I Swore We Wouldn't

I was supposed to be "laid back Mom" this time around. You know, the free-range parent that allows her child to play in the street and eat Captain Crunchberries? I wasn't going to sweat the small stuff. I guess that was all big talk because here I am examining Vivian's diapers like a scientist trying to decode the Dead Sea Scrolls. It's like I'm reading her tea leaves...is she enjoying good health? Will she find a good paying job? Meet Mr. Right? The only thing I've come up with so far is a potential dairy intolerance. And in this household, where our two major food groups are ice cream and cheese, the poor thing is bound to starve.