Where has the time gone?

It's been three months since I posted here last. Mostly things have been good.

My daughter's Kindergarten teacher has been awesome about her food allergies, and another girl with nut allergies joined our Girl Scout troop, so now I'm not alone.

My son's progressive dairy challenge has been going so well that I think by July I will have to close this blog. It's been a wild ride. He finished up his baked dairy trial the last week of January, and we're on to cooked milk.

The end of this week he'll be doing straight melted cheese in a few foods. I have to admit that I'm still pretty scared. So far he's had milk, butter, and even cheese mixed into things baked, or cooked in a recipe. I will own up to the fact that the first time I sat and watched him like a hawk. It is very surreal to see him eating this stuff.

So, we'll be doing this until his 5th birthday in July, and then move on to regular milk, not-melted cheese, yogurt, ice cream, etc. Scary!!!

It's HIS dream

So, my son passed his baked in dairy challenge. I have not been here to post about it because he was diagnosed the day before the food challenge with Asperger's Syndrome, and it has been keeping me busy and throwing me for a loop.

Anyhow, now that he's passed he can have up to 1/4 cup of BAKED dairy per day. And he should be able to move up to 1/2 cup in October if everything goes well.

One of the foods that Dr. Wood suggested to us was original (not cheese flavor) Goldfish crackers. I cringed, I made a noise of protest, and Dr Wood looked at my son, then back at me and said "It's HIS dream."

Ok, now I'm a little emotional as I write, because I really shrugged it off and I didn't go out and buy the goldfish right away. I hate the little things. They're ground into waiting room carpets and slimed onto playground equipment in most of the developed world. They've turned my world, and my son's world, into a literal minefield every day for the last three years. And now I'm supposed to feed them to him?

I broke down and bought them yesterday. Dr. Wood's admonishment was tugging at my heart. Are some little fish shaped crackers REALLY my son's dream?

As it turns out, yes. They're his dream. I pulled them out of the cupboard 20 minutes ago and measured out exactly the serving he can eat. As I was doing that he saw them and started screaming "I LOVE THOSE CRACKERS!!!". He was jumping up and down. I served him his lunch with the side of fish-shaped crackers I've learned to hate, and he is in the kitchen right now swimming them through his plate and into his mouth as I sit at my desk listening, crying, and blogging about how my son has finally gotten to have one thing he's always wanted, always watched other kids eat, always wondered about. Tiny fish-shaped crackers.

Excuse me while I find my tissues *sniff*