Tough act to follow

I'm not even going to try. This is my second full day home, and I still feel a little bit lost. My navigation system is slowly coming back online. I'm reintroducing myself to the house and to being at home with the girls. This transition isn't all that hard since Craig is still around for at least part of each day. Still, I feel a little different--somehow off--but not in a bad way.

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After months of low-grade concern, we finally had Julia tested for allergies today. This required three vials of blood, which was quite painful for her, and she let us (and everyone within a block radius) know about it. While I was gone, Craig was forced to take her off both soy and rice milk. We already know she's allergic to cow milk. What else can be causing her body to scale and her bum to, well you know, explode. Not fun. For anyone.

We have to wait three weeks until we get the results, and I'm already twitching. From what I can tell, we don't actually get calcium from the air we breathe, so I'm going to have to be creative when it comes to my girl's nutrition.

In the scheme of things, not horrible. I'll probably worry incessantly just in case.

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My vacation was good. I had a wonderful time, especially with my new boyfriend Murdoch. I think Boston in winter is fabulous. Being away from my girls was, at times, excruciating, and this really surprised me. I came to a helpful realization though. I don't miss the old me--the one before kids--like I did before. It seems that in the last four and half years, I've forged a new identity, and I actually like that new person. Who'd a thought?