That girl is poison. Never trust a big butt and a smile.
So I let the twinlets try a taste – and I mean only a taste – of frozen yogurt over the weekend.
1pm: Fro Yo Party.
Girl Child definitely has a sweet tooth. Boy Child is much more interested in the shenanigans and goings on of the birthday party we’re gracing with our
7pm: Bath time.
Girl Child has a rash under her chin, on her cheeks and across her teeny tiny torso. She’s cooing up a storm and feeling fine so I chock it up to a heat rash thanks to temperamental Atlanta weather (30s in the morning, high 70s in the afternoon) and a mom who is keen on layering.
Mom is searching “pimply red rash” faster than a co-ed college freshman.
Who knew strawberries were a potential allergen to infants? Everyone but me? Right.
Heat rash is, indeed, the likely culprit since said yogurt was made from processed strawberries and not topped with (toxic) fresh ones.
7:25: Bed time.
Dad rolls his eyes at Mom, Mom breathes a sigh of relief and secretly considers replacing one layer of clothing with one sheet of bubble wrap.
Here’s to plain yogurt, safe babies and sane moms.