MSPI and Cheesy Pizza Goodness

My baby is Milk, Soy Protien Intolerant (MSPI). I breastfed him, which means I cut all milk, soy and whey proteins from my diet since the end of December.

Let me tell you...it takes label reading to a WHOLE new level!

I've been supplementing formula for some time, since the boob job seriously screwed with my milk supply. Over the past couple of days he has only wanted his bottle. It makes me little sad, so to make myself feel better...I ordered a naughty, cheesy pizza!

School Schmool

I get discouraged when people call me a Professional Student. (Mainly people in my family). I think it's because it's not like I had a choice in the matter. Believe me! If I could've gone to school full-time, I certainly would have!

I finished my Bachelor's degree in 6 years going to school part-time and this Masters degree is taking me just as friggin' long.

I am on the downhill slope, and the finish line is within my reach now. SOOOO exciting! That being said, I still have a lot of research and writing to do.

If you have time, please take this survey for me! (It's for a paper I am writing on time management and critical thinking!

http://kwiksurveys.com?s=LHIHIK_f9fbdfa7

Smiley Babies are Second Only to Sleeping Babies!

Liam and Cierra are getting so big! Here is a short video of us getting him all ready for a bath!

My Boyfriend Knows I Poop....Dun, dun dunnnn

As a fore-runner to this post, you must know that I usually poop when my boyfriend is gone, not that I plan it that way, but I prefer to get my pooping done while he is occupied.

So the other night I pooped.
It. Wouldn't. Flush.

I thought it was pretty funny, so I started laughing.

My daughter called up to me,
"WHAT is so funny mom?"

Me: "I pooped"

Cierra: "What's so funny about that?"

Me: "Turds' stuck!

Cierra "What? eeww (laughing)"


And...that was that. I didn't want to plunge it, because then there would be poop on the plunger, and the thought of cleaning that made me wanna yak. SO I just left it there to...you know...soften up. The baby was fussing, so I just closed the toilet, washed my hands and forgot about it.

A couple of hours went by and I was downstairs cooking dinner, when my boyfriend bolted into the kitchen, saying (very proudly) "You are busted"!

I knew EXACTLY what he was talking about. ha ha

Apparently he had gone upstairs to go to the bathroom as soon as he arrived home from work and asked Cierra who forgot to flush.

Cierra said, "My mom. (shrugs) Wouldn't flush."

SO needless to say the secret is out....even kick ass, slightly vain, girly girls like me, drop a deuce that won't flush every now and then. (and blog about it) Don't hate!