My one weakness. Soft. Chewy. Warm. Delicious. All words to describe my favorite food. I could eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and and anywhere inbetween. Since we got the swing, I found the time to make about 10 lbs of cookie dough (I have never found a way to keep brown sugar from crystalizing in the pantry so I figured I would use it all up this time). Oatmeal cookies with milk chocolate, nuts and raisins; Semi-sweet w/crushed walnuts; Milk chocolate morsels and white chocolate; and just plain 'ol Milk Chocolate (per Michael's request). Yum Yum Yum in my Tum Tum Tum. Except for one little thing.... little James pays the consequences. It gives him so much gas he could launch himself to the moon. Poor little guy. And his little bum gets so raw. But despite seeing him in so much discomfort, why can't I stop eating those cookies? Do I:
A) Keep feeding him breastmilk - he can take it like a man
B) Feed him strickly formula and toss the breastmilk - make it easy for me
C) Alternate with breastmilk and formula and hope for the best
D) Stop eating cookies
E) Both C and D
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F)Continue making the delicious cookies, but save your baby's health and bum by carting them all over to my front doorstep. Ring the bell. Run. And we'll all live happily ever after
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