I think I failed to mention in the previous post that when we awoke that first morning at 6am with no kettle that in my desperation I made a bad judgment call. I had either Moscow tap water which no one seems to consume and may be filled with countless harmful strains of bad stuff or in the diaper bag was a tetra pack of some kind of baby dairy. It was not refrigerated because the fridge was not plugged in but it was in a tetra pack. Neither ideal options but I had to do something so I smelled the diary and it smelled good so I mixed it with a bit of formula and gave it to Roman in the hopes that this would tide over his little belly until the buffet opened.
Bad call
A few hours later it re-emerged out the other end in an explosive smelly manner requiring several wipes and the burning of his onesie. OK, I didn't really burn it but I did throw it out with the soiled diaper and wipes into the fancy hotel restaurant bathroom garbage. Take that snobby staff!
The moral of the story... questionable dairy is never a risk worth taking
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Welcome to my adoption blog. I am a thirty something Canadian Chick in the process of becoming a mommy bird through international adoption. I can't promise that my mind and heart won't wander off topic as I am apt to do and so may my posts. I can promise that I will share with you the joy and pain that is the stuff of all great journeys. The facts and the feelings, the laughter and the tears, the lessons and the bliss.
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