Ah, that’s how it’s gonna be…

Peanut got better, I got sick.
I got better, Butter got sick.
And now that sweet little pat of dairy-based lipid spread is teething, weathering a sore thigh from a painful vaccination, enduring an impressive ear infection, and tolerating then puking two nasty-flavored sugary pink medicines.

Boo. Hiss. Tears.

Hard not to dislike dirty, germy little preschoolers when your four-month-old is in pain.

It was pretty easy to keep a first, home-based, breastfed baby healthy for a whole year. It’s pretty hard to keep a second baby healthy no matter what you do.

Again I say: boo.