Growing Strong

Since I've begun outsourcing my dairy capabilities recently, we have learned that Miss seems to have a problem with cow's milk.  But She chugs down soy with no issue so it's hardly a big deal.  Not for us, Peanuts!Today Little One asked why Miss wasn't drinking "cow milk" anymore and I told Her we don't think She can have it.  Little One threw a sagacious, protective arm around Her baby sister and said, "Ok Missy.  I can't have that eiver. But we like ours soy milk Missy, yes we do! And I can show you how we drink it, ever you want me to. We can have matchies milk drinks now! That can be so 'citing!"  Franky, the matching is kind of exciting. It makes it easier for me, in some ways.
Sometimes I look at Missy with Her round, round cheeks and squishy thighs and Her smooth, clear skin, and I sigh.  I am so happy for Her, so happy She's so healthy.
Especially around 7 months, which is the age things hit the fan with Little One, I have often found myself playing with or feeding Little Miss and thinking- this is so easy! So fun! This is what it's supposed to be like; just Taking For Granted. 
Peanuts (don't we all know it) it is SO, so nice to have the luxury to take things for granted. 
Little One is OK,  and She certainly broke the Joy Barrier in my life and left it far in the distance.
But for awhile there it felt a bit dicey. 
I remember when we were in North Carolina and She was a scaly, oozing mess of constant, miserable screaming.

I remember all those ER visits, all those needles and needles and needles.

This girl.

Have Epipen Will Travel

This girl is tough.  And I'm proud of Her...but  sometimes I've wished Her infancy had been just a little less character-building.  It makes me so glad that we figured it out; that even though we have challenges that continue to come up, She overall is doing really well.
And that Little Miss, my baby, is somehow miraculously growing and thriving in such a way that if I wasn't all the time reminded of the contrast between Her babyhood and Her sister's, I could very well take things for granted. 

Her one year check up took about 3 minutes.  I don't take that for granted.  I don't want to.  But- kind of like I won't actually eat the whole chocolate cheesecake in my fridge all at once- it's kind of nice to just know that I could.