So I live about 20 minutes east of Boulder, Colorado. It is the perfect place for me and really represents the kind of person I am and my parenting approach. If you think of Boulder as the hippie capital of the world reeking of patchouli and dispenseries, where gluten is a poison and paper towels are weapons against humanity...well I am a little more towards the Midwest of that whole approach. That said I drink green sludge juice for breakfast, have organic just about everything and consider red food dye the devil.
My youngest daughter is allergic to red food dye #40. We discovered this 48 hours before Halloween when she exploded after eating a red food dye covered candy. She ended up screaming like a lunatic,hiding in a corner and had a red rash all around her mouth. Now she is obsessed with red food dye. She likes to attribute anything to red food dye. She threw a gigantic fit at the park because I wanted her to actually breathe air instead of watch scooby doo in the car, she blamed her epic meltdown on the "red gummy" she ate for breakfast. Um that was a Dr Sears vitamin, from whole foods, no red food dye. But I guess it would be nice to just blame my crankiness on something like a gummy. Can't blame her.
So yeah me. Basically a hippie living in the suburbs who doesn't use drugs and likes paper towels. I like the smell of patchouli and the look of hand made scarves with organic plant dyes.
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