Its been a while. A lot has happened since I last posted. In fact, we're starting all over here. We recently moved from Central Pennsylvania to Southeast Wisconsin. In a sense, we moved back home. Or at least closer to what I consider home for myself. However, new school, new doctors, new neighbors.
Over the course of the last school year, the Babe had some milestones. We went to our first movie, saw a concert, attended an art fair, and was just overall able to do more than she had the year before. Part of this had to do with a springtime visit to the allergist. The Babe has airborne allergies to heated dairy, besides the plethora of other major food allergies based on ingestion and/or contact, and this made her fear any food smell when out of the house. It didn't matter if this was in a large open air area or in the car with windows closed driving past a restaurant. When we saw the allergist, he was able to let her know that smells do not equal protein. As in, just because you can smell something, it doesn't mean that the food protein she's allergic to is attached to the odor. Its a little bit more complex, but it helped a lot.
We knew we had a good thing going where we last lived. We had wonderful doctors, teachers, neighbors, etc. And in late June we said goodbye to them all, and hit the road to Wisconsin. The toughest part for the Babe was all the kids in our neighborhood. We made some really good friends, and she could just walk outside in the late afternoon and play with kids. So far the only kids we've seen in our new neighborhood are older and on their bikes. Hopefully once school starts she'll meet some kids who live near us that she can play with.
So, with a little over a month before school starts, we're trying to stay busy. We finished unpacking by the first weekend in the house, so that's taken care of. Looks like we'll get to start exploring the area a bit, and try to plan some outings. She got a little spoiled right before we moved because we made a Pennsylvania bucket list, trying to do and see things that we wouldn't get back to (at least not for a long while), such as Valley Forge and Gettysburg. We crammed a lot of things and visits with people in just a few weeks. Now that we're in the new house, its not quite the same. We'll get there. I just need a little more energy and she needs a little more patience.
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
How Full is My Glass
So much has happened since I last posted. I thought things were getting better, if not easier. I was wrong. One should not get complacent. Or this is when its time to think glass half empty, not half full.
Since I last wrote, the Babe was still in first grade. Up until the last two weeks of school, everything was just going along. However, we hit a blip in the road, and we've been trying to recover since. Let's just say that the Babe is bright. With that intelligence, and the growing ability to read and awareness of her environment, her anxiety grew, too. When living with life threatening food allergies, including airborne allergies to certain foods, the world can be a scary place.
So now we're a few months into second grade. I figured each year we moved up in this school, things would get better. Systems are in place, familiar people and places. Eh, not so much. The Babe can't eat lunch in the cafeteria because of her airborne allergy to dairy (almost everyday there are cheese sticks, pizza, or some other heated dairy item on the menu). So, the school has thankfully made a great accommodation by letting her have lunch in the library. This year she's actually assigned an aide, rather than random people scheduled to keep an eye on her. The second or third week into the school year she was permanently assigned the most lovely woman- kind, caring, sweet. She obviously enjoyed what she was doing, and enjoyed being with the Babe. But just as we started to get comfortable, the school decided to change this woman's schedule. Neither she nor the Babe wanted this, but it wasn't our choice. So for the past month or longer, its been a juggling act by the school to make sure someone is present when the Babe has lunch. For a child who is anxious (which the school is aware of), this added more chaos. This week they finally have someone assigned, who the Babe should be meeting soon. Here's hoping this works out, the person is a good fit, and we can move on.
There have been other things along the way, but if you didn't know this about me, I am cautious about over sharing on a public forum. If you know me and call, I'd probably tell you everything, including the color of my underwear if you asked. O.k., maybe not that much information. So, there are some thing I will not post. Like the details of our summer. Everyone else came back to school glowing about how wonderful it was, and not wanting it to be over. I was ready. No, nothing bad happened. It was just unpleasant. And here's the glass half full...I'm hoping it only gets better.
Since I last wrote, the Babe was still in first grade. Up until the last two weeks of school, everything was just going along. However, we hit a blip in the road, and we've been trying to recover since. Let's just say that the Babe is bright. With that intelligence, and the growing ability to read and awareness of her environment, her anxiety grew, too. When living with life threatening food allergies, including airborne allergies to certain foods, the world can be a scary place.
So now we're a few months into second grade. I figured each year we moved up in this school, things would get better. Systems are in place, familiar people and places. Eh, not so much. The Babe can't eat lunch in the cafeteria because of her airborne allergy to dairy (almost everyday there are cheese sticks, pizza, or some other heated dairy item on the menu). So, the school has thankfully made a great accommodation by letting her have lunch in the library. This year she's actually assigned an aide, rather than random people scheduled to keep an eye on her. The second or third week into the school year she was permanently assigned the most lovely woman- kind, caring, sweet. She obviously enjoyed what she was doing, and enjoyed being with the Babe. But just as we started to get comfortable, the school decided to change this woman's schedule. Neither she nor the Babe wanted this, but it wasn't our choice. So for the past month or longer, its been a juggling act by the school to make sure someone is present when the Babe has lunch. For a child who is anxious (which the school is aware of), this added more chaos. This week they finally have someone assigned, who the Babe should be meeting soon. Here's hoping this works out, the person is a good fit, and we can move on.
There have been other things along the way, but if you didn't know this about me, I am cautious about over sharing on a public forum. If you know me and call, I'd probably tell you everything, including the color of my underwear if you asked. O.k., maybe not that much information. So, there are some thing I will not post. Like the details of our summer. Everyone else came back to school glowing about how wonderful it was, and not wanting it to be over. I was ready. No, nothing bad happened. It was just unpleasant. And here's the glass half full...I'm hoping it only gets better.
Monday, January 11, 2016
How We Spent Thanksgiving
I kind of left things hanging with my Thanksgiving post. What I didn't disclose at the time was that we were eating our initial holiday meal the day prior on Wednesday, as we were going to be spending Thanksgiving day driving 10+ hours from central Pennsylvania to the northern suburbs of Chicago.
My husband made me an offer I couldn't refuse. In lieu of an elaborate birthday gift for my 40th birthday, we could go visit my family during Thanksgiving. This birthday gift was generous, as we arranged to rent an event room at the hotel we stayed at. However, there were obvious strings attached. I had to prepare everything. By everything, we're not talking just packing a few changes of clothes, our usual emergency meds, kitchenware, etc. No, I took on the task of hosting lunch for 6 adults and 6 children at the hotel on Friday, plus serve dessert for anyone who wanted to drop by later that same afternoon. I should have questioned my sanity (and at moments I did), but it was so worth it.
Prior to our trip, I had baked 2 chocolate chip pumpkin loaves (one for us, one for guests), 1 cookie pie and 24 mini cookie tartlets, and 2 dozen chocolate cupcakes. I also made 3 lbs. of meatballs, which I froze, and later reheated to serve at our luncheon. I also made sure we had almost all the groceries necessary for Thanksgiving and Friday, as I didn't know if we'd have an opportunity to go to a grocery store last minute, or if any would even be open.
When we got to the hotel, we had a second Thanksgiving meal. We had packed turkey that I had frozen the day before, as well as leftover stuffing, and potato kugel I made just for the trip. It was the easiest travel meal, as it just required reheating/thawing stovetop in some boxed broth. So yes, you can have Thanksgiving on the road, with some planning.
Friday morning, I awoke to make a package of quinoa. I continued to make my quinoa salad that included corn, black beans, and diced tomatoes, in a lime vinaigrette (homemade). Next was compiling a lettuce, cucumber and tomato salad. I reheated the meatballs in a crockpot we took along. The most complicated thing to do was heat up pasta as the water just didn't want to boil. Really, it took about an hour to make about 1 1/2 pounds of pasta. That was our lunch menu: pasta, meatballs, Southwestern quinoa salad, and a green salad.
The party room was set up with three round tables, with seating for six at each. I brought with plastic tablecloths to go over the clean fabric ones. We ate at two of the tables, and the third was set up for crafting and games for the kids. We had two long tables set up for the buffet. I was so proud of myself as it didn't look slopped together. Granted, there were no fancy centerpieces. However, it was comfortable for those of us who were there. The plus was that my two nephews could go across the hall and play pool at a free pool table when they got bored with their electronic devices.
It was perfect. The adults got to sit and chat, while the kids had fun together. There was no bickering, and no worries about allergens. The room was specially cleaned for us, we had wipes with us, and we supplied all food and paper goods. We could be in our little corner of the world, and just be.
The twelve of us enjoyed lunch and dessert. Then mid-afternoon I brought out carrots, hummus, and chips, as well as the rest of the desserts. A few people dropped in to visit late afternoon. While more were expected but cancelled last minute, we enjoyed the time with those who were able to join us. It was quality time, and we didn't have to rush off anywhere.
The next day my sister arranged for us to join her, her kids and my mother at a park building, where we could do the same of just have safe snacks, visit, and play games. She made sure to wipe everything off, have plastic tablecloths for everything, and safe foods.
While it cost a little more to do things this way, it worked. The Babe was safe, she could be with family, and we could just enjoy ourselves. Definitely a great birthday gift.
My husband made me an offer I couldn't refuse. In lieu of an elaborate birthday gift for my 40th birthday, we could go visit my family during Thanksgiving. This birthday gift was generous, as we arranged to rent an event room at the hotel we stayed at. However, there were obvious strings attached. I had to prepare everything. By everything, we're not talking just packing a few changes of clothes, our usual emergency meds, kitchenware, etc. No, I took on the task of hosting lunch for 6 adults and 6 children at the hotel on Friday, plus serve dessert for anyone who wanted to drop by later that same afternoon. I should have questioned my sanity (and at moments I did), but it was so worth it.
Prior to our trip, I had baked 2 chocolate chip pumpkin loaves (one for us, one for guests), 1 cookie pie and 24 mini cookie tartlets, and 2 dozen chocolate cupcakes. I also made 3 lbs. of meatballs, which I froze, and later reheated to serve at our luncheon. I also made sure we had almost all the groceries necessary for Thanksgiving and Friday, as I didn't know if we'd have an opportunity to go to a grocery store last minute, or if any would even be open.
When we got to the hotel, we had a second Thanksgiving meal. We had packed turkey that I had frozen the day before, as well as leftover stuffing, and potato kugel I made just for the trip. It was the easiest travel meal, as it just required reheating/thawing stovetop in some boxed broth. So yes, you can have Thanksgiving on the road, with some planning.
Friday morning, I awoke to make a package of quinoa. I continued to make my quinoa salad that included corn, black beans, and diced tomatoes, in a lime vinaigrette (homemade). Next was compiling a lettuce, cucumber and tomato salad. I reheated the meatballs in a crockpot we took along. The most complicated thing to do was heat up pasta as the water just didn't want to boil. Really, it took about an hour to make about 1 1/2 pounds of pasta. That was our lunch menu: pasta, meatballs, Southwestern quinoa salad, and a green salad.
The party room was set up with three round tables, with seating for six at each. I brought with plastic tablecloths to go over the clean fabric ones. We ate at two of the tables, and the third was set up for crafting and games for the kids. We had two long tables set up for the buffet. I was so proud of myself as it didn't look slopped together. Granted, there were no fancy centerpieces. However, it was comfortable for those of us who were there. The plus was that my two nephews could go across the hall and play pool at a free pool table when they got bored with their electronic devices.
It was perfect. The adults got to sit and chat, while the kids had fun together. There was no bickering, and no worries about allergens. The room was specially cleaned for us, we had wipes with us, and we supplied all food and paper goods. We could be in our little corner of the world, and just be.
The twelve of us enjoyed lunch and dessert. Then mid-afternoon I brought out carrots, hummus, and chips, as well as the rest of the desserts. A few people dropped in to visit late afternoon. While more were expected but cancelled last minute, we enjoyed the time with those who were able to join us. It was quality time, and we didn't have to rush off anywhere.
The next day my sister arranged for us to join her, her kids and my mother at a park building, where we could do the same of just have safe snacks, visit, and play games. She made sure to wipe everything off, have plastic tablecloths for everything, and safe foods.
While it cost a little more to do things this way, it worked. The Babe was safe, she could be with family, and we could just enjoy ourselves. Definitely a great birthday gift.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Happy Thanksgiving!
While we may not eat Thanksgiving with most or any of our family, we still have a traditional meal. The other day while sitting with my daughter and one of her classmates at lunch, I asked him if he was looking forward to Thanksgiving. He just gave a shrug. The Babe immediately piped in how she loves stuffing. So I couldn't resist teasing, and asking her if she thought I was making some for Thanksgiving. Her response, also said jokingly, "What do you think, Woman?!". I guess that would be a resounding yes. This year's menu will include a 14 lb. turkey (yes, just for the three of us which will mean lots of leftovers), stuffing, baked potato and sweet potatoes, a vegetable not yet determined, and chocolate chip pumpkin bread. My goal is not to overdo it, since there will be a lot that has to be done over the next few days besides just making and eating our Thanksgiving meal. More on that later. Have a happy Thanksgiving.
Friday, October 30, 2015
Halloween 2015
We made it through another year of trick-or-treating. Once again I'm very thankful for the neighbors we have. Last year wasn't as positive for the Babe, but this year many of our neighbors were very thoughtful, having safe options or a special treat just for her.
This year there was a greater media presence regarding the Teal Pumpkin Project. It was started a couple years back by an allergy mom from Tennessee. Last year it seemed to make headlines in the allergy community, but this year I saw articles in mainstream media, and posts from various media outlets. The concept behind the Teal Pumpkin Project is to offer safe alternative to food for Halloween treats. This can be as simple as a pencil or eraser, stickers, or more elaborate items.
We had a sign on our door indicating we had food and non-food treats. None of the kids asked for the non-food items, which means I'll just save the little puzzles and other toys for next year. As for the Babe, she received temporary tattoos, stickers, erasers, pencils, pen and paper, and even a very thoughtful craft project. The Babe was great about going to various houses that only offered candy. She just said, "No thank you", and went on with her friends. The only part that upset her were some people had their dogs out trick-or-treating, and she's afraid of dogs. Otherwise, she had fun.
Afterwards, she went on a Halloween inspired scavenger hunt with our babysitter, who joined us for the night to help out (Daddy wasn't in town). Then we had some chocolate chip pumpkin bread I made earlier in the day, followed by carving the pumpkin. Lastly, I did give her a special treat. I never know if she's going to receive anything she can keep, or how disappointed she might be that she can't do all that her friends do. So this year rather than stock up on a bunch of little things (e.g. coloring books and stickers), I got her a small toy I knew she'd like. Based on the hugs and kisses I received, I knew we finished our evening well.
If you want more information on the Teal Pumpkin Project, you can find it here: http://www.foodallergy.org/teal-pumpkin-project.
This year there was a greater media presence regarding the Teal Pumpkin Project. It was started a couple years back by an allergy mom from Tennessee. Last year it seemed to make headlines in the allergy community, but this year I saw articles in mainstream media, and posts from various media outlets. The concept behind the Teal Pumpkin Project is to offer safe alternative to food for Halloween treats. This can be as simple as a pencil or eraser, stickers, or more elaborate items.
We had a sign on our door indicating we had food and non-food treats. None of the kids asked for the non-food items, which means I'll just save the little puzzles and other toys for next year. As for the Babe, she received temporary tattoos, stickers, erasers, pencils, pen and paper, and even a very thoughtful craft project. The Babe was great about going to various houses that only offered candy. She just said, "No thank you", and went on with her friends. The only part that upset her were some people had their dogs out trick-or-treating, and she's afraid of dogs. Otherwise, she had fun.
Afterwards, she went on a Halloween inspired scavenger hunt with our babysitter, who joined us for the night to help out (Daddy wasn't in town). Then we had some chocolate chip pumpkin bread I made earlier in the day, followed by carving the pumpkin. Lastly, I did give her a special treat. I never know if she's going to receive anything she can keep, or how disappointed she might be that she can't do all that her friends do. So this year rather than stock up on a bunch of little things (e.g. coloring books and stickers), I got her a small toy I knew she'd like. Based on the hugs and kisses I received, I knew we finished our evening well.
If you want more information on the Teal Pumpkin Project, you can find it here: http://www.foodallergy.org/teal-pumpkin-project.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Mommy is not...
I think I have a problem. To start, the feminist inside me is screaming that I've gone wrong. This morning while the Babe was getting ready for school, I asked her to pick up a tissue next to her garbage can and throw it out. She said, "No, that's your job.". No! "Moms are maids". No!!!! She repeated this. If she was a little bit older and bigger, all services provided by this mom would come to a screeching halt. However, child services would come knocking on my door. And I can't stop caring for my child, no matter how wrong and obnoxious her statement might be. As my sister helpfully suggested, the bucket and rag needs to come out. A little Cinderella time? Or perhaps a reality check. New season, new school year, new chores. Let's start with making her own bed, putting away any clothes lying around, clearing the dinner table, and picking up her play room. She does these things sometimes, but not always. Well, Mommy the Maid is also Mommy the Boss. The Boss is making a list.
Friday, September 11, 2015
School Days
We're just finishing off our second week of first grade. There are definitely differences from first grade. The Babe is adjusting to the change in classmates. I haven't been in the classroom yet to volunteer, so I haven't met many of the kids, and unable to observe the personalities like I was able to last year. I hear about various kids, and suspect I know who she most dislikes and most likes. There are still some new names I hear about randomly. All in all, she seems to be doing well.
One thing I'm proud of is she's learning to advocate for herself. This week they had class pictures taken. She observed those ahead of her, and when it was her turn, she asked the photographer not to touch her since she has allergies. Good for her. This person probably touched dozens of kids, and who knows what else, before it was the Babe's turn.
And while there is a lot the Babe misses out on or must avoid, one benefit this year is lunch in the library. She's been allowed to pick a different classmate each day who has brought their lunch from home to join her in the library for lunch. They can observe the librarian or the computer specialist teaching, or have the library all to themselves. Its a unique experience. Thus far its been very positive. The ones who have joined us seem to enjoy themselves. Its a nice change from the lunchroom that is very loud and distracting.
While I hoped to pursue some form of employment outside the home this year, I realize it would be a challenge since I'm constantly running back and forth from school. Another year, but in the meantime, I get to know the school staff better, and forge better relationships that improve the Babe's situation. Hopefully when she's older she'll look back and appreciate our special time together.
One thing I'm proud of is she's learning to advocate for herself. This week they had class pictures taken. She observed those ahead of her, and when it was her turn, she asked the photographer not to touch her since she has allergies. Good for her. This person probably touched dozens of kids, and who knows what else, before it was the Babe's turn.
And while there is a lot the Babe misses out on or must avoid, one benefit this year is lunch in the library. She's been allowed to pick a different classmate each day who has brought their lunch from home to join her in the library for lunch. They can observe the librarian or the computer specialist teaching, or have the library all to themselves. Its a unique experience. Thus far its been very positive. The ones who have joined us seem to enjoy themselves. Its a nice change from the lunchroom that is very loud and distracting.
While I hoped to pursue some form of employment outside the home this year, I realize it would be a challenge since I'm constantly running back and forth from school. Another year, but in the meantime, I get to know the school staff better, and forge better relationships that improve the Babe's situation. Hopefully when she's older she'll look back and appreciate our special time together.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
A Summer of Firsts
This summer was full of firsts for the Babe. She went to a major league ball game, Disneyworld, and tried some new foods. There may have been more firsts, but I'm in back to school mode so can't remember everything.
The major league ball game was a true thrill for her. We needed to make the hour and half drive to Baltimore to have her bloodwork done for updated allergy testing. She was not happy to have to have blood drawn, and the long drive didn't help. It had been pushed back enough that we finally had a day that my husband and I could go. She knew what treats were in store for her afterwards, however the day before we went my husband came up with a bigger and better idea. How about attend a Baltimore Orioles game? We checked with the ticket office about food, and found a section that was barely occupied. My husband booked a hotel within walking distance of the stadium. That was fun for the Babe because she could look down at rush hour traffic from our room. After dinner, we loaded up with wipes and snacks, and headed over. She loved it. The people, the lights, the different activities posted on the signboard. Besides wiping her seat down, we had her sit on stuff. We were up high, and had a large area all to ourselves. She danced and cheered, and had a blast.
A few weeks later we headed down to Florida. We planned to spend one day at Disneyworld in Orlando. Based on where we were staying, we were able to get up early, drive two hours, spend the day, and head back home afterwards. One side note- my husband and I are not fans of heat or crowds. We visited towards the end of July when it was wall to wall people and 95 degrees. I packed frozen bottles of water, food, and again, lots of wipes. The Babe was so excited, anticipating seeing many characters and some rides she would like to go on. That's unfortunately not how the day proceeded. Nary a character could be found unless we wanted to stand in ninety minute lines. And every ride or show we offered (as in every ride and show we passed), we asked if she wanted to go on or to, and she said no. Although she is six, they still scared her. After an hour of melting and trying not to collapse, we went on one ride which was the story of the Little Mermaid. She was not happy with us or the ride. Halfway through she had her hands over her ears, and afterwards asked us why we made her do it. She didn't want to go on the teacups or on the carousel, nor see the Presidents' show. Finally we rode on the train all around the park, which she loved. After lunch we did meet Belle, during a mini-interactive show that she enjoyed. Last she had her picture taken with Tinkerbelle (again, something you had to wait on line, but we had a FastPass for). We rode the ferry back to our car. We chatted with the captains while waiting, and the Babe was very exited. However, she was worried she might get seasick. So the captain gave her a ring (large blue rhinestone) that was "magical" and she'd be fine. That was probably one of the highlights for her. We lasted six hours and walked over four miles. We survived Disney. Not what we expected to see and do, but we went. Afterwards she enjoyed a swim in the pool with her daddy. It was a good day for her, and that is all that matters.
The major league ball game was a true thrill for her. We needed to make the hour and half drive to Baltimore to have her bloodwork done for updated allergy testing. She was not happy to have to have blood drawn, and the long drive didn't help. It had been pushed back enough that we finally had a day that my husband and I could go. She knew what treats were in store for her afterwards, however the day before we went my husband came up with a bigger and better idea. How about attend a Baltimore Orioles game? We checked with the ticket office about food, and found a section that was barely occupied. My husband booked a hotel within walking distance of the stadium. That was fun for the Babe because she could look down at rush hour traffic from our room. After dinner, we loaded up with wipes and snacks, and headed over. She loved it. The people, the lights, the different activities posted on the signboard. Besides wiping her seat down, we had her sit on stuff. We were up high, and had a large area all to ourselves. She danced and cheered, and had a blast.
A few weeks later we headed down to Florida. We planned to spend one day at Disneyworld in Orlando. Based on where we were staying, we were able to get up early, drive two hours, spend the day, and head back home afterwards. One side note- my husband and I are not fans of heat or crowds. We visited towards the end of July when it was wall to wall people and 95 degrees. I packed frozen bottles of water, food, and again, lots of wipes. The Babe was so excited, anticipating seeing many characters and some rides she would like to go on. That's unfortunately not how the day proceeded. Nary a character could be found unless we wanted to stand in ninety minute lines. And every ride or show we offered (as in every ride and show we passed), we asked if she wanted to go on or to, and she said no. Although she is six, they still scared her. After an hour of melting and trying not to collapse, we went on one ride which was the story of the Little Mermaid. She was not happy with us or the ride. Halfway through she had her hands over her ears, and afterwards asked us why we made her do it. She didn't want to go on the teacups or on the carousel, nor see the Presidents' show. Finally we rode on the train all around the park, which she loved. After lunch we did meet Belle, during a mini-interactive show that she enjoyed. Last she had her picture taken with Tinkerbelle (again, something you had to wait on line, but we had a FastPass for). We rode the ferry back to our car. We chatted with the captains while waiting, and the Babe was very exited. However, she was worried she might get seasick. So the captain gave her a ring (large blue rhinestone) that was "magical" and she'd be fine. That was probably one of the highlights for her. We lasted six hours and walked over four miles. We survived Disney. Not what we expected to see and do, but we went. Afterwards she enjoyed a swim in the pool with her daddy. It was a good day for her, and that is all that matters.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
First Grade
We've survived the first day of school. The Babe started first grade on Monday. She was a little anxious going in, but when I picked her up at the end of the day she told me it was "wonderful". The next morning she told me she loved it.
This year she's at the same school where she attended kindergarten. I met with several staff members last week to plan for her attendance, and work towards an agreed 504 Plan. The biggest hurdle is lunch. As the Babe is presumed to be airborne anaphylactic to dairy (meaning she can't be around heated dairy because the dairy proteins are in the air, and could trigger a reaction upon inhalation), we're trying to avoid the cafeteria on major dairy days.
The first day of school was naturally pizza day, so I met her for lunch in the library. It was just her and myself in a quiet corner while an older class was there with the librarian. I purchased paper placemats ahead of time. After wiping down her seat, laying out a placemat, and getting her lunch out, she was good to go. The Babe enjoyed her lunchtime with me.
The next day we tried out the cafeteria. The Babe was a bit apprehensive. I let her know we could go to the library, but she went ahead and ate in the cafeteria. The Babe sat at one of two allergy tables. Again, it was just her and myself, with the rest of her class at a longer table adjacent to us. The Babe wanted a friend with her, which is a possibility in the future so long as they have a safer lunch (like no hot thermos of mac and cheese). The school principal spent some time in the cafeteria, and made sure to stop by and sit with us for a few minutes to see how everything was going. With an airborne reaction, it may not be immediate. So while I was present with her at lunchtime, I tried not to obsess all afternoon. Thankfully, everything went well.
Today I joined her again in the cafeteria. Later this week will be library lunches. Everything went well at lunch except at the very end. Her teacher rejoined the group in the cafeteria to line them up to return to the classroom, and two boys who both had dairy in their lunches hugged her simultaneous. That means neither side of her is "clean", and the Babe was very upset that she can't hug her teacher at the end of the day. This was the Babe being self-aware, and knowing immediately what wasn't safe. Hopefully she gets over the disappointment before the day is over.
In the meantime, the principle, school social worker, teacher, and various others have checked in to make sure the Babe is o.k. this first week. Its wonderful to know everyone is watching out for her. Thankfully, we're off to a good start.
This year she's at the same school where she attended kindergarten. I met with several staff members last week to plan for her attendance, and work towards an agreed 504 Plan. The biggest hurdle is lunch. As the Babe is presumed to be airborne anaphylactic to dairy (meaning she can't be around heated dairy because the dairy proteins are in the air, and could trigger a reaction upon inhalation), we're trying to avoid the cafeteria on major dairy days.
The first day of school was naturally pizza day, so I met her for lunch in the library. It was just her and myself in a quiet corner while an older class was there with the librarian. I purchased paper placemats ahead of time. After wiping down her seat, laying out a placemat, and getting her lunch out, she was good to go. The Babe enjoyed her lunchtime with me.
The next day we tried out the cafeteria. The Babe was a bit apprehensive. I let her know we could go to the library, but she went ahead and ate in the cafeteria. The Babe sat at one of two allergy tables. Again, it was just her and myself, with the rest of her class at a longer table adjacent to us. The Babe wanted a friend with her, which is a possibility in the future so long as they have a safer lunch (like no hot thermos of mac and cheese). The school principal spent some time in the cafeteria, and made sure to stop by and sit with us for a few minutes to see how everything was going. With an airborne reaction, it may not be immediate. So while I was present with her at lunchtime, I tried not to obsess all afternoon. Thankfully, everything went well.
Today I joined her again in the cafeteria. Later this week will be library lunches. Everything went well at lunch except at the very end. Her teacher rejoined the group in the cafeteria to line them up to return to the classroom, and two boys who both had dairy in their lunches hugged her simultaneous. That means neither side of her is "clean", and the Babe was very upset that she can't hug her teacher at the end of the day. This was the Babe being self-aware, and knowing immediately what wasn't safe. Hopefully she gets over the disappointment before the day is over.
In the meantime, the principle, school social worker, teacher, and various others have checked in to make sure the Babe is o.k. this first week. Its wonderful to know everyone is watching out for her. Thankfully, we're off to a good start.
Monday, July 13, 2015
Dentist visit
The Babe had a routine dental visit last week. Following her cleaning, the dentist came in for her check-up. Happily, no cavities. Afterwards, I had to have a slight repair done, so we moved into another exam room. When the dentist came in, he joked about having just seen the Babe. She responded, "Deja vu". It was so funny, and he was taken aback at her knowing this, and using it appropriately.
One of the things that makes it more comfortable to go to this particular dentist is the fact that he has a child with food allergies. I feel a little safer when the Babe is there because he has first-hand knowledge. At this past visit, I felt even better. There was a new hygienist in his office. During the majority of the Babe's cleaning we were discussing food allergies. No, her children don't have food allergies. She does. She outgrew many, but still has a few. The Babe asked her about Epi-pens, and sure enough, the hygienist carries her own.
We are definitely part of a growing community. It was good for the Babe to see a pretty adult, with a regular job and family, who has lived with food allergies most of her life. Its also good for us as parents to see that while we live with certain restrictions due to allergies, we don't have to limit our children. My job is to protect her, but not prevent her from pursuing goals and having fun.
One of the things that makes it more comfortable to go to this particular dentist is the fact that he has a child with food allergies. I feel a little safer when the Babe is there because he has first-hand knowledge. At this past visit, I felt even better. There was a new hygienist in his office. During the majority of the Babe's cleaning we were discussing food allergies. No, her children don't have food allergies. She does. She outgrew many, but still has a few. The Babe asked her about Epi-pens, and sure enough, the hygienist carries her own.
We are definitely part of a growing community. It was good for the Babe to see a pretty adult, with a regular job and family, who has lived with food allergies most of her life. Its also good for us as parents to see that while we live with certain restrictions due to allergies, we don't have to limit our children. My job is to protect her, but not prevent her from pursuing goals and having fun.
Friday, June 5, 2015
Our Kindergarten Graduate
I've been a little light on my blogging lately. In part it was because I was still observing the year of mourning for my father. The other part was because I didn't want to go on about school until we made it through. Call me a bit superstitious. As I type, the Babe is finishing her last day of kindergarten. We attended her graduation yesterday.
We are so thankful for how this school year went. First off, we got an amazing teacher. The Babe loves her, as do the rest of her classmates. She's kind, caring, patient, and truly enjoys her class. Beyond her personality though, she's an excellent teacher. I volunteered many mornings in the classroom, assisting with kid writing. The progress I saw from the start of the year until now is impressive. The Babe started the year with skills that not all her classmates had. Some kids couldn't recognize the alphabet, and now are writing short paragraphs in neat print. They know what narrative, persuasive, and fiction writing is. The Babe can do simple addition. When she reads aloud to me, its a beautiful thing.
This has been a wonderful experience. We feared whether the Babe would be safe in a school environment. Working with her school, we set safeguards in place. Her teacher went above and beyond- worrying over things that weren't necessarily identified as potential hazards in the beginning. She watched over all the kids, but I knew the Babe was protected. Next year will be a little different as the Babe will be attending school for the full day including lunch. We will be addressing this later in the summer, but for now, we are thrilled with the experience so far.
As for the Babe herself, she made friends, got to experience the playground, and just overall thrived in school. During their graduation they performed several songs. Some had moves added. The Babe was the kid up there with a smile, shaking her hips and moving her shoulders. I think if there was an agent present, they would have approached us. That's not something we want to pursue, but the Babe certainly doesn't have stage fright. My next challenge will be finding ways to keep the Babe busy this summer without breaking the bank or driving me crazy.
We are so thankful for how this school year went. First off, we got an amazing teacher. The Babe loves her, as do the rest of her classmates. She's kind, caring, patient, and truly enjoys her class. Beyond her personality though, she's an excellent teacher. I volunteered many mornings in the classroom, assisting with kid writing. The progress I saw from the start of the year until now is impressive. The Babe started the year with skills that not all her classmates had. Some kids couldn't recognize the alphabet, and now are writing short paragraphs in neat print. They know what narrative, persuasive, and fiction writing is. The Babe can do simple addition. When she reads aloud to me, its a beautiful thing.
This has been a wonderful experience. We feared whether the Babe would be safe in a school environment. Working with her school, we set safeguards in place. Her teacher went above and beyond- worrying over things that weren't necessarily identified as potential hazards in the beginning. She watched over all the kids, but I knew the Babe was protected. Next year will be a little different as the Babe will be attending school for the full day including lunch. We will be addressing this later in the summer, but for now, we are thrilled with the experience so far.
As for the Babe herself, she made friends, got to experience the playground, and just overall thrived in school. During their graduation they performed several songs. Some had moves added. The Babe was the kid up there with a smile, shaking her hips and moving her shoulders. I think if there was an agent present, they would have approached us. That's not something we want to pursue, but the Babe certainly doesn't have stage fright. My next challenge will be finding ways to keep the Babe busy this summer without breaking the bank or driving me crazy.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
A Special Teacher
I may have mentioned that the Babe loves school. A large part of this is due to the wonderful teacher she has. The curriculum that is taught seems advanced, but well introduced to the kids. The teacher maintains a level of discipline while ensuring the kids have fun with learning. On top of that, she gets the allergy issues. She worries about the Babe in her classroom on a level that makes me very comfortable having the Babe there. I just wish her teacher could continue with the Babe as the Babe moves up in grades.
When the kids leave for the day, they line up to catch their buses. I drive the Babe to and from school, so I wait at the building entrance for her. Almost every day the Babe gives her teacher a hug goodbye (she's not the only child vying to hug her sweet teacher). Many times the Babe has asked her teacher to come over for a visit. Just before winter break, her teacher, Miss H, realized she could come over the Tuesday before Christmas. So I invited her and her teenage daughter for dinner.
The weeks before Christmas, the kids had a lot of holiday books read to them, including several about Hanukkah. While in the classroom volunteering, her teacher and I were discussing latkes, or potato pancakes. Apparently, she'd never had them before. On the night she came for dinner, I planned to make latkes. In addition, I served baked chicken, roasted broccoli, salad, and a chocolate frosted chocolate cake.
Just after Miss H and her daughter arrived, so did our builder. We'd been dealing with a leak in our kitchen faucet, and my husband caught him working on an adjacent property. So while I was prepping latkes (thankfully I had just peeled the potatoes before I lost access to my sink), the builder and my husband were taking apart my kitchen faucet, and Miss H, her daughter, and mine played nearby.
I tried a new way to make my latkes, and they came out perfectly. Granted, it takes a while to fry up a whole batch, but it was definitely worth it. Miss H and her daughter seemed to thoroughly enjoy them. After they left for the night, all I could smell was the cooking oil/potato smell in my hair, which made me want to make some more. I haven't yet, but think they'll be on the menu very soon. Despite a few hiccups at the start of the evening (um, no access to my kitchen sink!), we had a very pleasant evening and a good meal. Here's my latke recipe:
Gluten-free Egg-free Potato Latkes
4-6 medium russet potatoes
1 onion (yellow or sweet)
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 C white rice flour
1 Tbsp ground flax seed + 3 Tbsp water
Canola Oil- lots of it
1. Peel potatoes. (Placing peeled potatoes in a bowl of ice water will slow them from turning color).
2. Grate potatoes and onion in a food processor or with a hand grater (watch those knuckles!).
3. Add the potato and onion mix to a bowl. Drain liquid. Then, add flaxseed-water mixture, salt, and rice flour.
4. Heat oil in a large frying pan, about 1/4 inch up the side of the pan.
5. Place a large tablespoon-full of batter in the pan. Try not to overcrowd, otherwise it will be harder to flip. Keep on medium heat.
6. Wait for the bottom of the pancakes to firm, and brown (depending on heat of your oil, should take 3-4 minutes). Flip when a medium brown, and press down on the pancake to flatten. Continue to cook until other side is browned (again, if oil is hot, should be another 3-4 minutes).
7. Place on paper-towel covered plate to absorb some of the excess oil.
8. Eat and enjoy.
* Traditionally latkes are eaten with applesauce and sour cream. We substitute Sour Supreme for the sour cream, and its just as good.
When the kids leave for the day, they line up to catch their buses. I drive the Babe to and from school, so I wait at the building entrance for her. Almost every day the Babe gives her teacher a hug goodbye (she's not the only child vying to hug her sweet teacher). Many times the Babe has asked her teacher to come over for a visit. Just before winter break, her teacher, Miss H, realized she could come over the Tuesday before Christmas. So I invited her and her teenage daughter for dinner.
The weeks before Christmas, the kids had a lot of holiday books read to them, including several about Hanukkah. While in the classroom volunteering, her teacher and I were discussing latkes, or potato pancakes. Apparently, she'd never had them before. On the night she came for dinner, I planned to make latkes. In addition, I served baked chicken, roasted broccoli, salad, and a chocolate frosted chocolate cake.
Just after Miss H and her daughter arrived, so did our builder. We'd been dealing with a leak in our kitchen faucet, and my husband caught him working on an adjacent property. So while I was prepping latkes (thankfully I had just peeled the potatoes before I lost access to my sink), the builder and my husband were taking apart my kitchen faucet, and Miss H, her daughter, and mine played nearby.
I tried a new way to make my latkes, and they came out perfectly. Granted, it takes a while to fry up a whole batch, but it was definitely worth it. Miss H and her daughter seemed to thoroughly enjoy them. After they left for the night, all I could smell was the cooking oil/potato smell in my hair, which made me want to make some more. I haven't yet, but think they'll be on the menu very soon. Despite a few hiccups at the start of the evening (um, no access to my kitchen sink!), we had a very pleasant evening and a good meal. Here's my latke recipe:
Gluten-free Egg-free Potato Latkes
4-6 medium russet potatoes
1 onion (yellow or sweet)
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 C white rice flour
1 Tbsp ground flax seed + 3 Tbsp water
Canola Oil- lots of it
1. Peel potatoes. (Placing peeled potatoes in a bowl of ice water will slow them from turning color).
2. Grate potatoes and onion in a food processor or with a hand grater (watch those knuckles!).
3. Add the potato and onion mix to a bowl. Drain liquid. Then, add flaxseed-water mixture, salt, and rice flour.
4. Heat oil in a large frying pan, about 1/4 inch up the side of the pan.
5. Place a large tablespoon-full of batter in the pan. Try not to overcrowd, otherwise it will be harder to flip. Keep on medium heat.
6. Wait for the bottom of the pancakes to firm, and brown (depending on heat of your oil, should take 3-4 minutes). Flip when a medium brown, and press down on the pancake to flatten. Continue to cook until other side is browned (again, if oil is hot, should be another 3-4 minutes).
7. Place on paper-towel covered plate to absorb some of the excess oil.
8. Eat and enjoy.
* Traditionally latkes are eaten with applesauce and sour cream. We substitute Sour Supreme for the sour cream, and its just as good.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Silencing the Music
I haven't written much in the past few months. I have thought to, but then got pulled away by something or other. I also have been hesitant to write because despite trying to keep things normal for the Babe, I'm still in mourning for my father. Jewish custom or tradition is that a child observe an eleven month mourning period for a parent. During that time, certain activities are abstained from, as one should avoid joyous activities such as listening to music or going to parties.
For me, the music has been silenced. I no longer listen to music in the car or at home. I rarely drove without music playing in the car before. Now, its only on if others put it on. If I'm alone and a news show starts playing music, I change the channel. The only time I now intentionally hear music is when I go to religious services. Then, the music is a double-edged sword. I enjoy it, but it is painful because I associate my father with that. He sang off and on with temple choirs, and when attending services, he always sang in a strong, loud voice. As I now attend services in a different synagogue (in a different state), the voices and harmonies are slightly different. Sometimes though I can hear him in my head, and its difficult. One song at the end of services is too much for me that I don't know if and when I'll ever be able to sing along to it.
While I intentionally am not doing certain things, I can't deprive the Babe of being a child and enjoying what is around her. That meant a birthday celebration, sightseeing when friends and family visit, watching her shows, and all things that are important to my now six-year-old.
In the past few months, we have celebrated her birthday with family and friends. She has lost her two bottom front teeth. She is loving kindergarten, and becoming a stronger reader and writer. We did our annual apple picking and pumpkin picking. We went to Washington D.C. with my sister and niece when they came for a brief visit. Later this week we'll be participating in Halloween festivities at school and in our neighborhood. Life goes on. Right now its just a little bittersweet for me.
For me, the music has been silenced. I no longer listen to music in the car or at home. I rarely drove without music playing in the car before. Now, its only on if others put it on. If I'm alone and a news show starts playing music, I change the channel. The only time I now intentionally hear music is when I go to religious services. Then, the music is a double-edged sword. I enjoy it, but it is painful because I associate my father with that. He sang off and on with temple choirs, and when attending services, he always sang in a strong, loud voice. As I now attend services in a different synagogue (in a different state), the voices and harmonies are slightly different. Sometimes though I can hear him in my head, and its difficult. One song at the end of services is too much for me that I don't know if and when I'll ever be able to sing along to it.
While I intentionally am not doing certain things, I can't deprive the Babe of being a child and enjoying what is around her. That meant a birthday celebration, sightseeing when friends and family visit, watching her shows, and all things that are important to my now six-year-old.
In the past few months, we have celebrated her birthday with family and friends. She has lost her two bottom front teeth. She is loving kindergarten, and becoming a stronger reader and writer. We did our annual apple picking and pumpkin picking. We went to Washington D.C. with my sister and niece when they came for a brief visit. Later this week we'll be participating in Halloween festivities at school and in our neighborhood. Life goes on. Right now its just a little bittersweet for me.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
School Days
Yesterday was the first day of kindergarten for the Babe. We were both excited. There were no tears from either of us.
For some parents, I know its a milestone reflecting that your baby is no longer a baby. For me, it meant a little more freedom, a lot more knowledge. As the Babe is my only child, she will always be my baby. Kindergarten won't change that fact.
The bittersweet element was that my father and mother-in-law aren't here to know how well yesterday went. Had things been different, I probably would have called my mother-in-law when I got home from dropping the Babe off at school, to tell her how things went. She would have wanted to hear all the details, and would have kvelled (Yiddish for "to feel happy or proud"). My father would have also enjoyed hearing about how the Babe just jumped right into school. Yes, we shared with my mother and father-in-law about how the morning went. And yes, they were also happy for how well things went. It just would have been nice to share with everyone.
As for the school and the Babe's teacher, I am very happy. I met with the school nurse and school principal separately, and a telephone conversation with her teacher, prior to the start of school. Medication was turned in, safety plans were put in place. We will all meet later this week to review everything. Everyone knows who the Babe is, and are doing their best to keep her safe. The Babe can concentrate on learning and making new friends, and just be.
For some parents, I know its a milestone reflecting that your baby is no longer a baby. For me, it meant a little more freedom, a lot more knowledge. As the Babe is my only child, she will always be my baby. Kindergarten won't change that fact.
The bittersweet element was that my father and mother-in-law aren't here to know how well yesterday went. Had things been different, I probably would have called my mother-in-law when I got home from dropping the Babe off at school, to tell her how things went. She would have wanted to hear all the details, and would have kvelled (Yiddish for "to feel happy or proud"). My father would have also enjoyed hearing about how the Babe just jumped right into school. Yes, we shared with my mother and father-in-law about how the morning went. And yes, they were also happy for how well things went. It just would have been nice to share with everyone.
As for the school and the Babe's teacher, I am very happy. I met with the school nurse and school principal separately, and a telephone conversation with her teacher, prior to the start of school. Medication was turned in, safety plans were put in place. We will all meet later this week to review everything. Everyone knows who the Babe is, and are doing their best to keep her safe. The Babe can concentrate on learning and making new friends, and just be.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Plunging into Action
I did something for the first time ever only for the love of my child. I used a plunger. Yes, not an exceptional act, but it was in a gas station bathroom. And it was before she even used it.
We drove to Washington, DC to meet friends who were visiting from Wisconsin. It's the first time I've ever driven there, as my husband had to work. Last time we had gone on a weekend and it took about two hours to get there. This time with our pit stop, road construction, and summer weekday traffic, it took us three hours.
But I digress. We were about twenty minutes into our ride, just hitting a more rural area, when the Babe suddenly had to go to the bathroom, and it was an urgent need. Within a few minutes, there was a motel coming up. Went into the office to find out there were no public restrooms. How rude when it was clearly a child in need, but fine, she directed us to a gas station across the way. Not a shiny new one, but again, kid in crisis. So on we go to the gas station. One semi-dingy bathroom inside with a stuffed toilet. And no, no other toilet available. The clerk didn't offer any assistance, so we went back in, and I used the plunger. The Babe was impressed. I'm glad I did it because she definitely needed to go. Fortunately it worked.
Eventually we made it to DC, and she got to see the ruby slippers again with her friends. I do love DC, but if I can avoid it, I'll let someone else do the driving. The driving itself was fine, it was navigating my way that was a bit of a challenge. Then again, next time I'll probably be better oriented, but it's always better with another adult. Plus, five and a half hours of driving round trip is exhausting for me. Again, worth it to see our friends and do something fun. The key things my daughter talked about from this trip were seeing me plunge a toilet, and visiting the gift shop. Just your average day.
We drove to Washington, DC to meet friends who were visiting from Wisconsin. It's the first time I've ever driven there, as my husband had to work. Last time we had gone on a weekend and it took about two hours to get there. This time with our pit stop, road construction, and summer weekday traffic, it took us three hours.
But I digress. We were about twenty minutes into our ride, just hitting a more rural area, when the Babe suddenly had to go to the bathroom, and it was an urgent need. Within a few minutes, there was a motel coming up. Went into the office to find out there were no public restrooms. How rude when it was clearly a child in need, but fine, she directed us to a gas station across the way. Not a shiny new one, but again, kid in crisis. So on we go to the gas station. One semi-dingy bathroom inside with a stuffed toilet. And no, no other toilet available. The clerk didn't offer any assistance, so we went back in, and I used the plunger. The Babe was impressed. I'm glad I did it because she definitely needed to go. Fortunately it worked.
Eventually we made it to DC, and she got to see the ruby slippers again with her friends. I do love DC, but if I can avoid it, I'll let someone else do the driving. The driving itself was fine, it was navigating my way that was a bit of a challenge. Then again, next time I'll probably be better oriented, but it's always better with another adult. Plus, five and a half hours of driving round trip is exhausting for me. Again, worth it to see our friends and do something fun. The key things my daughter talked about from this trip were seeing me plunge a toilet, and visiting the gift shop. Just your average day.
Friday, June 20, 2014
My father
My father unintentionally set high standards. By unintentional, I mean by how he led his life, and just by how he was. He was kind and nice, with rarely a mean thing to say. He had a unique sense of humor, and liked to tease- in a nice way.
By setting a standard, I knew what I wanted in a life partner. No, I was not a "Daddy's girl", nor was I looking for a replica of my father when I found my husband. However, things about my father that were worth seeking in others included his willingness to help. If something needed to be done, he did it. He was the man who washed sheets and towels, vacuumed, took out the garbage, cleaned the gutters, fixed sockets (which I never liked him dealing with electricity, because sometimes he didn't always think he needed to turn off the power while doing it), and just about whatever he thought he could do. He learned by watching his father try to fix things. He learned how to paint a room by watching his father and a family friend (yes, I know anyone can paint, but he always did a very neat, nice job). Speaking of neat, my father was very neat about his person. He always carried a nail file in his wallet, and had nicely shaped nails. He never liked his hair getting too long. Sometimes though his haircuts might be a tad short because he always enjoyed chatting up his barber. And he made sure to continue to go to the aging barber so that he had business.
Growing up, he was the first one up in the house. He was the one who made oatmeal or scrambled eggs (my mother would have if we waited for her to get up a little later). He was also the one who dealt with middle of the night stuff. He made something he called a "guggle muggle" for an upset tummy or bad cough (warmed milk with butter and sugar). It was initially gross, but then grew on you, and oddly enough, fixed the problem.
He loved music- to listen to it or sing it. He sang in choirs off and on for many years. I remember many Saturday afternoons having records playing. He would listen to any kind of music, although was fond of opera and classical. He also enjoyed gardens, gardening, and zoos.
My father was a high school biology teacher. During summer break, he would teach in a private school, so that we could afford a nice road trip at the end of summer. Although my mother would plan visits to museums and historical sights, the best times were the four of us in the hotel pool, or my father sitting poolside with a cigar (a cigar was a very rare thing).
My daughter would like to add her thoughts about her Grandpa. She remembers him for playing golf in our yard with her little playset. He showed her a good grip that she still uses. She remembers going to a few museums with him. He always loved to watch her build with her blocks, and was amazed at the details. She loved to perform for him, and he loved to watch.
My daughter remembers snuggling with him on the couch. I used to do the same. My Dad was a warm, loving family man. He will be missed.
By setting a standard, I knew what I wanted in a life partner. No, I was not a "Daddy's girl", nor was I looking for a replica of my father when I found my husband. However, things about my father that were worth seeking in others included his willingness to help. If something needed to be done, he did it. He was the man who washed sheets and towels, vacuumed, took out the garbage, cleaned the gutters, fixed sockets (which I never liked him dealing with electricity, because sometimes he didn't always think he needed to turn off the power while doing it), and just about whatever he thought he could do. He learned by watching his father try to fix things. He learned how to paint a room by watching his father and a family friend (yes, I know anyone can paint, but he always did a very neat, nice job). Speaking of neat, my father was very neat about his person. He always carried a nail file in his wallet, and had nicely shaped nails. He never liked his hair getting too long. Sometimes though his haircuts might be a tad short because he always enjoyed chatting up his barber. And he made sure to continue to go to the aging barber so that he had business.
Growing up, he was the first one up in the house. He was the one who made oatmeal or scrambled eggs (my mother would have if we waited for her to get up a little later). He was also the one who dealt with middle of the night stuff. He made something he called a "guggle muggle" for an upset tummy or bad cough (warmed milk with butter and sugar). It was initially gross, but then grew on you, and oddly enough, fixed the problem.
He loved music- to listen to it or sing it. He sang in choirs off and on for many years. I remember many Saturday afternoons having records playing. He would listen to any kind of music, although was fond of opera and classical. He also enjoyed gardens, gardening, and zoos.
My father was a high school biology teacher. During summer break, he would teach in a private school, so that we could afford a nice road trip at the end of summer. Although my mother would plan visits to museums and historical sights, the best times were the four of us in the hotel pool, or my father sitting poolside with a cigar (a cigar was a very rare thing).
My daughter would like to add her thoughts about her Grandpa. She remembers him for playing golf in our yard with her little playset. He showed her a good grip that she still uses. She remembers going to a few museums with him. He always loved to watch her build with her blocks, and was amazed at the details. She loved to perform for him, and he loved to watch.
My daughter remembers snuggling with him on the couch. I used to do the same. My Dad was a warm, loving family man. He will be missed.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Once again...
I don't want to write this. One week ago tonight we lost my father. This has been a horrible year for us. My daughter has lost two beloved grandparents in less than two months time. My mother has lost her husband, my sister and I have lost our father. He was a good man, a kind man, an exceptional man. No one has anything bad to say about him. Saying much more right now though is hard.
The most important thing to my father was family. He was a man of faith. He loved to sing. He loved to teach. He loved photography and nature. Nothing made him happier though then spending time with my mother, my sister, myself, or his grandchildren.
Now, we have to learn to live with another gap in our family tree. My husband and I should not have to sympathize with each other based on first-hand experience, but we do. We are both raw from our mutual losses. Hopefully the Babe can remember her grandparents well, with love and happy memories. She is only five, but right now has an amazing memory. I hope that helps her as she grows, she does not forget. Another day I will try to post happier thoughts. Right now though I will go and quietly reflect.
The most important thing to my father was family. He was a man of faith. He loved to sing. He loved to teach. He loved photography and nature. Nothing made him happier though then spending time with my mother, my sister, myself, or his grandchildren.
Now, we have to learn to live with another gap in our family tree. My husband and I should not have to sympathize with each other based on first-hand experience, but we do. We are both raw from our mutual losses. Hopefully the Babe can remember her grandparents well, with love and happy memories. She is only five, but right now has an amazing memory. I hope that helps her as she grows, she does not forget. Another day I will try to post happier thoughts. Right now though I will go and quietly reflect.
Monday, May 12, 2014
New Normal
Its always interesting the conversations you can have in the specialty aisles at the grocery store. Today, while just getting a few items, I had a lovely conversation with an older woman who has Celiac. We were comparing some of the snack and bread items available.
Anytime I see someone pondering a product or in search of something, I somehow become this social butterfly engaging random strangers in conversation. Granted, if they aren't responding, I back off. I don't want to be the weirdo in the grocery store. And, some of these conversations have also led me to meet others who might be that person. However, its rewarding to either give new information or share information. I had that a few months back at Barnes and Nobles while looking at some books in the cookbook section. An older woman was being shown the gluten free books by a clerk, and I was better able to direct her to what she was looking for (I had already seen it on the shelf). We started up a conversation, and before you knew it, I was able to give her some resources she wasn't aware of. It was such a rewarding feeling. So, for a day filled with errands and most likely limited human interaction, those few minutes sharing our experiences or findings become the highlight of my morning.
This food-aware community is growing, be it from allergies, sensitivities, or illness. You never know where or how you'll meet someone. My mammogram tech's high school aged daughter had a plethora of food allergies, and my new dentist's elementary school daughter has a few life-threatening allergies as well. You cannot escape this new reality. For our sake, hopefully this makes it easier as the Babe gets older. She won't be unique, and her situation will hopefully be seen as manageable to those around her. We will learn what is the new normal, grow, and accept it.
Anytime I see someone pondering a product or in search of something, I somehow become this social butterfly engaging random strangers in conversation. Granted, if they aren't responding, I back off. I don't want to be the weirdo in the grocery store. And, some of these conversations have also led me to meet others who might be that person. However, its rewarding to either give new information or share information. I had that a few months back at Barnes and Nobles while looking at some books in the cookbook section. An older woman was being shown the gluten free books by a clerk, and I was better able to direct her to what she was looking for (I had already seen it on the shelf). We started up a conversation, and before you knew it, I was able to give her some resources she wasn't aware of. It was such a rewarding feeling. So, for a day filled with errands and most likely limited human interaction, those few minutes sharing our experiences or findings become the highlight of my morning.
This food-aware community is growing, be it from allergies, sensitivities, or illness. You never know where or how you'll meet someone. My mammogram tech's high school aged daughter had a plethora of food allergies, and my new dentist's elementary school daughter has a few life-threatening allergies as well. You cannot escape this new reality. For our sake, hopefully this makes it easier as the Babe gets older. She won't be unique, and her situation will hopefully be seen as manageable to those around her. We will learn what is the new normal, grow, and accept it.
Friday, May 9, 2014
Morning Mood
The Babe is not a morning person. I may have mentioned that most mornings I get her dressed while she's mostly unconscious. She acknowledges me when I make her, but otherwise, she pretty much is sleeping through the process. Then she watches a show while she has some juice, goes to the bathroom, and then we're pretty much on our way. Today though was one of those days that had her whining and fussing. "Why are you rushing me? You know I'm not a morning person!" This out of the mouth of a five year old. She comes by this honestly, as my mother isn't and my grandfather wasn't much of a morning person. Granted, once she's in the car, the Babe generally snaps out of her morning snarky-ness (except today of course).
Today though she couldn't get past her mood. It was foggy outside, but that is still not an excuse. Lately she'll whine when she doesn't get her way, "This is the worst day ever!". Based on all our family health dramas, I hate when she says this. Today, I again told her how I dislike her saying that. You don't know what the day has in store, its only started. The fog will lift, she'll enjoy school, and if the day goes as planned, we'll be going to the kiddy pool. That does not bode for the "worst day ever". I reminded her how fortunate she is- she woke up in a comfortable bed, in a nice house, and had nice clean clothes to put on. I told her if she really felt it was the worst day, we could skip school and I could just lock her up in her room. Apparently she didn't like that option. Good thing, because that wasn't a real offer. See, Mommy can be snarky, too. However, I'm starting this day hoping for a good start to our weekend. Happy Mother's Day!
Today though she couldn't get past her mood. It was foggy outside, but that is still not an excuse. Lately she'll whine when she doesn't get her way, "This is the worst day ever!". Based on all our family health dramas, I hate when she says this. Today, I again told her how I dislike her saying that. You don't know what the day has in store, its only started. The fog will lift, she'll enjoy school, and if the day goes as planned, we'll be going to the kiddy pool. That does not bode for the "worst day ever". I reminded her how fortunate she is- she woke up in a comfortable bed, in a nice house, and had nice clean clothes to put on. I told her if she really felt it was the worst day, we could skip school and I could just lock her up in her room. Apparently she didn't like that option. Good thing, because that wasn't a real offer. See, Mommy can be snarky, too. However, I'm starting this day hoping for a good start to our weekend. Happy Mother's Day!
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Building blocks
The Babe has been in school since we moved in October. It's a private facility that is mostly childcare, ages 6 months to 6 years. They have a 4k group, and one kindergarten class. The kindergarten program is taught by a licensed educator with a Bachelor's degree in education. The Babe only goes part-time to the kindergarten class, as I pick her up before lunch is served. In the fall, she will be attending kindergarten in our local public school. Right now, she's learning sight words, working on penmanship, and other wonderful things. The afternoon focuses more on science and math, so she has less of that, but she does get some. Because she will be attending kindergarten next fall, our primary goal in this year's schooling was socialization. Everything else is a bonus.
Last night she decided to write a letter to her cousins. I did not get to read the letter, beyond her showing me her start of, "Dear Kasins". After she finished and put it in an envelope, she told me what she wrote. "Dear Cousins, I love you. I miss you. Love, __". As she was telling me the letter's contents, she told me where she had the greeting, the body, and the closing. I was highly impressed that she's already learned the format of a letter. There are these wonderful building blocks that she's learning at what seems an earlier age, but she gets it. I'm excited to see her educational development. As Dr. Seuss says, "Oh, the places you will go."
Last night she decided to write a letter to her cousins. I did not get to read the letter, beyond her showing me her start of, "Dear Kasins". After she finished and put it in an envelope, she told me what she wrote. "Dear Cousins, I love you. I miss you. Love, __". As she was telling me the letter's contents, she told me where she had the greeting, the body, and the closing. I was highly impressed that she's already learned the format of a letter. There are these wonderful building blocks that she's learning at what seems an earlier age, but she gets it. I'm excited to see her educational development. As Dr. Seuss says, "Oh, the places you will go."
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