After a nearly month hiatus, I am finally sitting down to give my blogging some much needed attention. In the last month, many fantastic happenings have been in motion at the Brehm house… including mr. Barrett. At the time of my last post, Barrett was rolling to and fro to get to where he desired and just a week ago, he started to get his scooch on. He is starting to resemble more of a boy than a babe as he sits unassisted like a champ, reaches/grabs/and pulls and of course, scooches to obtain the objects of his affection. At just over seven months, B enjoys delectable dining selections including meats, fruits, and veggies and is eating breakfast, snack and dinner along with 5 trips to mama brehm’s boobfet a day. After weighing just 12 pounds at his 6 month appointment, he tipped the scale at 13.3 ounces at this week’s weight check and seems to be moving in the right direction.
Following his 6 month appointment, I had decided that I would once again try to reintroduce dairy. Having failed at 4 months, I was hesitant to dive into dairy once more but I decided that much like the multitude of “challenges” one might face with an infant, it was possibly more difficult for me than it would be for Barrett. I read up on it and devised a plan. I would limit to one type of food in little portions for three days at a time, similar to the fashion in which I introduced solids. The first day, I ate a single piece of cheddar cheese… and it was delicious. Barrett was fussy and gassy but I couldn’t pinpoint if it was simply the time of day or indeed the dairy. The second, I ate a little cheese on a taco … and it was heavenly. Again, gassy guy but no fits to fear. The third day, I planned to eat a grilled cheese on “safe” bread and such. Well my friends, this is when the plan went out the window. I found myself at a crossroads when I arrived at a shower only to discover cheesy and milky goodness greeting me at every turn. It was then that I threw caution to the wind and filled my plate. Spinach artichoke dip, a ranchy yummy cheeseball, chicken cheesy pasta, lasagna, and blue cheese stuffed olives inhabited my plate and the chocolate delight I had for dessert took the cake. I felt like an addict who had fallen off the wagon as guilt overtook my mind post pigout and dairy overtook my belly. I have not felt so full in the last seven months. But… it was worth it. I had to take a break the next day as I felt like dairy was spilling out of my utters but since, it’s made a permanent reappearance into my repertoire. Barrett is handling it beautifully and I can’t help but wonder when, exactly, he turned the corner.
Life is busy this fall as we are taking in football festivities and wedding bells are in full swing but things are muy bueno at the Brehm house. Tonight Adam and I will be dining at a joint that serves liquid cheese {that’s right… the kind you buy in a can} in an attempt to celebrate the return of dairy. All in all, things seem to be moving in the right direction!
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