Muy Caliente . . . Tomato, Tomahhto

Translation - "very hot". 

Nope I am not tooting my own horn, I just bit into something freakin hot in the salsa I made today. Yikes. Good thing I have a cold, frosty gf beer to cool off my throat! Definitely not the same as non-gf beer, but it will do the trick tonight. 

Tomato, Tomahhto. My daughter looked like one last night. Poor thing - huge allergic reaction. Tears, scratching, more tears (from momma), and finally Benadryl. A call into the allergist/immunologist today secured an appointment later this week. Really not satisfied with the two answers I have gotten from our pediatrician. He's great otherwise, but momma's intuition trumps his lackadaisical attitude on food allergies. I have enough experience with these for a few people! Seriously though, we think it is tomatoes causing this reaction. 

So, it's been a while. Yep for a few things . . . but since I blogged last. I am crazy busy but in an almost good sort of way. I am one amazing woman. You are also an amazing woman/man. Each setting out to do our best - not our worst. I am amazed by individuals, even myself. I am busier now with work than I have been in a long time. Guess that stepping out in faith really paid off. I don't guess. I know! I also know who my "Father" is and He sure loves me! 

Got a letter in the mail the other day. A certified one. Felt anxious for a bit then it subsided. Finally had the letter in my hands - only good thing about it was a final paycheck. The other part was an actual letter. Didn't read it, didn't need too. I am at such peace - didn't need to have that disturbed, had a good idea what it entailed. Ended up ceremoniously conversing with God about it and then setting flame to it. I am not a pyro. Just felt like it/it's situation deserved some sort of ceremony of letting go. Letting go of any and all negativity in that letter/situation, not carrying anything from them but the good I keep in my heart. My side of the street is clean, as "they" say and I am happy. I love being known as "my girl" to my clients - I am blessed to love my career and the clients who fill my time slots!

My brutha. He is turning mid-fourties this week. I say mid-fourties because I can't remember for the life of me exactly how old he is turning. I can't even remember silly details of unimportant or even important things!  Baby took brain cells - I still love her though. I see so much in him. I love so much about him. I pray a lot for him deep in my heart. Will you too? He is so talented - such skill in his job, a lot of love to give - just a little trapped for now. He has taught himself how to weld and do carpentry. He has made some amazing things. He cares so much for his crew at work and for those who are close to him. He has accomplished a lot, saved lives, risked his own life, and lived a life of generosity. Lord, please in your mercy protect your son. 

Happy Birthday Steven Robert Lamy!

Those cheeks. Need more be said?

We went to a park in downtown Gilbert recently. Apparently we picked the day the water wasn't on, so the splashpad was not working. O was rockin the swim outfit none the less. She discovered hills and what running down them was like. I think she also discovered that the taste of grass and dirt is not pleasant. This being done while she tripped over her own feet going down the hill and landing flat on her face. Giggling.

There was such a great breeze that day and it was all the more plentiful as she came flying down the hill! She get's more beautiful each day, hard to believe but such a blessing. 

I love potatoes. Chips, hash browns, home fries, french fries, Au gratin, twice baked, once baked . . . you name it, I love them (cooked). Apparently so does my daughter. She has discovered where I keep them in a bottom cupboard. I have baking potatoes and these adorable little heirloom fingering potatoes. She has been taking them out each day and talking Oh so sweetly to them. I caught her red-handed today. . . eating a raw one while hiding in the living room. That is just sick and wrong. 

I am missing a few things. 

My memory, for one. Feel a little handicapped about it. 

My mom. Her and dad leave for another adventure of roadtripping to visit the sisters in CO and NE. 

My pre-pregnancy jeans. A lot!

My sisters.

My cat Peanut.

Downtime.

Sleep.

O just snuggling with me when she was a newborn.

Those first few moments of her life in the hospital as I tried to get my head around what miracle just took place. 

Holding my husband's hand.

Having time to shave my legs on a regular basis.