Don’t let Isaac pick blueberries and eat a lot of them.
Yesterday we went to a farm with some friends and their kids and let Isaac pick big blueberries. These were larger than the ones at our house. We’ve now determined that blueberries = gas. Gas at night = crying every 5 minutes in the middle of the night.
I got up, and curled him up in my arms until he cried himself to sleep. Then put him in our bed where Katie could rub his tummy when he woke up.
This morning, well, let’s just say that via his potty-time we know the blueberries are no longer a problem.
I’ve added some new site features. My Twitter Feed that I use and post on more frequently than my blog and a call line for my site.
I don’t really expect anyone to use the call line only because I’m not famous or anything and most people know how to reach me directly. But, since I got an invite to Google Voice, why not use it?
So, Twitter feed is on the left and if you want to follow me with your own Twitter account, click the tweet link and do so. The call line has it’s own page linked at the top, and goes directly to a voicemail and you can choose for your number to be anonymous.
Some people think it’s not true that teathing babys run fevers. I think it depends on the baby.
Isaac had an all time high last night of 103.4 degrees. Could be a virus, but this morning it’s hovering around 99 and he’s drooling like crazy. (6 bibs in 4 hours)
So far, every tooth he runs like a little furnace and then he’s fine. Fun times.











