While Doug sprays our fleabag (literally) apartment with cedar oil flea spray that we could eat but smells like funky old rotting buildings, I will be heading to the fine state of Vermont to spend my gas money and snack money somewhere where it counts, and be somewhere I love, and pray to the carseat gods that Della does not cry the whole way there and back.
Sunshine, fast moving clouds... me? partially cloudy with chance of ephiphany.
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May you have a big, Vermont-sized epiphany, and a lovely drive out & back. (Come on, Della, give your momma a break and giggle instead of weeping in the car, eh?) Hope you're well, my friend (and hope that the fleas & old building smells) are gone by the time you return. Thinking of you.
Wishing you a small shift if not an epiphany... I hope that it did your soul good to look at a different patch of sky. Hoping that all is as well as it can be...
Hope Vermont had the desired effect on your wellbeing, and that Della has taken to her carseat.
(Our girls had reflux, and they hated their carseats too because it squished their tummies. They were always very uncomfortable in their carseats, especially after eating. There's hope - they now LOVE going places and will happily sit in their carseats.)
I hope your return home is greeted with fully evaporated cedar oil, and that it did the trick.
If the Cedar oil does not do the trick, you might want to try Diatomaceous Earth.
It helped me get rid of a horrible flea problem a few years ago, and is safe for baby
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