I have had this pain that started off as a knot in my left shoulder but has been getting worse over the past few days. Today it radiates all the way up the left side of my neck right to the base of my skull. The pain is so intense it gives me a headache and I can barely turn my head to the right. It also really hurts when I pick up just about anything (like Ivy.) I can feel a lump in my shoulder muscle where the pain originates.

I am fairly certain it has developed from me using my laptop incorrectly. When I nurse Ivy I sit in my rocking chair with a table off to the right of me and only type with my right arm and my head cocked in that direction. I have corrected this by starting to use my laptop only when it is right in front of me so I am not sitting at an odd angle anymore. I find my rice bag heated in the microwave and draped over my shoulders is relieving some of the tension giving me a bit more motion.

Has anyone had experience with a problem like this? I am hoping the problem corrects itself now that I have improved my posture.

Ivy had her specialist appointment yesterday for her hemangioma. We went to the Spokane Eye Clinic to see Dr Maher. I was really pleased with both the staff and doctor. Granted, a two month old with a big ol’ band-aid on her face elicits pity from just about anyone!

Ivy’s hemangioma was about half the size for her appointment yesterday as it was for the pediatrician last week because she somehow managed to scratch half of it off on Saturday. Lots of blood and skin, gross, I won’t go into detail, she is fine though. Hemangiomas don’t have nerves (thank goodness for small miracles!) I mention this since Dr Kincaid, her pediatrician, said last week that Ivy’s hemangioma was growing faster then he has ever seen, which is why it probably keeps bleeding. It is growing so fast in fact he called in another doctor in his practice (whom Ivy had an appointment with last time) to confirm. Because of the rate of it’s growth, Dr Kincaid thinks it should be removed and told me that if the eye specialist couldn’t do anything about it he would sent us to a pediatric dermatologist. (In happier news the tumor is not the only thing that is growing rapidly, Ivy is in the 95th percentile for both height and weight.)

Dr Maher is willing to remove the hemangioma though. He does not believe it goes deep, which is a good thing since that reduces the risk of it affecting her eye’s growth, and it is also on a pedestal, which means it is growing from a small area rather then spreading across her skin. Both those factors make it a smaller area to excise and since hemangiomas are very vascular, that is a very good thing. The bad news? Ivy will have to be put under for the procedure, which carries it’s own risk, especially since she is so young. Dr Maher recommended we wait another few weeks before we will make our final decision so he can assess how it growth between now and then.

So another waiting game, Ivy’s next appointment is on March 1st, but at least we have a lot more information now and some decisions to make. And time to consider getting a second opinion too, I do not take the thought of my daughter being sedated for surgery, minor as it might be, lightly.

…taking your child to the ER for the first time.

I had just set Ivy down in her swing last night and walked into the kitchen so I could give Damian his dinner when I heard her starting to fuss. I clipped Damian’s tray on and went to check on her only to see this:

(Technically I took this photo a little later. When I first saw her, the blood was smeared and flowing and dripping in her eye and I cleaned that up instantly.)

I admit, my initial reaction was to snatch her up and have a moment of oh-my-god-I-cannot-breath panic. A few minutes earlier Michael had gone out to the store for me and so it was just me and a mysteriously bleeding baby who was getting progressively more upset. After my moment I grabbed a washcloth, wet it and wiped the blood away. I then noticed her hemangioma had started bleeding. This was kind of relieving, I had read this could happen, though they normally are much much larger at that point.

I took that picture in the time it took me to set down the wipe and pick up my camera, it was bleeding that fast. I wanted the picture to take to her appointment with the specialist, something can be hard to explain. Then I put pressure in it, not so easy with an angry hurting newborn, I had no idea she could thrash so much. I nursed her at one point which calmed her down but the blood was still soaking through the cloth. After 15 minutes (eternity…) I checked it, the bleeding had no slowed.

I called Michael and told him to check out and come home and then reapplied pressure again. When Michael got home (15 minutes later) it was still really flowing. t was getting close to 20:00 so he called the nurse hotline our pediatrician gave us for after hours and gave them the information, they said they would call us back in a few minutes (wtf?) 15 minutes or so later they called back, Ivy was still soaking through the washcloth though it seemed to be slowing a little. They told us to bring her into Sacred Heart’s ER. I had a feeling this was going to happen so I already had packed the diaper bag and gotten Damian ready.

Then I called Andrea and Shannon, I left the both voicemails. I had held it together till this point but telling my best friends that we needed their help… I couldn’t even finish the messages. Andrea later told me all she hear was ER Ivy and Call Back before calling me (just a couple minutes after I left the message.) I asked if she would come help us take care of Damian in the ER. She said she would with Peter (her fiance, he also officiated our handfasting for those who were there!)

We have the Best Friends Ever.

In the car Ivy started to calm down and, of course, stopped bleeding. Though it was still weeping a bit. We decided to go anyways since the nurses had recommended it and were expecting us. Andrea and Peter met us at the ER (the emergency room on a Friday night, fun…) We were shortly moved to the children’s ER were we waited… and waited… Andrea texted Shannon to give her and update and let her know she didn’t need to come. I was expecting the long wait, not my first time I have been in the emergency room. My mom was right though, she told me when I was little and in the ER that I would not understand some things until I became a parent. In that moment I completely understood how my parents felt when something was wrong with me. My children were not even born in a hospital, this was literally the first time I have had to go to one with them!

Eventually the nurse came and took Ivy’s vitals and then we waited some more, then we were moved to a private room and a doctor came and checked on Ivy. While washing off her face she started bleeding again so she gave me some gauze to apply pressure and said she would be back in a few minutes. She gave Damian a popsicle and a nurse put Lilo and Stitch on for him. Between them checking on us and Ivy’s bleeding stopping it took about 2 hours, the gauze kept pulling off her scab so they gave us non-adhesive gauze (which still did but not as much.) Good thing because they were considering putting silver nitrate on it when it did.

I just wanted to say that the staff at Sacred Heart was awesome though at the time I didn’t feel they were doing enough (I figure this is a pretty common reaction) I was impressed with them. Not as impressed as I was with Andrea and Peter though! They stayed with us the whole time keeping our spirits up (and our eyes open) and helping care for Damian (who refused to sleep of course, too many interesting things!) Again, we have the Best Friends Ever.

Then we left, it was 12:04. I know this because I was waiting for my birthday to start! Now that the stress has passed and we know she is okay, I admit I am dreading the ER bill. However I am glad we went. The best birthday gift is knowing my baby will be okay.

So in a nutshell, what happened? Her hemangioma opened (she may have scratched it) and since it is a tumor made up of blood vessels it had issues stopping bleeding. We know how to stop it in the future at home (time and pressure.) This does increase the likelihood it will need to be removed but Ivy’s appointment is not until February 1st. Let’s hope this doesn’t happen again between now and then.

Why does a pediatrician using a fancy term and referring your newborn to an eye specialist sound so frightening? Nothing against Ivy’s doctor, who is amazing, I’ve just never had anything wrong, or at least specialist-worthy wrong, with Damian (knock on wood!) It is nothing particularly serious, or at least it usually wouldn’t be and still probably isn’t…

Ivy has developed something called an infantile hemangioma, which is a benign tumor caused by a buildup of blood vessels in the skin where they don’t belong. You can see Ivy’s in the photo above her eye. It doesn’t seem large (I personally am constantly get distracted by her pretty blue eyes when I look at her) but when compared to a photo of her from a couple weeks ago you can see why we were concerned. Her pediatrician says they generally run their course, getting larger over time and then normally reducing in size and all but disappearing by the time a person is between 5 and 10 years old.

The problem for Ivy is that her hemangioma is close to her eye, which means it could cause complications as it grows, like blindness, if it is not monitored (and treated if necessary.) The great thing is that we do not live in the stone age and if it proves to be one that could impair her growth, we can have to treated or removed. Modern medicine certainly has it’s place. I am not sure if our insurance will cover treatment (what they consider necessary and what the doctor considers necessary can vastly differ) but I really don’t care if I have to beg or knock over a bank to take care of my daughter. It will be done.

But I am getting ahead of myself with worry, we haven’t even seen the specialist yet, with whom I will be making an appointment with tomorrow. Ultimately this is not a major problem, I think my worry stems from the usual parental protectiveness as well as this being the first thing my child has ever been sent to a specialist for (heck Damian has only been sick, and then only with the flu, once.) Fingers cross!

Finally an elusive Ivy smile has been captured for all to appreciate. No doubt she was plotting future plans of world domination (or achieving world peace for the softer at heart, but I know better. I’ve seen Aos whispering to her.)

A few people have asked me how I have been doing recently, and as anyone who has children knows, life has been very busy. Between Damian and Ivy’s needs as well as carving out the all important couple time with Michael it is amazing I accomplish anything beyond basic household chores.

There are good days and bad days. Yesterday wasn’t great, I was moody as were my children and then the washing machine when kaput. That in itself is not the end of the world, except I exclusively cloth diaper my children and the sopping wet load in there at the moment is three quarters of my supply. Ick! However other then a middle of the night disposable diaper run on Michael’s part (love you!) the washer is under warranty, so it is only a temporary inconvenience. I admit that for a moment last night, it all felt totally overwhelming. Michael is totally taking care of it all though (again, love!)

Yesterday aside, I usually feel pretty balanced but these short Winter days can really wear on my emotional state, as does postpartum body. I know not to be too hard on myself and I do not have any particular drive to look skinny and stretch marks do not bother me in the least but I feel unhealthy right now. At the moment weighing less would be a step in the right direction to fix that. So an increase in exercise is in order as I already eat a very balanced diet for a breatsfeeding mother (though that did go partly the way of the dodo during the holidays. Mmmm cookies…) I am not sure how to go about exercising yet. Come Spring, yard work and general time out keep me fit but Winter has a couple strikes against me in that arena. Besides that I simple do not like working out in the Winter. Again, I accuse the heavy clouds and lengthy darkness for that lack of motivation. Which is a little funny since working out usually lifts my mood in the cold months. I would like to find something indoors and motivational that I can do between chasing a toddler and caring for a newborn. And something free, I can’t afford a wii or wii fit as much as those are fun and I would love one.

Beyond my health though, life is good. Whether good or bad each moment feels precious and my heart feels more open than it has in a long time. I know I have to treasure these moments as I will never again be at this moment in my life. Today I am going over a list of words to pick a theme for the next year. At the moment openness sounds good, but then so do simplicity and balance. I want to narrow it to one. It will be my mantra and spiritual focus until I feel I have some mastery of it, or for the next year, whichever point of reevaluation comes first.

And to finish with a little bit of frivolity (as both my children are now awake.) This is Damian’s latest epic battle toy arrangement. Is it odd that it bugs me more that there are herbivores attacking the stegosaurus than that a robot is joining the fray?

So everyone is sick in the Stewart household. I had the worst of it yesterday, I do not think I have ever thrown up so much in a 24 hour period in my life. Today I feel almost as good as new, so luckily this is a fast moving plague. Michael doesn’t seem as sick as I was, which is good. I wouldn’t wish this upon anyone.

I am most worried about Damian, though he is not as sick as I was either, thank goodness. (Yay for breastmilk antibodies!) He is having a problem keeping down any fluids, which is a lot more dangerous for him then us adults. His wet diaper count hasn’t dropped though and he isn’t running a fever. I think as long as that doesn’t change he will be okay. I am sure it is normal for me to worry, he has never been sick like this before after all. I am just letting him sleep as much as he wants and nurse as often as he wants.

We are signing the lease on our home tomorrow afternoon, hopefully we will all be up and mostly running by then…

Have you ever had your pupils dilated at the optometrist? Your vision goes blurry for hours and everything is so damn bright! I felt like a stoner without the beneficial side effects (of not caring that everything is a bit off.)

Michael and I both had it done when we had our eyes checked yesterday, it took over 5 hours for the effects to wear off for me. Luckily it wore off faster for Michael so that he could drive. I think they dilate your pupils so that you can’t see the price tag when you go to select your frames, hehe.

Both Michael and I needed new lenses and we both bought new frames as well (I also ordered contacts.) I opted for sturdier frames then last time because Damian has a knack for swatting them off my face. I love the ones I choose though, they have character. Granted I’ll be wearing contacts most of the time, but still, it is nice have a pair of glasses that you like.

We had to wait an hour for the new frames so we went to Arby’s (I find something mildly disturbing about not being able to see my food, especially fast food.) We discovered in our blurry wandering that NorthTown has a nursing lounge which I thought was really cool since Damian needs relative quiet to breastfeed. But of course he refused to eat in there, so we continued to wander around till we found a quiet area with a bench. It was fun just hanging out with my guys.

I have horrendous pain in my back today. I am use to aches and such but this is something else, kind of reminding me of the intensity of the sciatic pain I had in my third trimester. It is in the middle of my back though, the part behind my diaphragm and in front of it too actually. It feels like I picked up something wrong (Damian?) and “sprained” my chest and back. Is that even possible? When I touch that area it feels tender and bruised but looks normal.

I don’t want to take pain killers (with breastfeeding the ones I could take are ineffective anyways.) Besides that it hurts enough I am pretty sure I would hurl if I tried to swallow something. I have been doing cat cows which helps… until I stop then the pain returns. If I lay on the floor and brace my legs on the wall with my knees bent at a right angle it feels better, again, until I stop. Also Damian thinks I am a jungle gym then too. I just want to cry, not a normal thing for me. If I get too upset, Damian gets distressed and cries too. Poor guy. He doesn’t understand why I can’t play.

So I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions for me? (Crawling into bed with a heating pad is not an option unfortunately. To start with, I don’t have a heating pad and secondly I need to watch my very adventuresome almost 7 month old, He-Who-Thinks-Power-Cords-Are-Better-Than-Sliced-Bread!)

While Damian was taking his morning nap I took the opportunity to take a bag of trash out and WHOOPS! I slipped on some ice and landed right on my butt, hard. Hello bruised buttocks! (I looked up buttocks on google (for spelling) the second result was Buttock augmentation. Disturbing!) And you just can’t put and ice pack on your rear… of course I landed on some ice, but that just isn’t the same. Can you break your tail bone? Is it actually a bone?

You know every time I have fallen like that I think “Wow, I am so going to be feeling that again when I’m 50!” (Apologizes to any age sensitive 50+ year olds.) I wonder if all my injuries from my youth really will come back to haunt me. I feel some of them already, especially when the weather changes. The knee I hurt skiing, the arm I broke playing hockey… my beau at the time ran over it you know? I don’t think Michael has ever broken a bone… My dad has always been really into sports, I wonder if his old injuries act up now?

Michael is back at work today, he has been on vacation for the past week. Damian seems to miss him, he keeps looking around like he lost something. Of course we lost some sleep, it is hard getting back into the groove of things.

Part of me says I should skip my morning walk today, but another part of me says it will make me feel better, like walking out a cramp. I don’t think anything is as healing as being outside. I love the smell of cold mornings at the park. I thinking I need winter boots, or maybe I should just get some chains for my regular shoes. Not walking is out of the question. A huge part of staying healthy is being in shape. Still, I think I will be changing a bit more of my routine to the indoors.

What causes seasonal depression? I start feeling it this time of year. I miss the sun (though I have a light that is suppose to imitate it – my plants aren’t impressed though.) Is it a lack of vitamin D? How important is it anyways?

Anyhow Damian is waking up and I have lots to do so I will end this here. I hope everyone has a nice (and slip-free) day.

A couple people have asked me about the cottonseed oil allergy I mentioned the other day. I know it is a rather bizarre allergy, but it has become a pretty serious thing.

It is something that has bothered me for awhile, especially since I have been in the USA (it is in everything processed and some other things too, like salted peanuts!) This allergy has been getting progressively worse. It use to give me hives, then a year or two later it started giving me a full body rash. I pretty much solidly avoided it after that, which isn’t hard since I don’t eat processed food. I have to watch some homemade goods, especially pastry, since shortening is 100% hydrogenated cottonseed oil.

The other day I had a bit of a scare. I ate something which I shouldn’t have, a biscuit, I even knew I shouldn’t be eating it. (It’s not your fault Ginanne! It’s mine!) No rash or hives though! I thought I was okay but then I got really thirsty, my throat felt really dry and tight and I was light headed. I got Michael to get me some water and I had a really hard time swallowing it. I tried to cough and that didn’t work, then I started wheezing with every breath which scared everyone (including me!) and my chest hurt.

Michael realized what was happening first I think. He asked what I had eaten and then it dawned on me too. He got an antihistamine from his mom and after a few minutes it felt somewhat better. I don’t know if it helped or it was just the reaction fading.

I am assuming this is a progression of the allergy? I’m wondering if I should be carrying Benadryl or something like that around with me, just in case. (Since I would only take it in the rare instance where I eat the wrong thing I don’t think it would impact my milk supply.)

I have never really had a bad food allergy so I would just like to say, this really sucks. Speaking of which does anyone have a pie crust recipe that does not use shortening?

So my mom is home, she called me last night to let me know everything is okay. I was worried (hey, I am the daughter, it is my job to worry! hehe) but it was really nice to hear her. I think she scared her mom more then anyone else, since she had to wait in the emergency room with now news for awhile. Poor grandma!

Her heart was going way to fast, 190 instead of 80. They have her on some medication and want to do a small surgery in a few days. I totally think she should come to Spokane to have it done, we have world-class cardiologists running out heart and vascular programs. They probably don’t want her in a plane right now though.

Okay, I am not sure how drilling a hole in her heart is a small surgery but I am going to put faith in the fact the doctors probably know what they are talking about.

Of course she explained it that way and she is prone to use terns like “Burn a hole in my frigging heart” rather then “small incision for [x-reason]” but I assume doctors don’t make a regular business of cutting a hole in someones heart and just leaving it there. Maybe they will put a pacemaker in or something. She has to cut way way way back on the smokes too, so we will see how that goes.

Luckily she bought travelers insurance right before she left Canada (this happened in Indianapolis) so she won’t have to flee across borders from medical bills or anything. I think she cashed in some good karma on that blessing. She might still go back to Canada for the surgery though.

Anyhow it was nice to hear her, I’m going to call and check on her today. I’ll keep you all updated. Thanks for all your comments, emails and tweets yesterday, I really appreciate it.

My brother called me today and the moment I realized it was him and the ton of his voice, my mind when “oh shit”. Don’t get me wrong, my brother and I do talk, he just normally doesn’t call me, especially not at 2am his time.

My mom was taken to the hospital via ambulance today for cardiac arrhythmia. She was driving in Indianapolis with my uncle and grandma when she started having problems. I don’t know much more then that right now. I am going to call my uncle shortly but I am super worried.

My mother and I just really started reconnecting after years. I was just on the phone with her a couple weeks ago. I’m not ready for anything bad to happen – though I doubt I will ever be.

Anyhow, any prayers, positive energy or whatnot would be appreciated.

Okay, I am officially afraid to smile again! Last year my front tooth chipped and I got it fixed, now the same tooth chipped again this morning! Big gapping redneck smile, argggg!

Why does it always happen before a trip?! Last time it happened just before we went to Seattle, now we are going camping next week and it is not cheap to fix this, though we have insurance that will cover a bit of it. It is not so much a beauty thing – though I do care about that – as a functionality thing. Do you know how hard it is to eat with a chipped tooth?

It is funny because I was just thinking the other day that I should go to the dentist for my cleaning and check up but then realized how much of a pain it would be since I am exclusively breastfeeding Damian. For me to go to the dentist I will have to get a pump and a bottle, yet another expense, then someone to take care of him while I am in there.

Oh my god I am way more stressed then I ought to be. Need to call Michael.

This is not fair.

So it still isn’t fair but I am not having a melt down anymore, many thanks to Michael and a well placed tofu joke on Twitter by Andrea. Deep breaths right? I feel so vain for overreacting. I still don’t know how this will work out, I have to get it fixed or at least filed down, it is so sharp! Can I breastfeed if they numb me? Stuff to look up.

I can figure this out though.

Among the newfound stress there is a lovely bit of poetic irony though, I am 90% sure it chipped while I was brushing my teeth!

I just got off the phone with Damian’s goddessmother, Michelle, and she will come to the dentist with me. As long as I get them to use novocaine, bupivacaine or lidocaine for numbing, I will not have to pump and dump breastmilk. So I can feed him right before I go in and right afterwards too, leaving a pumped bottle with her just in case. (I don’t even know if Damian would take a bottle, he won’t take pacifiers.) it should be okay.

Now to call and talk to the dentist.

So it is all worked out, dentist next Wednesday. Michelle will take me there and take care of Damian. They are just going to fix that tooth, using the appropriate numbing agent as not to impact my milk. I have some milk already hand expressed and saved too. Dr Sargent was really cool about it, love my dentist.

Let’s see, in the past three and a half weeks I’ve given birth, got a bladder infection (remember to stay hydrated people!), the van has broken down, Damian and I have gotten thrush and now Windigo has an eye infection, it looks like Aos is getting it too.

Seriously, is financial stress part of parenthood? Why does everything seem to go expensively wrong at the same time.

The gas pump died on our van a week ago and apparently a former owner replaced the fuel line with normal hose so it has to be replaced too (since it was leaking.) $700 for that. We broke down in a parking lot on our way to my two week midwife appointment, that was fun in the blistering heat. Our friend Shannon came and picked up Damian and I though (bless her) while Michael waited for the tow truck.

Damian and I have thrush at the moment (it is basically a yeast infection in his mouth that got transfered to my breasts.) I get chronic yeast infections so it is not too surprising but it is certainly not making the nursing experience pleasant. We are treating it though and it is starting to improve. I feel guilty for giving it to him, though I know it is really not my fault. though I could cut more sugars out of my diet (which hasn’t been the best this past few weeks…) I had forgotten till now how much my physical and mental self suffers when I do not control my diet better. It is more stressful emotionally then financially. It is making Damian’s bowel movements irregular, it is hard to see him struggle. I have been wearing him in the sling most of the day so that he feels secure, it seems to be helping.

I called the vet today and explained that we really couldn’t afford to bring the cats in but that I know what is wrong with them (they get this thing about once a year, it is a reoccurring herpes eye infection. They get it when they get stressed.) I said we would bring them in if we had to though, they are part of our family after all. Luckily the vet was really understanding and though he can’t give us the antibiotic without seeing them, he can give us an anti-viral gel. Michael is picking it up after work. We have never used this treatment on them so fingers crossed that it works.

Does anyone else has this problem with any of their animals? Is there anything preventative you do for it (other then trying to keep them low stress?)

The +90F heat isn’t helping any of this. We don’t have screens so we can’t open the windows to get a breeze going (we only have AC in one room) the cats would get out if I opened them as is. I called the landlady about it today and tried to be as polite as possible. She was also understanding (I am thankful for all these small miracles) and is going to see what she can do about it.

I am wondering what will happen next and how we will get through it. I know we will, we always do, and if anything this makes Michael and my relationship stronger because it shows us how much we need each others support. I am quite an optomistic person but this is even dragging me down I guess.

This will probably be amusing to some, but when I am feeling down I love listening to Walking in Memphis to calm my mind. It is such a beautiful song. Marc Cohn has such and amazing voice. Music is a force more powerful then the darkest mood in my life.

I thought I was getting my ultrasound today but it turns out today was just a check up. I have lost three pounds which baffled me a bit as I have been eating and had very little morning sickness. I had bad morning sickness today though, so I wonder if it was water weight? Still I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight, so more food for me.

I am having my ultrasound on January 24th, I have to pee 3 hours before going and then drink 32oz of water and hold it. Oh joy. I just may explode! If we bring a blank vhs they will tape some of it for us, does anyone still use vhs? Do they sell them? I think we have a couple upstairs maybe… We don’t even have a vcr.

Still, all is well. One of Michael’s coworkers may be giving us a crib and I look forward to setting that up!

If we didn’t eat anything they link to cancer, aging, diabetes etc, we would all starve to death! No salt, no carbs, no sugar, no red meat, none of these fish, no dairy… (I am sick and cranky today, so pardon the mini rant.)

Whatever happened to “everything in moderation”?

Sometimes I want to punch these dietary Nazis I run across. On the news today, they had one (not as bad as most) talking about how sugar (any kind, from refined to fruit!) is bad for your skin and causes aging. You know, this guy makes me want to eat more sugar because he had horrible skin! It was stretched over his bones like a zombie (of course that may be the face lifts, so healthy…)

Of course fruit is my favorite food group too, so that may be the source of my annoyance.

Currently I love grapefruit drizzled with a little honey, sometimes I will eat several a day, but I am decently sure that is a pregnancy craving since it only started a few weeks ago. Otherwise I adore soft fruit, nothing done to it. Just organic and picked when sun ripened. Peaches, strawberries, blueberries, yum! I love pomegranates too, especially made into a dressing over a fresh spinach salad.

My grandma use to make jam business, all natural products and it was delicious. More then the jam though I just liked sneaking handfuls of fresh fruit from the storage bins… I am sure she knew I took them, the blueberry stained lips must have been a dead giveaway.

Sooo, what are some of your favorite foods?