Ondiru and I took the twins for an outing between their morning and afternoon naps. Mokey was rubbing her eyes and looking sleepy as soon as we got in the car to come home. It’s a short trip, too short for a car nap, and I wanted them to stay awake until we could put them down in their cribs at home. So I sang until we pulled into the driveway.
Things you may not know were on Old McDonald’s Farm:
I did a little scientific test this morning and figured out that Wembley is, indeed, showing signs of a skin allergy to cinnamon, as we suspected (to both kinds of cinnamon). But luckily he didn’t seem bothered by it at all. I put a little of the oatmeal on his cheek and he never even touched it in the five minutes or more I left it on, so I guess it doesn’t itch or anything. I can’t really imagine having oatmeal on my skin and not scratching it, so good then.
Mokey spiritedly served as a control group and I’m pleased to say she had no reaction once again.