
Last night my Jordy and I went out to dinner and he suggested a little Sushi joint we used to go to when we were first married, but I was craving Mexican so we went to El Charo instead. I couldn't resist the sour cream enchiladas on the menu and as the server placed my meal down, I took one look at the cheese oozing out of the enchilada and told Jordan, "Poor Skyler is going to pay for this one." True to my words, my poor son has been barfing up curdled milk all day (including all over his daddy's nice suit at church) and really, I am the one who is paying, because I now have a little baby who can't sleep because he's trying to deal with spicy, cheesy enchilada milk. I've never realized how much cheese I eat until I feel the need to give up the stuff ... dang, it's hard!
