Egg-cellent

First, let me give a shout-out to my New England Patriots! Heck yeah, I was cheering for them the whole painful way…even if I was reading my books during most of the game. Go Pats!

   

   Don’t you love Auntie Hay’s sign?

It’s really been a drag having an egg allergy. That means no birthday cake, whoopie pies, or chocolate chip cookies. I like bread but c’mon, how many baguettes can one little guy eat?

Yesterday was the day I’d been waiting for. I was going to be tested to see if I could eat eggs (in baked goods only, scrambled or raw eggs are still off limits for now). Daddy packed up pancakes and off we went to the allergist. I took bites of the pancakes on the hour,  preparing myself for a monster rash to attack. Here I am keeping busy in between bites, waiting for the rash to roar its ugly head.

  

If I rashed, no eggs. But guess what?! I passed! I still have to take it slow and easy (who  me?!) but yippee, I am on the Egg Road to Recovery!!

BTW, the doctor told Daddy that I am very smart. I guess asking the doctor if she knew that protein is a source of energy didn’t hurt, but ahem, how many other 18.5 month olds know his letters?!

  

Yep, me!

P.S. It’s good to be back.

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