I have to make a teal pumpkin

22 Oct

A couple weeks ago, a friend of mine posted about how she cried when kid-safe candy was found for her kids.  Another day on Facebook, a friend dealing with a very rare disorder shared the fears and frustrations of raising kids on a limited diet.  I remember when another friend’s son had his first anaphylactic reaction to peanut butter (the first time he tried it).

Needless to say, Halloween is a holiday that causes a bit of a panic attack to moms like them.  Moms who have to spend hours researching foods online, reading labels in stores, food prepping in the kitchen.

We’ve always been lucky in the food department.  Maura has no allergies, no food limitations, no food aversions.  She can eat whatever she want…well…that’s edible.  She enjoys a wide variety of foods, loves fresh fruit and eats her veggies happily.  I can place a full bag of candy in front of her and not have to pick through to weed out something that she might react badly too.

I am aware of how lucky we are, and aware that not everyone is in our shoes.

I will also admit, when I heard about The Teal Pumpkin Project, my first thought was “well dang, where am I supposed to find a teal pumpkin?”.  There was a moment of “I don’t want to have to do yet another extra thing…” in my head.  Which immediately left as soon as I went to buy Halloween candy.  I found myself doing my usual selection of variety packs of fun sized stuff, making sure there were plenty of nut-free options.  Then I started looking for non-food variety packs.  Because despite that momentary feeling of “not one more thing to do” that I had about finding a teal pumpkin, I knew that teal pumpkin or not, I could still have non-food selections.  Which I found in a huge pack of glow bracelets and necklaces (thank you Target).

Then I realized that I’m just going to have to have a teal pumpkin.  I can’t not do it.  Not when a friend on Facebook posts a link to the project with “Please do this!”.  Not when I’ve watched friends spend their kids childhoods making sure they eat safe foods.

So I’m going to make a teal pumpkin..  It’s going to be awesome.  My plan is to find a fake white pumpkin, paint it teal, then coat it in fabulous teal glitter so that sucker shines out into the night.

Because every kid should be able to enjoy Halloween.

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Day 5 of my captivity….

21 Oct

The jailer is in a good mood, probably because her form of torture is so very entertaining to her.  I did try to wrestle her away from the torture device only to lose. I can feel my brain slowly oozing out one ear.  I don’t know how much longer I can last….

Maura’s still sick.  Barely.  Just a slight temperature, but enough to keep her home.  She’s in a great mood, but the constant stream of “Dinosaur Train”, “Winx” and “The Rescuers” has erased any knowledge I gained in college.

We did go to the doctor yesterday, to make sure there wasn’t some underlying cause for the fever.  Ear infections and strep were ruled out, but there is a virus going around and it seems to have gotten hold of the girl.  This morning she still has a very slight temperature, which means yet another day home from school.

We’ve hit the phase of me going stir crazy and her well enough to be strong-willed.  I’m also saying ridiculous things like “No, we aren’t watching “Mulan” in Spanish.  You can’t speak Spanish because I can’t speak Spanish.”.

(Maura is into turning on the closed captioning, and knows how to change languages on Netflix.)

(And it’s nothing against the Spanish language.  But if the girl decides to speak it, I will need to learn it first.)

I’ve now decided that I really need to learn how to bi-locate.  This way, I can be home with the little sicko, but also run out and go grocery shopping, or write, or do something besides plot the demise of every whiny little dinosaur on that friggen dinosaur train.

 

No rest for the wicked

19 Oct

I had a lovely birthday week last week, with friends and wine and desserts and french toast and a pomegranate – but all that ended Friday afternoon.  That’s when I went from totally relaxed and feeling zen about life to Super Spidey Senses, Alert!

Of course it had to do with Maura.

Friday afternoon, I took her with me to the chiropractor (we’re hoping to get her used to how things work there so our chiropractor can work with her as well) and from the get-go, I felt something wasn’t right.  She was spacey in the car.  She was very quiet.  I tried to chalk it up to maybe she was tired, maybe she was nervous about being in a doctor’s office.  But at one point, she seemed twitchy and pale, but then a moment later was all “Ooo, I’m watching Magic School Bus on your phone, best thing ever!” perky.

I told the chiropractor that she might just be screwing with my head.  He laughed and said “Welcome to parenthood.”

She wasn’t.

We got home, she went and watched tv, all seemed well enough, I tried making evening plans with a friend, went to deal with something first…and found Maura laying on the couch, watching tv, complaining “Oh my head!”

Well shoot.

Took her temperature – 103.

And thus ended my plans for the weekend.  Instead of going out with a friend, I stayed home and cuddled Little Miss Feverish as she made four hundred demands on me (which is fine, I know she’s okay as long as she’s got an opinion.)  Friday night we put her to bed only for her to shiver at the cool blankets (which explained the earlier twitchiness, she was shivering…sigh..).  I got her settled.  She went to sleep.  I went to sleep.  I woke up at 5 am to peek in on her.  She was fine.  She slept in until 10 am, where we then transferred her back to the couch and demanded to watch “Winx”.  She vomited every so slightly, which is understandable – those long legged vapid “Winx” fairies make me slightly nauseated as well.  I hung out with her all day, watching my shows on my tablet with headphones and knitting while she watched her shows on my desktop. Every ten to fifteen minutes I stopped all my things to get up and meet a demand – tucking her back in, finding a different show for her, or trying to convince her that laying down would help her head stop hurting. And so the day went on. Eventually we tucked her back into her bed, where she went right to sleep.

Until 5 am this morning, when she did a belly flop onto our bed, right between us.

She was feeling vastly better.  It showed in her little perky wake up call as she crawled between us, elbowing us in the kidneys along the way.  Once she was certain we were awake, she decided to crawl back out of our bed, elbowing us in the kidneys again, and went back to her room to play.  Knowing we wouldn’t sleep because she could be wandering the house, Josh lured her back to our room with promises of a movie.  I found something for her to watch, and we tried to go back to sleep as she spent the next three hours elbowing us, poking her toes into my legs, using my hip as a pillow, elbowing me some more, stealing my blanket, poking her toes into me some more, trying to steal my blanket even more, and  taking over at least my side of the bed.  I’m not sure what she did to her father, but he’s probably equally as bruised up as I am.

Her temperature’s now only 99.5.  Just enough to probably keep her out of school tomorrow.  She is feeling great today.  The parental units are considering an iv hook up for their coffees and feeling like death warmed over spread thinly across toast.

Once, as an adult, I was re-reading the Little House series, and in the book where Laura gets pregnant, she wrote a line about how if you want to dance, you have to pay the piper, or something like that.  And I laughed, realizing what she meant.  But really, all of life is that like.  We dance, then we pay the piper.  No rest for the wicked.  There’s always something.  Those kids will screw with your head.  Welcome to parenthood.

Just tween enough to be slightly annoyed that I'm taking her picture, lol!

Just tween enough to be slightly annoyed that I’m taking her picture, lol!

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