It’s Great to Have a Baby When…

You show up to a work party at someone’s house and discover that they have 7, that’s right SEVEN, cats. And you are allergic to cats. And one of the cats helps itself to making a bed out of your baby’s carseat the moment you put it down. And the homeowner tells you “The only cat you wanna watch out for is Bitsy, who tends to attack without reason or warning. And, yes, he has his claws. So you might want to watch your baby around him.”

Oh, would you look at that? It’s the baby’s naptime! So sorry I can’t stay longer! Or something like that. And by “something like that,” I mean I need to get the HELL out of this crazy ass cat hole.

Officially Uninhabitable

We’ve just discovered that our daughter is allergic to dairy, and since I’m breastfeeding, that means I have to cut out dairy. So I’m going through the 7 stages of grief in letting it go. But I just can’t get to Acceptance. Phoenix is officially intolerable in the summer without ice cream. Yeah, yeah, I know. There’s sorbet. Hrmph to you.