Update: Survival and the power of the portable dvd player. When I was pregnant, I said that my son would not watch videos until he was atleast 2 years old.   Apparently, I was wrong.  We made it to Grandma and Grandpa’s house on the train with limited tantrums thanks to Baby Neptune. 

I have decided to bring Peanut on the train to visit family in New Jersey.  Just the two of us.  On the train.  Alone.  My son on the train. My son who won’t sit in his high chair long enough to finish dinner (not even for the strawberries). I can not explain my decision to embark on this journey and it as occurred to me that rational people do not make these kind of decisions. I want to be one of those moms that just picks up baby and goes. A toddler in tow, no big deal. There has not been one moment in the past 15 and 1/2 months that I have been this mom. But, tomorrow, well, maybe that will be me.  Or, I could become that woman on the train that I have always despised. The one with the uncontrollable child screaming his head off that she can not seem to hear as busy as she is reading a trashy magazine and talking on the phone.  Wish me luck.  

I thought I was being so careful. Diligently scrutinizing the ingredients of any food or products that I gave Peanut. He never touched any piece food if we didn’t know what was in it, how it was cooked and where it was processed. It never occurred to me to check his baby toothpaste. Why would there be egg in toothpaste? But, as I patiently watched Peanut go through all of his toys and tear apart his room, rather than nap this afternoon, I mindlessly picked up his toothpaste and read the ingredients. And, there it was, Ingredient #10 “lysozyme (from egg)”. I have to be even more careful. It is not enough to just watch everything that Peanut eats, I have to read (and re-read) labels of everything Peanut touches.