of Jesse enjoying his cereal....the boy sure has an appetite.....lol
If you follow me on Facebook, you might have noticed on Wednesday my status update was "decisions, decisions"
I was trying to decide if I should submit my name to be a vendor at a wedding show this Sunday at a local, very reputable, golf course.
The lady I spoke with seemed very optimisitc and didn't think it would be a problem and advised me that the girl organizing the event would be out of the office til Friday but would confirm for sure by then.
So I spoke with Kristen, my Mom and a few close friends who all thought I should pay the fee and take the risk.
And I did.....
Since Wednesday in between Jesse time....I've had sleepless nights, computer burnt out eyes, spent money I wouldn't normally have, and had a more than usual dirty house, all in an effort to have my website, portfolio and presentation "just so" for this coming Sunday.
I was terrified but so excited at the same time.
Until today I spoke with the girl who organizes the event. She advised me that she feels the quantity of photographers they have at the show is enough (4) and that adding myself wouldn't be fair.
I understand the reasoning...I do.
But I can't even explain how disappointed I am.
And though I do understand the reasoning, who's to say these photographers are going to get "x" number of bookings anyway?
Who's to say I would have "taken" these bookings from them had I been there?
Though secretly I would certainly hope so :)
Anyway....I just wanted to share as I know this is as real as taking a risk can get.
Do I regret the last 2 days? Nope...I'm already that much further ahead for when I do get into a wedding show. And that much further ahead with some things I've been procrastinating on.
Here's to risks taken, dreams followed and stars wished upon
"I took the road less travelled by, and that has made all the difference"
Back story: Kristen downed a trophy buck this year and sent it to a taxidermist since it's a once in a lifetime sort of deal
The trophy buck was ready for presentation on Christmas Eve....yeah of all times!
So the agreement was, Brutis, as Kristen has named him, could stay in the dining room over the Christmas holidays to proudly be displayed for family & friends.
As of today, it's still in my dining room...Grrrr!!
I mean seriously....just look at it, this photo was taken on New Years
It just sits there, looking, watching you.
I have a small house and this thing is so big it literally stretches across the house.
Kristen has to be careful when he stands from the table, so as to not bump his head on "Brutis!"
Then on to part 2 of the story
Cue Cousin Ken: Son of my Dad's sister, my Aunt Betty
The back Story: I'm sure I met cousin Ken as a child but since he grew up "on the mainland" and I grew up "on da' rock" I don't have any memories of him. I only knew 'of' him, Then along came Facebook, cousin Ken and I became friends.
At first I thought Ken was funny. I looked forward to reading his witty status updates.
That was until Christmas time........
That's when he, his wife, and daughter. Along with my Aunt Betty & Uncle Tom came for a visit.
Cousin Ken decided that he liked the deer head in the dining room and him and Kristen immediately formed a bond.
I don't think cousin Ken is funny anymore.
To add fuel to my fire, cousin Ken often asks Kristen or myself if Brutis is still in the dining room and then continues to encourage Kristen on his quest to keep him there.
If I could lift the darn thing, it would have been off the wall weeks ago and in the basement where it belongs.
Then there's yesterday....I updated my facebook status as:
"can't think of anything creative to write here"
Where cousin Ken took it upon himself to write the following.....
"How about this..................
I cleaned my entire household,
it's looking rather neat.
But the deer that's in the dining room,
makes my house complete.
That's an orignal Ken poem. You can use it if you like."
"LMAO!!! That's awesome :) I'm going to use it on my blog this week....!!!"
(give me a break people.....though I'm thoroughly annoyed about the presence of Brutis in my dining room....I have to give the 'funny guy' credit where credit is due)
But to my complete surprise, cousin Ken goes and tops himself by adding to his poem with this:
"You have a blog?!?!?!? Awesome. Here's a second and third verse...