Thursday, October 30, 2008
After nearly two years of dealing with severe GERD, more medication than you could imagine, and a long time of just not knowing what was going on, we finally decided to take him to the allergist to determine, once and for all, if he was allergic to any foods.
This decision was not made lightly, as I had heard horror stories from friends about all the scratch test they do on the back. I don't think it "hurts" per se, but it certainly isn't comfortable, and little ones usually don't like it very much. There was also the possibility of them having to do some trans dermal tests (like that awful TB test where they shoot liquid in your arm and it bubbles up). I've had that before, and that one DID really hurt.
So, after discussing our worries with the doctor, she had him tested for 10 different food allergies, and several common environmental ones. The results?? ALL NEGATIVE!!! He didn't react to a single thing, not even slightly. And, to give my little guy some credit, he didn't cry one time. He said "ouch" when they pressed the panels to his back, squirmed a little, looked like he might cry, but that was it. The hardest part was not letting him touch his back during the test.
While we are thrilled that he isn't allergic, I am fairly certain that there are some foods to which he is still intolerant. Unfortunately, there is no test for this, so we'll just have to do some trials on our own. But we are very thankful that we don't really have to worry about what he eats. The doctor did say she wanted us to wait until he is 3 to do peanuts or tree nuts, and she fully expected him to develop environmental allergies as he got older.
The skin rash that he has on his arms and legs has also had us worried, but she identified it as a "cousin to eczema," but not likely a reaction to anything he's eating. So, she gave us some new cream to try.
She also talked with Shawn about his bee and wasp allergies and really encouraged him to start coming in for shots because they have great success desensitizing people to that. This would mean that Shawn wouldn't have to carry that Epi pen around anymore, and he could breathe easier during those warm months.
So, all in all, a good day. Ben is a healthy boy!!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Here she is singing one of the Halloween songs she learned at preschool this week - "Them Bones." Destined for the Vegas stage? Um . . . I think not.
And here she is joined by her brother for a lively recitation of the ever popular Halloween poem, "Five Little Pumpkins."
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Ben had had enough of the endless cornstalks after about 20 minutes, so Shawn took him to play games while Claire and I continued to hunt for the remaining stamps to fill our chart. We found them all and even managed to find our way out again.
They had a cornstalk village built around a mock campfire. Ben peeked inside one of the cornstalk tee pees and said, "ew, too sfooky (spooky)."
Here Claire is attempted to race her rubber duckie by pouring water down the slide.
Yes, she's milking the cow.
On the hayride
Claire started looking forward to their visit days before they were scheduled to arrive, and after suffering some disappointment upon hearing that no, they they would not be staying at our house, she satisfied herself with the knowledge that they would come over to play. She had a great time with the boys, Fletcher and Winston (or Wilston, as Claire called him), and she was entranced by Harper. Benjamin was greatly entertained by all the activity around him and was only mildly perturbed at having to share his toys.
We are heading to Tennessee in a few weeks for Homecoming at Lee, so we are looking forward to seeing the Hicks family (with dad, Edward, included this time) then. Winston said Claire could sleep in his room, so at least we've got that settled. :-)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
I've posted before about Ben's less than ideal sleeping habits, and this past week has been no exception. For some reason, he has decided to forgo his afternoon nap. I refuse to give up on this one though, so even though he's wide awake in there, he stays in his crib for the allotted nap time. Yesterday, however, he added a new twist. After playing and talking to himself in his crib for over an hour, we suddenly realize that he was talking to us. I distinctly hear him say, "mommy, poopie. Mommy, poopie." This is not a new occurrence. He has become more and more aware of his dirty diapers, and will frequently ask to be changed. So, thinking that this must be the reason why he has been awake for so long, Shawn decides to go in, change him, and put him back in his crib to finally sleep.
Not more than 1 second after entering Ben's room do I hear Shawn frantically yell out, "Naomi! come here!!" I run to his room only to discover that Ben has totally stripped down, taken off his diaper and is holding it, poop laden and all, in his hands for us to take (like it's a gift or something????). He had such an angelic look on his face that I really think he thought he was doing us a favor. "Well, why don't I just save mom and dad the trouble of changing my diaper and do it myself?" Thanks, but no thanks, son!! Thankfully, unlike other children about whom I've heard, he did not decide to finger paint with his new discovery. But it was all over his sheet and his backside, of course.
After cleaning him off, changing the sheet and disposing of the "mess," we got him back in bed. The little stinker (literally) never did go to sleep.
Time to potty train? Um, yeah.
Generally we try to go in the middle of the week when it's possible to bypass the admission price if you bring non-perishable food items for a local shelter ministry. But this year, it rained that day, so we ended up going on Saturday morning. The weather was perfect, and we had lots of fun. Ben was still a little small to ride all the rides he wanted, but he was fairly content with the merry-go-round, the ponies, and the choo-choo train.
Hmmm... maybe he's about to puke too.
Ben loves to drive the rides.
Claire was a little nervous about the bumper cars, so she refused to drive, but by the end of the ride, she was laughing hysterically whenever we crashed into someone.
Claire is in the front seat of the plane.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Now, let me say, that our yard has come a VERY long way from the barren wasteland that it was when we first moved in. Indeed, Shawn has planted umpteen tress and shrubs from the surplus at work, but it's definitely a work in progress. This work continued this past weekend, when Shawn created a planting bed around the mailbox and driveway. Being the "helpers" that they are, and since Claire plans on one of her various future vocations to include landscaping, the kids decided to get some landscaping practice, and they joined their dad.
I wasn't sure Claire would go for this, knowing how sensitive she is to loud noises - surely the hammering would have been a bit deafening - but Shawn took Claire to one of the workshops, and she was totally thrilled about getting to build her own wooden firetruck. Her great-grandfather, Bud, would be proud.
She's looking forward to building a wooden pumpkin face in a few weeks!
I've slacked off a bit on keeping the blog updated. Not sure what happened, but I've been busy trying to organize some tutoring jobs that have recently come up. Right now I am scheduled to start with a student in a few weeks. She is officially home schooled, but her mother wants me to take over the homeschooling of her English credit. So, essentially I have to prepare an entire course just for her. It's a little overwhelming, but the student seems nice and bright, and there's no denying that we can use the extra money. Hopefully, the extra money will be worth the time that I will be spending in preparation and the time away from the family. In any case, Shawn will get to brush up on his cooking skills!
In the midst of all of this, Mr. Benjamin learned a few new tricks. He's been working on learning to jump for a couple of months now, and up until a few days ago, his jumping was basically a knee bend followed by one foot being lifted off the ground. As you can from the video below (if I can ever get it to load properly), he finally mastered this trick. Now, every time I turn around, he's practicing his new skill. He could not be more proud of himself.
Along with his new jumping ability, this little stinker also learned how to ride his tricycle. Being nostalgic for my own childhood prompted us to buy Claire a red radio flyer tricycle which, though cute and iconic, is actually a little difficult to ride. It's fairly high off the ground for that age, and, to make matters worse, it tends to tip over at the slightest provocation. This tendency led to many crashes and tears for Claire, but Ben has had better luck. He was finally able to master how to get his feet to push the peddles consistently, and he LOVES riding his bike. Now we just need to invest in a good helmet.
This little guy, as fresh as a 2 year old can be, certainly tries my patience. I mean, really, what can you do when he simply refuses to eat his broccoli? Push it in, and it only comes flying right back out. No amount of ice cream bribery (a sure fire method for Claire) will work. But he does have his moments. The other day after putting on my dress and getting ready for church, I walked down the hall into the living room. Ben saw me, climbed off the couch, came over to me and said, "oh Mommy, you look beyoobiful." Right, ok, so I'm fine with the no broccoli thing.