So, I sit here and sit here and sit here, thinking about my next post. You see, I’ve got no inspiration because I haven’t showered today and normally I spend the entire time in the shower mapping out blog posts in my head.
I think today is an update sort of day anyway.
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Gluten:
Amy and Isaac remain relatively gluten free, except for small incidents of trying to eat the dog food or standing in the horse pellets. I try to limit the chances they have of getting cross contaminated, so normally, they’re not allowed near the dog food/horse pellets.
We all know how my children listen though, don’t we?
Amy is slowly gaining weight again and is looking like a mostly healthy 3yo, instead of like a stick that moves and breathes and screeches with the breath of a thousand suns. She is also more settled, even as we discover more things that trigger her behavioural issues, even if they are supposedly gluten free.
(Hydrolysed wheat protein – gluten free because of the process, still turns her into a tiny little demon. Chupa Chups: Supposedly gluten free, as long as you don’t eat the cola ones, she still reacts to them. Barley sugar lollies: The colouring maybe? Who knows.)
Isaac – well, he’s all GF and his eczema has cleared up entirely. It’s great.
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Weaning:
Night weaning – SUCCESSFUL! This is me, now getting at least 6 hours sleep a night. Sure, it’s still broken sleep as occasionally he needs his bottle replacing, or a 2am snuggle, but generally, he is good until about 4am.
4am-6am is less than pleasant, although I am hoping he’s stopped that, as he slept until 8am this morning. WHEEE!
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Amy is obsessed with birthdays. She spends a lot of time walking around singing: Can I have a Birthday? Can I have a Birthday? Can I have a BIIIIIRTHDAY!
If you tell her her birthday isn’t for a while, she gets very sad and asks ‘But PLEASE can I have a birthday?’
Her manners are lovely. Until they’re not.
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The puppy, she’s only had one accident inside. Typical of me of course, I trod in it and was left stranded in the middle of the bedroom with dog poo stuck to the bottom of my foot. Hopping wasn’t an option.
I poked and prodded Nathan until he woke up and procured me baby wipes, so I could clean up enough to limp to the bathroom and scrub my foot with soap and hot water.
Shudder.
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Isaac still isn’t standing alone by himself. If I stand him up and then move my hands away, he can manage about 5 seconds before toppling over giggling, but he doesn’t stand alone by himself.
He does however, spend a lot of time standing on his head in a ‘downward dog’ yoga position. Rather cute, but still not walking.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not pushing for him to be walking and YES, I know he’ll do it in his own sweet time (please stop telling me that he’ll walk when he’s ready, I KNOW he will and it kind of annoys me that you assume I don’t understand that) and that he will be FINE.
He is FINE and he will walk when he is ready, but I am still watching him intently, waiting to see if he’s ready yet. Amy was standing unsupported at 11 months and actually took her first steps at 11 months too, although she didn’t walk until 15 months. Isaac, well, he doesn’t even want to use any of the walky toys we’ve got, let alone stand by himself when it’s not a ‘catch me Mummy!’ game.
He also toes out on one foot fairly badly and I wonder if this is affecting his balance. I shall talk to the physio when we see her next and see what she thinks.
You’re not meant to worry about how their feet and legs bend until they’re 2 at least, but knowing that we’re dealing with EDS, of course I’m worrying.
Amy toes in, from her hips and so do I, more so when we’re tired.
I wouldn’t be surprised to find that Isaac toes out because of the EDS.
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Gah, this was meant to be all tied together and coherent and normally I write better than this. But bleh. It’s Saturday.
How are you today? What snippets do you want to share?
Hell, write a post, link back, we’ll make Saturday a regular deal. If you want to of course.
