Showing posts from December, 2014

My anxiety is possibly out of proportion to the situation, or it is exactly appropriate

I'm pretty nervous about taking a 12-hour road trip with Mamie tomorrow.  When I think, "12 hours in a car with a toddler," anxiety seems warranted. But we've done this trip with her twice before in the last year.  We took a six-hour trip with her just at Thanksgiving.  What could go wrong?  Well, she could start crying when we get in the car and not stop until we get to Atmore.  I suppose if she were going to cry 12 straight hours, she could do it on any day, regardless of the setting. Ok, ok we'll be fine. Mamie is 15 months old today.  She is crazy.  She climbs all the furniture, throws all the food, and refuses to be tamed into wearing shoes or barrettes. She also gives really sweet hugs and blows kisses.  

Fare thee well, peanut butter pie I always crave but never make

What I thought before Mamie was diagnosed with peanut allergy: Peanut allergy is so rare, why do people make such a big deal about it? What I think now: Peanut allergy is so rare, but I'm glad people make such a big deal about it! Statistics seem to be shifty, but the interwebs say less than one percent of Americans are allergic to peanuts.  This has given me a lot of omgwhymybaby feelings this week. Also, my perspective is distorted to suspect the inclusion of peanuts in everything from pizza crust to milk. As with all problems, I attacked this one with my weapon of choice --  a book!   Super readers, to the rescue! I hope after some adjustment this will all seem normal, and I won't see demonic Mr. Peanut around every corner.