Fears confirmed

I gave Gracie some peanut butter puffins on Monday, hoping they would be a new food that she would actually eat and a way to get her more fat. I did it Monday because her 12 month visit to the pediatrician was scheduled for this morning. Since reactions get worse the second time with allergies, I figured we would see how it went Monday and then I would give her more this morning so that if she had a really bad reaction, we'd be going to the doctor anyway. Yes, I actually think things out to this degree of neurosis.

Well, good thing. Bonus, we got to skip this morning's "dose" of pb because she got hives Monday night that have gotten worse and worse. Everyone is guessing it's the pb, but we won't do any tests to confirm until she is 2. We'll check other nuts then, too.

I was so hoping she would escape the nut allergies that plague my side of the family. I was hoping her father's total lack of allergies would dilute my contribution. And if she had to have a nut allergy, I really didn't want it to be peanuts but rather something obscure like mine. Since I'm trying hard not to write my simpler, more vulgar thoughts on the matter so picture my angry face.