Break out the Etta James and the champagne, baby (or a cheap bottle of Blanquette de Limoux)!I also finally, finally finished painting the flowers on my wall by adding the yellow stamens. It's not a startling difference, but it's kind of nice to be done. Just in time for it to need to be repainted.
After a whole lotta testing and talking, Curly’s allergist is cautiously encouraging us to re-introduce tree nuts that are not the pernicious, treacherous macadamia nut. He’s still of mind that the macadamia is evil, and Curly’s Life With An Epi-Pen should continue to have an epi-pen in it, in case a malicious macadamia nut tries to get my baby.
I have to admit, it’s more than a little unsettling to intentionally hand the kid food that, a month ago, would have had me doing a slo-mo dive across the room (complete with the slo-mo “Noo-oooooo-oo-oooo!”) to snatch it away from her. When Curly asked for salted marcona almonds, I started to squirm with anxiety when she’d eaten about six, and asked her to stop. I told her that we could try macaroons the next day, but I needed a little time to ease back into a friendly relationship with tree nuts. Curly looked at me as if I was talking ca-razy (because… I was), but consented. Macaroons were being offered. So who cares if the chick offering them is a little whacked?
Still, the doctor okayed careful reintroduction of nuts other than the dreaded macadamia.
And by careful reintroduction of other tree nuts, I am quite confident he meant: give the kid some Nutella.