Movin on up...

DS has completed the first step of his baked dairy challenge- home edition! We're now moving on to 1/2 cup baked dairy per day. What does this mean?

This means he may have cheddar goldfish. *shudder* He may have storebought items where a dairy ingredient is listed in the middle of the ingredients list. He may have up to three servings per day!

So that would be like, a serving of cheddar goldfish and two slices of break with whey in the middle of the ingredient list. Or two servings of cheddar goldfish and two pieces of bread with whey in the bottom 1/4 of the list.

If he does well at this, in FEBRUARY he can try MACARONI AND CHEESE OR PIZZA. (Or doritoes/cheese curls, lol!)

Ok, so I am excited, can you tell?

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*

Is it really that hard to care?

Today my daughter went to a salon party for her girl scout troop. Now, I'm aware we only started girl scouts a few months ago, but I have made it very well known that my daughter is allergic to peanuts.

Sensing some resistance to that, I always bring her food along, just in case. Well, the mother in charge of snacks for this party actually brought every peanut-containing snack *I* could personally think of, and I was pretty upset. Bakery items, cookies with Reese's pieces in them, pretzels make with peanut flour. The woman said "I remembered about her peanut allergy, so I skipped buying the peanut butter cookies." I wish she'd actually looked at what she was buying, but I can't expect that from anyone.

DD was really good about it, but I can tell you she wasn't happy that the only thing she could have that the other girls were having was Sunny D (which she didn't like, poor thing!).

I'm aware that life isn't fair, I'm aware that she needs to get used to being different. But it is still heartbreaking to see my daughter excluded.

So, I share with you the picture of my daughter, sitting at a seperate table with her home made lunch. E-mail me if you want to know where I got the lunch box from!