Colic has struck Taigh Beag. I only got the fixtures and mirror done in the bathroom yesterday. Oh, and I did manage to tidy the enclosed porch. Bubby was up for 7 hours screaming and crying. Nothing I did could soothe him, the poor dear. Thankfully, we're seeing the doctor on Friday, but I have a good idea what he's going to say: "Welcome to colic." I'm not sure I believe in colic in that people say it's just a phase baby's go through, but it is clear to me that Bubby's little tummy is gassy and uncomfortable for him and that in turn makes him upset. Gas drops don't help much.
I HAVE to get sewing done, so my mother is coming over this afternoon to lend a hand with tidying up.
As for the no dairy, I did well yesterday. For dinner, I sauteed chicken, green pepper, tomato, spinach and garlic and served it over plain egg noodles. The fellows got a chicken and rice bake, cottage cheese and leftover baked beans.