Aug 162009
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.
