New York Botanical Gardens Train Show

This is still catch up, bear with me ;)

On one of the coldest days this winter, P and I (finally) ventured to the Train Show at the New York Botanical Gardens.  To avoid a frostbitten schlep from the sub stop, we took the big train north from Grand Central (and hit the little train show there, too.)  So the day was, officially, full of trains :)  

We'd heard it was beyond amazing.  We'd also heard it was beyond crowded in the afternoon and on weekends, so we had to go on the rare day the child was willing to leave the house before 2pm...  It paid off.  It was pretty empty and we lingered there for hours.

 After watching me snap pics during the first hour, the child decided to document his opinions and took over the camera for a bit.  I love watching his concentration and seeing what he is drawn to.

 The kid was seriously impressed.  So was I.  Everything used for construction came from natural materials.  It looked amazing and smelled divine.  And it was a shocking departure from the freezing outdoors :)

 He spent long hours, patiently waiting for trains to come through areas he particularly enjoyed.

 The trains even went over the raised bridges.

 P claimed this house as his favorite.  He knelt in front of it for forever, imagining we (and BB) were very small and lived there.  We jumped on the train that passed its front door.  We played on the rooftops.  The scenarios were long and lovely.

New York landmarks in bark.

Flashbacks

I like to stay on top of things.  Because once things start to slide... I start to get overwhelmed with the growing size of the issue and.... let it slide some more ;)  (This sums up the story of my life in college :))  Nowadays, I just try to stay on top.  Looking at my photo cache, reaching back to LAST Summer, I realize the "avoid" cycle is starting here on the blog...  So I'm just jumping in.  Gonna post pics and worry about details later.  Get my desktop clean and get back on top before the move and the baby back me up again....

Kansas Summer, on the banks of the creek (aka "crick" in Kansas:)

P's adoration for his Aunt runs very high and he was more than happy to show off for her in the pool...

The box house, from Cash and Maria, brought endless, endless hours of happiness to the child.

As did exploring the property...

And driving, at a very young age...

The fossil hunting on the rock wall is Out Of Sight.  We found some amazing fossils (shark's tooth in Kansas, anyone?) and painstakingly carved them out with, erm, precision...

P loves fishing with his Grandaddy (now that he's forsaken his vegetarian ways;)

We're going to miss Kansas this summer, busy moving cross country, settling in and having a baby and all.  It will be weird to not smell those grasses at all this year....  But, knowing Kansas' crazy weather, it'll still be green when we visit in November ;)

P's INDIE Dino Movie

The kid, in his self-made studio under our countertop table.  He goes into his little curtained off "room" and draws and glues and creates.  All. By. Himself.  Its a whole new world around here...

Speaking of.  I laid down to rest a few months ago and P busied himself with our camera while E did the dishes.  This is exactly what I was talking about when I said the kid is really growing up. While he's always been able to focus on something for hours, he didn't like to focus independently until the last six months or so....

The four or five different videos I later found on the camera prove he was entrenched in his own world for a good half of an hour.  This is HUGE for P ;)  And the organization of his film is pretty fun too...  (Click the link, mom, I had trouble getting the video to load onto blogger :)

And Baby Makes Four.

Both of my parents have sweetly inquired this week if, indeed, I still keep a blog...  And now, today, I'm stuck in bed with my first cold all winter, feeling pathetic and unable to do anything... but blog :)  Flipping through my photos to get an idea of where I left off, I was shocked at how much my hiatus has missed...  holiday fun, a trip to Florida, visits from family, the daily hilarity of a six year old and, well, the big news ;)

Which, since we're just a few weeks from the half-way point, makes the big news mostly old news... But since E and I only personally told about three people, there could be one or two humans on earth my mother has yet to illuminate :)

P is, after many years of requests, going to be a big brother (to more than a pink monster:).  He hopes beyond hope that he will be a big brother to a little sister (the other possibility has already been lovingly dubbed "dog poo" by our upright first-born) and has big plans for pink and dresses.  Oy ;)

That's right.  The child is excited.  When he found out, just moments after his shocked mother, he took to bed bouncing of the highest degree, while happily chanting "Mama's having a baby, I'm going to be a big brother!  Mama's having a baby, I'm going to be a big brother!"  He wants to tell everyone (much like my mother!) and often tells the same friends, again, each time he sees them.  As this doesn't seem to fully fulfill the need, he has also told each and every one of his stuffed toys his joyous news, requiring surprise and confusion, followed by happiness, as their scripted reactions.  hehe.

I won't lie.  The first few months were rough.  Imagine a horrible stomach flu, all day and all night, for a little over two months straight.  The kind where someone even saying the word "chicken" makes you gag.  Yah.  The kid was a trooper, though.  Of course, it helped that I wasn't up to leaving the house much (what?  a staycation??  That's the kid's dream world!!!) and could only occasionally stomach basic starches, salad or  fruit (two of those being the kid's faves;)  E was a trooper too.  He went from being fed a diet perfect for his body type (finally, after almost killing him for 20 years with ethical vegetarianism...;) and sent homemade lunches... to eating whatever he could scrounge from the fridge (that I couldn't stand to even open) and canned fish, daily.  In the other room.  With the door between us closed.  And having to brush his teeth before he spoke to me :)

The other "fun" in the first trimester were the doctors/midwives we've seen, all of whom were more than a little impressed with our ability to conceive (cancer and old age aren't super fertility markers, apparently;)  Which left me rather jumpy for the first four months.  Only now, with the steady thrumming baby bumps in my burgeoning belly is this starting to seem even semi-real.

The child, on the other hand, hasn't had any problem accepting his new reality.  Not wanting his 4 years of hopeful baby anticipation to bring on too much devastation if things didn't end favorably, I kept kinda quiet on the subject.  This did not stop the child.  Apparently, he thinks about the baby All. The Time.  "I made you this sandwich, Mama.  That half is for you, that half is for the baby."  "Will my baby love the cat?  Will the cat love my baby?"  "I'm going to teach my baby how to spell Phoenix."  And, one of my faves so far, "Will the baby have a nanny or a babysitter... or will it spend the day with us?"  Heheh.

But the hardest question, so far, came just a week or so into the ordeal.  He had already said how excited he was to share BB with his baby, so I was feeling pretty good about the sharing, sibling love bit, until....   "Mama, if one of us had to die, the baby or I, who would you choose?"  Erm....  As I dodged an answer, thinking as quickly as possible, he made it more intense.   "No, Mama.  No.  If you had to pick either the baby or I to die or else everyone else on Earth would die, who would you pick?"

Yeesh.  So, maybe there will be some issues ;)

But the truth is, we've waited so long in hopes that whatever issues there are, they won't totally overwhelm us.  Cuz this kid, he likes his attention ;)  Like two nights ago.  We had just received some paperwork that had to be done that night.  As E and I focused on our papers, the child bounced around trying to hedge in on the process.  It was late, we all needed to go to bed, but the circumstances were what they were.  The child was asked to busy himself elsewhere.  As I filled in my lines the child, lying on the bed behind me, sighed and muttered to himself. "I'm tired. And I want some Attention."  

Oy :)  Yah, we've all heard the stories of the toddler that tries to suffocate the newborn.  And we knew we weren't interested in that sort of a battle.  

And then he grew up, so much.  He would stay with others on occasion.  Didn't freak if I turned a corner without him.  Or showered.  He didn't need to be carried (well, sometimes he still thought so, but coming onto half my size nixed that one;)   He slept better, truly fed himself (as in, could make his own sandwich even, not that he didn't prefer being served;), dressed himself, chose to sleep in his own bed...  Sure, we were still busy with him from the moment we woke up until the moment he went to bed 14 hours later... but the intensity of need had changed.  E and I started having mini-chats.  Being able to hold hands while we walked down the sidewalk and the child skipped ahead.  We even went out a couple of times for tea or dinner, without the child, while he played with Tom, the neighbor boy.  It was revolutionary.

This could have been our big turning moment.  The freedom would just keep building.  And we told ourselves he was happy as an only, despite his constant baby requests.  And we told ourselves we were happy with one, despite the constant discussion that we never seemed to put to rest.

And then one day while chatting, my mom mentioned that she had thought about having another kid after my baby brother.  And I was shocked at my emotional response.  The thought of having another sibling made me So Happy (yah, I've got three in my family and 6 more in E's that are just like siblings for me, so its not like I was deprived or anything ;)  Well, that ship has long since sailed, but it sealed this ship's fate.  If, after knowing the joys and bonks of having three brothers I could still get that jazzed by the thought of having another in my life, well...  I totally understood why our child was so persistent in his request.  And, of course, my clock was gonging, loudly ;)

And so to bed went the worries.  The concerns for the environment, overpopulation, first-world consumption, the guilt over the selfishness of procreating.  Also to bed went the worries of time, energy, sleep, freedom, money and marital health ;)  And the whole host of worries about how the kid would handle it.  Call it callous.  Call it cavalier.  Call it crazy.  But after all, what were the chances we'd conceive anyway??  Couldn't hurt to try ;)

Ha.  

And so we happily await "the baby."  And plan a move across the United States.  The child is taking the changes in stride, so far.... ;)  

Learning

Phoenix, attempting to understand weight and the kitchen scale our sweet neighbors gave us.  You can imagine the iterations the floor ad scale saw that evening ;)

P's getting older, social expectations of his learning curve are rearing their heads these days.  He doesn't seem bothered by them, yet ;)  So, of course I love reading ("scientific") articles like this one about how kids learn.  Anything validating something you're doing is a hand's down fave ;)  Check it out - its short and sweet!

A-holes

"Most single moms are very poor, under-educated, can't get a job, and if it weren't for government assistance, their kids would be starving to death."


On behalf of the amazing single mums I know, some of them even homeschooling by day, working from home in the evenings... I wanted to take a quick minute to blast the Fox news pundit Huckabee as idiot extraordinaire.  While I truly believe the world would be a better place without Fox news, I know for sure it would be a better place without idiot white guys who grow up clueless (and thinking everyone is busy with Boy Scouts just like them - oooo, did I just stereotype? Shame on me ;) and then proliferate "stereotyping" bullshit.  Ahem.  Its, um, not the '50's anymore.  Mr. Huckabee, welcome to the rest of the world, it isn't what you think...   


Here's hoping for a world free of close-minded prejudices, in P's lifetime.  Hey, a girl can dream :)


And sorry for going all poli on the blog.  A line I try not to cross.  But come on!  For real?!?!? 

Lullabyes

The child is obsessed with the cat.  I can't tell if we're adding years to her life, or taking them away at this point...

A few days ago, he had played with her so continuously all morning that she was exhausted.  Even the child noticed.  He thought I should hold her for a nap.  I was making lunch.  So he decided to put her to bed.  Under the covers.  Surrounded by his mouse collection (both hand sewn and garnered from the pet store around the corner), while singing his favorite song (the instrumental theme song to Harry Potter) and simultaneously blasting it beside her from the computer.  As he came to lunch, he pulled the door, quietly, shut, so she could get some shut eye.  "She really looked exhausted, Mama."  Gee, I wonder why.... ;)

Domo Arigato

After months of darting glances and gentle touches, the child could no longer resist trying on a robot costume kept in a buddy's bathroom.

Sublime at six

Seems there are a lot of surprises at six.  Larger, louder movements.  Powerful passions.  Constant problem solving.  And big questions and theories.  And even some moments of independent invention.  The child was gone into the bathroom for just a few minutes the other day.  Later, when I walked in, well, up there's what I found, after he, apparently, found my packet of headbands :)  Hearing me, he called to me from the other room, "Mama, what are you laughing about in there?"  Hehe.

Then, yesterday, as he dangled and danced in his swing, he pondered, stuff.  "I would rather you die than I die, Mama.  (Pause.)  But if you hadn't ever been, then I wouldn't be.....  (Pause.) If Grams hadn't been, I wouldn't be.  If her Grams hadn't ever been... I wouldn't be!  If Grandpapa hadn't of been, I wouldn't be!  If Grams' great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great Grama hadn't have ever been, I wouldn't be....  (Long Pause) Mama, is everyone related?  Do we all come from just two people?  Did everyone start by just one Grams and one Gramps?"  I thought this was pretty deep shit for someone untouched by the whole Adam and Eve theory. After all, washing dishes while he worked through it all, I'd ventured nothing further upstairs than whether or not I should get a new sponge...

And the curiosity.  Today, as he turned off the lamp, he just sat there for a minute, sloppy grin, true appreciation.  Then, "Mama, isn't it amazing!  How do they trap sunlight in that lightbulb?  Its amazing it can do that..."

Then, tonight, E, the PC guy, was trying to figure something out on the Mac.  He muttered, "How do I get a menu here...."  The child, sitting nearby, innocently responded, "Order a pizza?"

Six.  Love it.

Still snowy...

Wow.  This winter is serious.  The child feels no need to exit the house.  It seems the cold has soaked into our bones.  The chilly top floor flat may have something to do with it ;)  He is laying in his bed now, waiting to drift off, murmuring, "Its so good to be home.  I love being at home..."   Umm, no, we didn't even leave the house today...  I'm not sure what is inspiring his night-time dedications :)

But he can be occasionally lured outside.

Yah, it even feels a little pathetic to me.  Climbing over the trash heaps to play in the snow...  I love Brooklyn and all, but ;)  (Fortunately, the child knows no difference!)  We were en route to book club and he kept flouncing down into the fresh snow.  The joy and simplicity of being six is simply gorgeous to behold.  I will seriously miss it.

But, if the motherly guilt (about the dirty snow and even dirtier looks from passers-by) gets to be too much, at least there can be the occasional (official) Snow Day that takes the child and his Aunt to the park.  Yay!!!

Entering the winter wonderland...

Racing through the snow filled forest...

The building of the first snow-man.  And Igloo.  And second snow-man...

Logically followed by... the burying of the Aunt.  The donning of a stick belly-button and... the energetic flopping on of said Aunt...  Logically.  Can you spell c-h-a-m-p?

No snow play day is fully formed without attempting to force the Aunt into the Igloo...  After (an impressive) relocation of the snow-man, I might add.

This was all a bit ago (though the snow still stands piled by the stoop), and the child, who had no interest in ever,  never, ever leaving the park that day, has yet to acquiesce to another trip in...  At least the snow will still be there when he's ready ;)

The bounty of Xmas...

P has had "robotic dinosaur" on his wish list for two years.  You can't even imagine how tickled I was when I found this wooden puzzle R/C T-rex last December.  I believe I squealed.

Because he loves putting together these 3-D wooden puzzles.  One that walks and roars too?  Forgettaboutit.  But....  It took us a while to get it together (so many projects, so little time;)  And then the batteries weren't quite charged, and then the leg wasn't put together correctly...  And then the whole thing finally came together today.  Powerful batteries, a ferocious roar, the whole nine yards.  The child immediately set up BB's chateau for the attack he has now envisioned for two years.

And thanks to fantastic holiday presents, the onslaught was even more lovely than it would have been before.  The ever amazing Aunt Alicia hand-sewed two monster dolls for P's BB family (because, what is a monster clan without an Aunt and Uncle?!?!)  They happily reside in BB's chateau, as P wishes his Aunt and Uncle would reside in ours ;)  Then, Uncle Ian gave P some bendable sculptey.  Whalah!  We now have a BB that can stand on his own two feet, and even wave his monster arms a bit.  And so the final show-down occurred, with lots of roaring and pleading and cackling...

Funny Faces, minus a tooth.

Its the beginning of the end...  He's lost his first baby tooth!  It was loose for about a week and he worked it pretty regularly.  Then, as I brushed my teeth and E laid in bed, the child pulled it, all by himself, sitting in his little studio.  After proudly showing us both, he declared that he didn't want it to go to the Tooth Fairy.  He wanted to keep it.  Apparently, he built a house for it.  I haven't seen this special abode, but I've heard him tell his grandparents this ;)  Hopefully, it won't pop up somewhere too unexpected when I'm cleaning...

The shape of his mouth isn't the only thing aging these days.  The words coming out of it seem to be, too.  We went for tea last week while he played with Tom (his sweet little 13 year old friend next door, a gem of a baby sitter).  As E saw Tom out, the cute kid reported that the Little Man had uttered "shit" when he dropped something....

We hadn't thought to tell him that this isn't normal kid fare :)  He says it regularly and we hadn't really thought much of it.  So we had to share the culture's general guidelines with the kid before bed that night ;)  He, of course, thought it sounded like a silly double standard, but seemed interested in keeping the general peace.  I guess we'll see...

And then, this morning, as I flipped pancakes I heard him exclaim, "For God Pete's loving sakeness!"  Hehehe.  Didn't quite get those two right, but I really, really enjoyed them as a combo....

The Christmas Story: A Pogo Stick

Sweet P, Christmas morning, digging the magnetic darts from Uncle Greg....

(Pretend its just late December...)

So, the Little Man had a lovely holiday season.  He wrote a lengthy letter to Santa this year, with detailed descriptions of his desires:

A dog.

A mouse for his cat (Danda).

A car.  A real car.  That goes invisible and can drive on the city streets.  And can morph into a submarine.  It should have a special seat for his cat (and future dog) and a nice little spot for his cat's mouse.

In desperation, I asked if there were any items, something typically found in an elves' workshops, say?

Oh, yeah.  He wanted a Pogo Stick.  But one that bounces better than the grown-up kinds.  

Phew ;)

So, the child left out cookies and milk under his over-decorated ficus tree.  And awoke to find a pogo stick.  

In a definite detour from Christmases past, he didn't try and pry the Santa story wide open.  Perhaps he felt my new determination to lie through my teeth for the greater good.  After declaring last year that he wanted to believe, I was sure the hell going to make good on that this year.  And, as I actually tossed those cookies in the trash and the soury-warm milk down the drain, it was not a complete lie when I promised I had not been the one to eat the cookies and drink the milk....

Granted, a Pogo Stick is not the world's wisest gift to a child residing in a fourth floor flat....  But, as we have the world's kindest neighbors, they indulged the child in an afternoon of thunderous practicing.  The subsequent snow-storm has derailed his hopping hopes, but come this spring, he'll be ready...

His comment at the end of this video seriously cracks me up.  Talk about a positive freakin' outlook....  "Didn't quite make it..."

That night, Seth and Alicia joined us for a low-key dinner (the full family fandango being the following night) and play.   The child was, as always, in heaven with them.  My camera battery died pretty immediately, and the phone couldn't handle the low-light, but I loved watching P and Seth play at human jungle gyms.... After, of course, bow-hunting BB....

The Last Two Weeks

The Little Man, hunkered down for his long winter's nap....

Just a quick catch-up on the last two weeks...  (Next week is my bday and I'm going to luxuriate on my butt for an hour and get through the holiday pics... who knows, maybe I'll even finish our summer vacation stuff too!  I will not clean during my free time, I will not clean during my free time, I will not.... well... ;)

So, the beginning of the elimination diet was really hard for the kid.  His die-off symptoms were pretty severe for the first week and we just lolled around the house doing projects and cuddling.  He didn't even want to sled.

I was finally able to woo him outdoors for a late afternoon walk one day... that ended up lasting forever ;)  Hard to get out, hard to get in....  It was beyond dark and E was curious by the time we peeled off our layers...  

But this made the child remember that he hates the cold... So back in we were for a few more days ;)  Honestly, though I'd never admit it in front of the child (lest we have to truly hibernate for months), all of those layers and the cold, well.  Expletives come to mind.  Visually, I adore the snow.  The story stops there.  Give me warm and wet with little clothing binding my freedom to funk and I'm the world's happiest girl...  The child echoes these sentiments, unspoken expletives and all :)  So, he spent days on end playing in his rice bin and spinning in his swing.

The next leg of our house arrest ended with a trip to the AMNH.  It was warm there :)  Though the two block walk to the subway.... well.  It was warm inside.  And P was giddy to see his good friends. He had chosen to skip the Rockefeller Center tree this year (for the first time) and was thrilled with the (warm) origami substitute at the museum.  Plus, there were no crowds ;)

Back in for a few... and then out for book club!  We're reading The Tale of Despereaux.  P (and I;) fell (hard) in love with DiCamillo's writing through the Mercy Watson series.  And this new book does. not. disappoint. Neither does book club ;)  The kids get along so freaking well it surprises me every time.  And one of the girls is a crafting queen, so P just sidles up next to her sweet face and they happily create for hours.  The Little Man started a discussion about villains and their purpose in a book, and the kids responded (after a fascinating conversation) with personal pictures of villains.  So. Much. Fun.

Even his wrist band had him almost in tears....

In for many more .... and then out for ice skating!  The kid was psyched to skate.  He'd really enjoyed it on the chintzy plastic rink last year at AMNH (and picked it up fast too).  Well.  Granted, he'd just upped his probiotics and moaned on the way there that he was having some bad die-off, but...  Oh, bad mommy.  We stepped out onto the ice and the kid was like a Charlie Chaplin movie.  His feet were slipping out from under his little butt so fast it was cartoon-like.  I was holding him up to give him a chance, but after a certain period of time, the sheer ridiculousness of the visual (his little legs slipping at the speed of light) proved to much for me and I was laughing so hard I could hardly stand up.  Bad Mommy.  But, honestly, if you had seen us, you would have been beating the ice with your hands and knees it was so funny.

I was laughing silently, of course (I'm not that bad ;)  And I was the picture of patience as he grumped his bruised butt around the rink.  But the music was l.o.u.d.  And the teenagers were f.a.s.t.  And the kid was m.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e.  You know the face.  When they're so tired and frustrated the pucker gets pinched and if they were just a few years younger the geysers would gush.  So we had a snack :)

Then the zamboni came, to the delight of children everywhere, and he and his buddies were ready to head home.  He, once again, swore off all things ice related that day.  Except for the partially frozen fountain.  Which he quite approved of.

Obviously, back in for a bit ;)  Pulling back on the probiotics to lesson the die-off helped a great deal.  I have been shocked at how pleasant the child (ice skating ordeal aside;) has been.  Could be developmentally appropriate, could be thanks to eliminating so many problem foods and being so freaking careful.  Who knows, really.  But he's been quite close to an angel at home, greatly making up for my craggy die-off bitch phase....  He's also been eating like a super champ.  Come to find out, if all shitty food is removed from a child's diet, they'll eat the healthy food in ridiculous quantities.  I mean, P's always been a fun eater, and will even choose tomatoes over candy, but there's so much more room for nutrition now that the chocolate and bread are gone.  He's shoveling in seeming gallons of 24 hour homemade yogurt, soft boiled eggs, avocados...  And after swearing off hamburgers when I was 8, I shocked my entire family by cooking them for dinner the other night.  The child ate his with relish (not literal, it was fermented pickles, raw cheddar, mustard, avocado, tomato and lettuce for him;)  Then, tonight, we had tomato sauce with beef meatballs over spaghettis squash.  And the kid ate an enormous helping, meatballs and all.  Yummy, yes, guilt and nightmare inducing for the natural vegetarian, yes...  There's so much to these decisions, its literally gut-wrenching, but the boys are flourishing...

Then the kid came up with the best project.  We would make turtles out of the fabulous clay Uncle Ian gave the child.  They would be stacking turtles.  Like a game.  And an owl would be the top player.  It all came from a picture we made when we were lolling in his newly minted "studio" he carefully crafted under our island table (its sheeted off, has a little desk and recycling can and everything.  Its kinda precious ;)  It all turned out so cute, I wish I'd caught a more careful phone pic...

Then, it was back out again.  The day after the last big snow.  His best buds, who live on the opposite side of the park, invited the kid over to see their igloo.  After little outside exercise, the child set out, marching through knee high snow.  For two hours.  I kid you not.  It took us TWO HOURS to get there.  Walking.  In the snow.  I wasn't a particularly happy camper, so you can BET the kid was less than tickled.  But on he trudged.  Walking, without being carried, still being a bit of a sore-spot for the child.

 There were a few, dramatic, breaks.  But this is something I love about the child.  He doesn't take his drama too very seriously.  I snapped the one above just a second before the one below.  The only thing that changed?  I grinned at him between them.  He really can't commit to being pissy too often.  He just had to let out a wry smile.

After this little schlep, the child swore off winters for the rest of eternity.  But we always have the rice bin. And the swing ;)  And all of the projects....

GMO

That's two blog posts with acronyms for titles.  The child is having a hard time with acronyms, as an aside.  At any rate.  Just wanted to toss up this fascinating tidbit.  We're outside of the CNN loop, so I don't know if this is reported everywhere or stymied by the big corps (am betting big bucks on the latter) - but you gotta take a gander at this short little blog post.  Apparently, animals won't eat GMO's.  Seriously.  Take a peek.

And then change your shopping list ;)

GAPS

(Yah, I don't typically do food talk here.  And definitely don't do food photos (with the freakin phone, to boot) but this was So Big for P, it deserves a spot... Featured above, our homemade cheese.)

Ahhh, so behind.  I'm still planning on getting the rest of our trip pics up (yah, from last summer!)  And I definitely want to get to the holidays, because some of the family balloon blowing pics are priceless.  (Yah, Seth, I'm talking about your face here :)


But the big changes first.  The day after the Christmas holidays we started a crazy, gut fixing diet.  Which has consumed my every waking moment for the last few weeks (result?  shitty blogger).  If I'm not up in the kitchen till 1 in the morning, I'm reading the science behind it and trying to figure it all out.  Its something we read about a year or so ago.  Tossed around for a bit.  And finally decided to implement.

It was going to just be Ethan.  A few weekends ago, while we were seriously discussing it, the Little Man was mysteriously short on interruptions (my pet peeve of late, never getting to finish a thought to Ethan.  Repeat Mantra: The child is only young for a while, he is only young for a while....)

At any rate.  The kid was cutting paper, without having us pause our parental musings.  So we dug into the diet info and E decided he was game.  (I mean, he can't really feel much worse on a day to day basis.  And eating most anything makes him feel like shit, so it seemed like an easy gamble to try and straighten out his gut flora and see...)

Then the Little Man jumped in.  "I wanna do the Gaps too."

Ummmmmmmmmm.....

Its not that kids don't.  They do.  Lots of them.  With great results.  Its not that I don't think it would help P tons.  Its that it starts out reeeeeally restrictive, broadens slightly and then broadens again, but still remains, well, restrictive.   Healthfully so, but definitely not featuring Newman's Minty O's.

I informed him of this fact.  He said he'd do almost anything if it has a good chance of healing his food intolerances.  Which have been growing (now including mango and pineapple and chicory and ....)  He was adamant.  He'd heard the babble and wanted to follow the book.  Period.

So we jumped in, all three of us.  Well, jumping would be easy.  We read the entire book, the history, the theory, the science.  We lugged (ok, E lugged) home tons of groceries and we cooked.  And cooked. And cleaned.  And cooked.  And cleaned.  And, well, you get the idea.  And we waited for miraculous good health (that is supposed to take, oh, about a year and a half to happen ;) No, not a quick fix ;)

I assumed E would be ill the first week.  Die-off being pretty miserable for everyone in the highly restrictive beginning.  I also assumed it would be cake for P, since the intro included his current fave foods, eaten multiple times a day:  Fermented pickles, saurkraut, chicken broth, boiled chicken/turkey, and veggie soup made with said broth.

And he was fairly content the first day.  Except for the sugar cravings.  Which just about did him in. He had tiny licks of raw honey a few times to get him through.  There was quite a bit of (uncharacteristic, I hate to even type the word, but...) whining.  The next morning, he woke up puking.

And was ill from die-off allllll day.  He even slept. Mid day.  While we chatted around him.  And cooked and banged next to him.  He was ill the next day too.

Lest you think we are doing something scary or starving the sweet babe, go read the book.  Or the website.  Its all good, promise :)

But the nasties in his gut weren't happy, and they reeked havoc on his little body.  E and I were dizzy and faint with die-off, but (possibly because our typical diet contains much less, erm, sugar than his...) we were managing our brain fog decently (Brain-fog being E's constant state and all:).  The kid, he was pissed. After puking up his favorite foods a few times, they were no longer his faves ;)  And he had very few options left on the first few days of intro.  Thank the stars we quickly added eggs and yogurt.  It was like he grabbed a life-line, leaving his former loves behind with a nasty smirk, he consumed more eggs and yogurt than an army.  Then it got a little better, and a little better.  And the detoxing Epsom Salt baths made it even better.

But, honestly, the road has been much harder than I imagined (such is life..).  I knew his gut was messed up (thus the food allergies) but jeez.  And then, of course, was the tricky subject of limits and restrictions.  We talked a good deal about what those would look like, before undertaking this little endeavor, and the kid was all game.  In the middle of cravings and a pissed system, determination went right out the window.  E and I whispered into the night, should we listen to his guilty gut and give in or help him through the rough spot?  We knew his intent, his hopes, his peanut filled dreams.  We also knew how his diet had been deteriorating in the last year .  This formerly fab eater was reacting to more and more foods, more and more additives and it was sad.  He was becoming a much more restrictive eater too, which wasn't natural for him.  I also loathed the idea of cooking him separate meals every day.  And the disappointment he would have when E is better in the future (my typos to gawd's ears) and he, would not be.

So, it was hard, but we stuck to the plan.  Thank the stars above.  Now, over a week into it, the story is totally different.

(The kid loves making the morning veggie juice.  The peeling, the cutting, the juicer whirring.  Silly kid, he seriously loves it.)

He's drinking broth again.  And happy with his roasted chicken now, too.  We're nearing the end of intro, and this means more interesting foods and an absolutely ecstatic child.  He jumped for joy today for our simple tomato soup.  He swoons over asparagus spears for snacks.  Begs for sauteed mushrooms in broth and yogurt for lunch.  Consumes yogurt and eggs like the hungriest of carnivores.  Hasn't needed a titch of honey in days.  And went on two grocery runs this week without even glancing at the chocolates.  (For real.  He has a cabinet full of snacks and sweets and he hasn't, not even once, opened it and pined.  Granted, its only been a week... But I'd swear the hard part is behind us.  Hopefully, desserts made with seeds and honey are just a few weeks away...)

Moral of the story for me:  I'm all for listening to my kid.  Letting him listen to his body so it can show him what he needs (as I've yammered about in endless posts).  But when modern food fucks it all up (alongside antibiotics), well.  I'm really, really glad we helped him stick with his larger goal when he needed the support.  And even more glad that it was his goal.  Because I'm sure that's what has made all of the difference.  

What I'm not especially glad about, is how hard it is to cook for this diet.  I'm still getting used to the whole consuming of animals business. And now our grains are out, and that's been my staple for the last 20 years!  And everything is from scratch.  I mean, we did scratch before, but this is s.c.r.a.t.c.h.  Like, we made our own cheese today.  Thrilling for the child, who was flashing back to Little House in the Big Woods as he watched the whey drip out the cheesecloth lining.  But this is definitely an added step.  To make our crackers (to go with said cheese) I had to start days ago.  First, to soak the seeds overnight, then, to dehydrate the seeds overnight.  Then, to grind the seeds....  

But its going to be worth it.  To really determine his food intolerances, give his gut a chance to heal and then reaccept those foods.  Not to mention the simplicity it will eventually involve, once all of these new methods become status quo.  Not to even mention if Ethan, holy schmoly, can eat without narcolepsy ;)  

Until that far distant time, I'll look to the immediate pleasures, like the kid is.  He's super psyched for tomorrow.  He gets acorn squash sunflower seed cakes for breakfast.  And our salsa, that's been fermenting on the cabinet for the last two days, will finally be done, to be eaten with our zucchini and chard chips, chillin' in the dehydrator, getting their crisp on through the night.... (Yah, mom, I can hear you gagging all the way up here ;)  

Bad news...

I was in a deeeeeep sleep, early this morning, when I felt P's little finger tapping me.  And his voice saying something.  Its too early for him to tap me.  What is he saying?  Can I just "mmhmm" and zonk again, or will this require a real response....  Shoot, wake up enough to listen, woman.  Nah, I bet its a dream, I bet I can just mmhmm...  Slipping back to sleep now...  Wait, does he sound muffled?  He sounds kinda muffled...

"Mama, Mama.  I have some really bad news...." (Ahh, probably a bad dream, just mmhmm and pat him.  Hand starts reaching...) "I think I'm going to throw up...."

D'oh!  Eyes peeling open, child in focus, his hands grasped over his little mouth, (I thought he sounded muffled), his eyes Very Wide...  Must prepare a response and

BLECH.  Right on me.

Yup.  He was right.  He had to throw up.

But his little pre-puke speech had me grinning all the upchuck long day :)