The Boisvert Life

It’s amazing how differently you can feel about your life from day
to day isn’t it?  Or is it just me?  Perhaps I’m bipolar and
never realized it before now.  Just kidding.  But it is
strange how one day I can feel so very solemn and lethargic, and then
the next, I wake up full of energy and enthusiasm, eager to face the
world.  I’ve noticed the munchkins are the same way though. 
Some days Lindsay comes running out of her room shouting "Good morning,
have a nice night?", and others, she starts by crying in her bed until
I check to see what’s wrong, and then oozes out of her bed to the floor
in a pouting heap.

We had a great day today though.  Emery
didn’t wake up until 7, and then I got back in bed and slept ’til
8:30!  What a treat.  We then rushed to a playgroup where we
enjoyed great conversation and companionship, only to rush back home to
enjoy an even better time with Peggy and the boys, who stopped by to play and have lunch together.  After naps, Lindsay, Emery, and I headed over to Auntie Chloe’s house to hang out and have dinner, since Barney was at a CFUG meeting all evening.

Overall
a very full and enjoyable day.  I think that helps; To have things
to keep us occupied despite the nasty weather.  We may go check
out OMSI
next week and get a membership, so that would give us something else to
do when the weather won’t cooperate.  Ok, I’ll stop dragging on
for now, and I’ll try to take some pics in the next few days so you’ll
have something interesting to look at on the site instead of just
reading my incessant rambling all the time.  ;) 

I’m dying. 

Don’t worry, not really, but it sure feels that way. 

Think
of your favorite food/food group.  Close your eyes and really
picture it in your mind.  Taste it… smell it.  Let it
really sink in how much you enjoy it.  Now, imagine you can’t have
it anymore.  Any of it. 

Welcome to my world. 

Emery
has developed quite the skin problem over the past few months of his
life.  It started with the normal cradle cap, but as that got
worse, so did the rest of his skin.  The sides of his face, as
well as his forehead, and a pretty bad spot on his shoulder, are flaky
and sometimes weepy.  I know, gross right?  I feel so bad for
him, as it obviously itches him, and must drive him nuts.  He’s
such a happy guy except when he’s not being distracted, and suddenly
realizes just how much he itches.  So, I took him to the
pediatrician, who told me to try going off dairy for a few weeks and
see if it clears up.   

What?  "Go off dairy"?  Me?  That’s like all I eat!  I love everything dairy. 
But, I love the kid more, so I’m going to do it.  Actually, I
should say, I’m in the process of doing it.  Five days and
counting.  I never realized just how hard it would be!  I
have my doubts that his skin problems are the result of a dairy allergy
though, as it seems like the first place that would show up is where
the "dairy laden milk" comes out….diaper rash.  But he’s never
shown a hint of redness down there.  In fact, that’s the only area
that doesn’t seem to be affected! 

Anyway, I used
to have a big glass of milk with every meal, as well as a few bowls of
cereal each week, yogurt the alternate days.  We also had icecream
for dessert a lot, and cheese.  Don’t even get me started on
cheese.  God, how I miss it.  Every time I go to get a snack,
or make a meal, I suddenly realize I can’t eat it, because it’s loaded
with a dairy product!  So.  Frustrating.

But, I’m sucking it up and trying to find alternatives for
consumption.  I tried my cereal with soy milk the other day. 
Don’t. Ever. Do. That.  That’s all I’m gonna say on the
matter.  Basically, I’m going to suffer through these few weeks
and just hope to god dairy isn’t the culprit.  The fact that both
Barney and Lindsay have skin issues as well, leads me to believe that
this is just an unfortunate genetic thing we’re going to have to deal
with throughout his life.  I may have to start washing his clothes
seperately, and drying them with no dryer sheet, and only giving him
baths every few days, with nothing but water and maybe a mild shampoo
for his hair. 

Poor kid.  Hopefully he gets better
with age.  And hopefully I can return to eating everything I love
so much soon.  Until then, I think I may loose a lot of weight,
which isn’t such a bad prospect either.