Huge, Free Dry-Erase Board for Home Pre-Schooling

Last week I mentioned that Jed would probably be homeschooled for preschool. Homeschooling has always been on the table as an option for us; even before Jed was born, Darrel and I discussed it as a possibility.

Back then it was simply because Darrel and I both struggled in public school. Both of us, for different reasons, felt as if our adult lives would have launched better had we gotten our GED’s at 16 and started college then. As it was, our last years in high school sucked us dry and left us clamoring to get away from anything educational, and we both wound up off-track in our ’20’s; wasting time and opportunities because we were so disillusioned and disenchanted.

Pregnant with our first child, we spent lots of time fantasizing about the next 18 years and we knew we didn’t want that experience for our baby. So homeschooling came up, and we both decided it was a viable option – if our public schools didn’t seem to fit our kiddo.

Then Jed and Zac came along, and more realities piled on: we live VERY far away from our schools, so a considerable amount of my kids day will be spent on school buses, but more importantly, my kiddos have serious food allergies that (control freak that I am) I do not trust anyone else to maintain properly.

So homeschooling went from a “Yes, that’s a definite option” to “Oh, yes! We’re almost certainly going to homeschool!”

I will admit no small measure of TERROR at that prospect, though. Making sure my children learn everything they need to be functional, useful, well-adjusted adults all on my own is quite a formidable undertaking. I’m not always sure I can do it…at least not well.

I’m starting to think that homeschooling, like parenting in general, is going to be a “learn as I go” education for me. After all, I don’t have to know everything about how to do it right this second. All I really have to do is learn what to do just enough earlier  than my sons need me to know it!

For example, The Work Space Challenge.

Because Zac likes to eat (or chew on) everything, but there is nothing he can safely eat, I have had to banish him from the kitchen. (And the dining room, and the bedrooms, and, well, the child basically is trapped in the living room any time he is awake. It’s rotten.)

It also means that leaving crayons, markers, and paper out for Jed to play with is incredibly dangerous for my younger son. So Jed and I don’t get to make art projects, color, practice lettering, or any of the other fun things I had imagined we would be doing together at this point.

I’ve hated it. 

I want to be working with Jed on cool, fun projects; making art and finger painting and getting messy with clay. Until recently I just haven’t been able to figure out a way to safely do so.

This could pose a problem if I’m going to properly homeschool Jed. I’ll need to have a safe space to work with him on letters, numbers, shapes and so on, and I’d rather not live in a completely paranoid state that he’ll leave a notebook or crayon out where Zac can eat it.

Fortunately, Jed solved part of that problem for me!

At Nana’s visitation, Jed was so antsy and energetic that Darrel and I realized it would be impossible for him to sit through her funeral without making a scene. So we detoured to Wal-mart and bought him a small dry erase board and some dry erase crayons to keep him distracted through the funeral.

Since he hardly ever gets to color or draw, we knew this would work – and it did! He loved it, and people commented on how well-behaved our kids were throughout the service.

When we arrived home, I decreed that the board and the crayons had to live on the back porch. Jed was okay with this.

And one morning, I stepped out to see what Jed was up to and found this:

Oh, yes, he did that!

Oh, yes, he did that!

I was horrified, of course, but I couldn’t be too angry with him; due to his lack of access to drawing utensils, he had never been taught NOT to write on walls and appliances. So we had a discussion about how that was NOT okay, and I set about trying to remove the crayon.

Imagine my surprise when IT WIPED RIGHT OFF WITH A WET RAG! No mess, no fuss, no nasty chemical cleaners needed at all! (Though the slightly nubby textured side of the freezer didn’t wipe quite as clean as the smooth side.)

A little light bulb went off over my head…dry erase crayons…blank freezer front…wipes right off…HELLO! I have a gigantic, FREE dry erase board right on my porch to use in teaching Jed!

So I decided to test it out. I drew some shapes on one side, then drew the same shapes in different order on the other side and showed him the concept of matching like items.

His first lesson in matching like items! Don't mind my drawings; I'll get better.

His first lesson in matching like items! Don’t mind my drawings; I’ll get better.

 

Standing back to admire his work. Hearing him say "parallelogram" was priceless!

Standing back to admire his work. Hearing him say “parallelogram” was priceless!

And my bright little boy caught on right away and loved repeating the names of the shapes back to me and drawing his crooked little lines to match up all the shapes!

And once the lesson was complete? Time to practice with crayons!

And once the lesson was complete? Time to practice with crayons!

He has since practiced drawing shapes (he’s got triangles down, now!) and trains, not to mention houses, and we even worked on the alphabet and tracing letters, too.

So if you’ve got paper restrictions and a smooth-fronted freezer, this could be a life-saver for you, too. Just get some dry erase crayons and you have the most gigantic dry erase board you’ll ever see outside of a school classroom!

(Oh, and please excuse the almost constant state of near-nakedness that “Jed pictures” always seem to have. He’s been in a semi-nudist phase for quite a while now; I’ve given up on trying to keep clothes on him when we aren’t going to leave the house. I understand most kids go through this phase; I’m counting on him growing out of it before it ceases to be cute!)

Do you have any clever solutions to homeschool challenges that you’ve discovered? Please share them in the comments!

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The Big Girl Panties Come Back!

Everything looks better after a good night’s sleep, you know?

I don’t think there’s any way I can possibly THANK YOU ALL for the outpouring of support and encouragement we received yesterday. It means the world to me. Seeing how many people are “in our corner” and praying for my son was a boost like no other.

For everyone who sent a comment on the blog, a comment on Facebook, or an email to commiserate and encourage, THANK YOU.

(And thank you to the people who didn’t tell me but who prayed for us yesterday, too!)

Today I’m feeling much better; a little time, a good night’s sleep, and knowing I’m not alone made a huge difference. I’m busy putting on my big girl panties and attempting to rally in the face of our latest setback.

Yesterday was challenging because I was in such a funk. My heart had gone out of me. We even introduced Jed to a slip ‘n slide and I could barely muster any enthusiasm for his joy and excitement. (Which, in retrospect, is SO sad – the child stripped naked and screamed with excitement as he ran through the water! How could I not think that was the cutest and funniest thing on the planet? Damn you, FPIES!)

Plus, Zac had another icky diaper, and I noticed that he has some eczema on his face and head now. Not nice.

But life does go on, regardless of our desires to wallow in misery. I have two little boys who are happy, joyful, and enthusiastic about everything, and they need a Mama who can keep up with them.

So last night we talked it over and decided to keep lamb and quinoa off the table for now, and proceed with a formula trial. The big debate was whether we would do the formula trial before I left for work or after I’d already gone.

Here’s a funny anecdote: I posted a quick survey about our quandary on the FPIES boards, giving 4 options.

  1. slowly trial the formula before I go to work
  2. let me go to work, use breast milk until it is gone and then go fully onto formula
  3. let me go to work, start formula right away and keep breast milk in case he reacts so Zac has something to eat until I can fly home
  4. call out sick for August and declare bankruptcy

13 people voted for #1…and 3 people voted for #4! 

I don’t know why I found that so hysterically funny, but I did. FPIES Mama’s care about our kids more than anything else in the world, including our ability to keep a roof over our heads. “Bankruptcy? Whatev! Let’s talk food trials!”

That fact is simultaneously sad, though. Who should ever have to pick between those things?

Anyway, Darrel and I decided to slowly trial before I go to work. So once Zac gets to baseline, we’ll be giving Neocate Junior a shot. In case he has an acute reaction, I’d rather be here for it rather than being on the road.

I really hope it works for him and that my gut is proven wrong this time.

In other news, Jed is now 3 years old and of an age to head off to pre-school. There is a local moms group that does a pre-school co-op where the moms are the teachers and rotate responsibilities. That sounded like the best option for us; thanks to Jed’s food allergies, our considerable distance from all other pre-school programs, and our finances, regular pre-school didn’t sound like a good option for us.

So I sent an email asking how they handle food allergies at the co-op, since part of the day is designated for “snacks”. The response?

“I know last time we had a child who had a certain food allergy, so we try not to give that kid that he/she is allergic to. Our snack normally consists of cheese, crackers, fruits and parents bring their own drink for their kids and sometimes some mom would bring muffins or any goodies once in a while.”

Grammatical errors aside, as Jed’s Mama I read that going “Dairy…Egg…Fructose…more dairy…more egg…random unknown allergens and probably GMO’s…um, yeah, not gonna happen.”

And “try” to not give that food to the kid? TRY? TRY!!???

Trying isn’t good enough when my sons life is in question, folks! I know I will be there, as all moms have to participate. However, I’ll be wrangling Zac in a baby carrier and trying to fulfill my duties as teacher that day, and keeping an eagle-eye on Jed for snack sharing would be terribly hard under those conditions.

So I guess Jed gets to stay home for pre-school. He already knows a lot of his shapes, recognizes about half his letters, can count to ten, and knows how to “match” things by drawing a line between them. That’s with me not even trying to teach him anything yet! (Though I’m sure speech therapy helped with that quite a bit.)

Still, I think I can handle homeschooling pre-school. Anyone have any resources/tips/tricks you could pass along? Thanksomuch!

Oh, and I’m thinking of starting a betting pool on which food trigger Zac’s FPIES reaction: lamb meat, quinoa, or both. Five bucks for an entry, and we’ll split the pot 50/50 with the winner! What do you think? (Only slightly joking here, people!)

Well, maybe with humor and support, we’ll survive the latest volley of FPIES attacks and still win the war. It’s not over yet, FPIES!

I WILL FEED MY SON!!

Bad Words. Bad Words. Very Very VERY Bad Words.

Eating dinner last night. So happy to be eating. I wonder when I'll get to see him do this again.

Eating dinner last night. So happy to be eating. I wonder when I’ll get to see him do this again.

Sorry in advance, but this is going to be a long, sad post.

Back in June we started a quinoa trial. We planned to pull the quinoa for three days and resume the trial to see if he reacted, and on the final day of the first stage of the trial he came down with an ear infection that required antibiotics.

So we stopped the trial, got him the appropriate medicine, and when it was all over decided we’d be better served to heal his gut with some broth. We decided on lamb, and I made him a whole bunch of lamb broth.

We started the lamb broth trial on June 15th.

When we were ending the first stage of the trial, he got a hold of a corn kernel (or perhaps some other accidental ingestion) and we had to wait a bit before resuming the trial so he could return to baseline. (That’s the last part I’ve already written about – sorry for the recap.)

We were able to start the reintroduction of lamb broth on July 13th, and it seemed to be going well! He was showing absolutely no reaction signs!

So on July 19th I got brave/insane and gave him some lamb MEAT.

He LOVED the meat. LOVED IT!! The little stinker couldn’t get enough of it! That was also the day I flew to work, and my Mom didn’t feed him lamb meat the next day. On the 21st, Darrel had the boys and he fed Zac lamb meat several times throughout the day.

Again, Zac LOVED it and gobbled it up…he also went from drinking about 50 ounces of breast milk per day to over 80 ounces in that day, and the subsequent days until I returned home.

But we didn’t make any connection between the increase in breast milk and the lamb meat; he started teething right about that time, so we assumed it was “comfort nursing” from that.

We persisted with the lamb meat trial through the week of Nana’s funeral, and stopped giving him the meat on Friday last week (the 26th).

Over the weekend, he only received lamb broth.

Monday of this week, we reintroduced lamb meat…but after chatting with a fellow FPIES mom I had learned that the proteins in the lamb meat BROTH and the lamb MEAT were identical. So I assumed that he had already, basically, proven that lamb is safe for him!

Since we’re about to be pressured into a formula trial for him due to dwindling breast milk reserves in the freezer (we only have 2 days worth of safe food left for him), we decided to reintroduce quinoa so we could possibly have two safe foods for him before the formula trial.

So on Monday we also gave him some quinoa. He ate that lamb meat and quinoa like he was a starving man! I was so thrilled to see him eating and enjoying it!

Then that night he slept horribly. He woke up every 1.5-2 hours all night long.

Tuesday morning I fed him the leftovers from dinner and he – again – ate like a starving man. I also made him some quinoa crackers and he begged for crackers all day long!

At lunch, he didn’t want to eat his lamb. He mostly played with it. Same thing at dinner.

But he ate crackers as often as I would give them to him!

He also had a poopy diaper that day that looked like it had a bit of mucous in it. He is still teething, though, so I hoped it was just from that.

That night he refused to sleep at bedtime; he rolled around and acted really uncomfortable. Finally we managed to get him to sleep after a car ride.

Wednesday morning he still refused to eat his lamb (which, by this point, was also a refusal of the sippy cup of lamb broth we give him).

He refused lamb at both lunch and dinner, but ate as many quinoa crackers as he could get and even screamed for them! In fact, at dinner I coated his lamb meat in quinoa flour before heating it up in hopes that the combination of flavors would appeal to him. He actually sucked the flour off the lamb and spit the meat back out!

And throughout the day, he had three poopy diapers, each one worse than the one before.

It started with definite mucous. Then it was MORE, nastier mucous.

The final diaper was FULL of mucous…and visible blood.

BAD WORDS. BAD WORDS. VERY VERY VERY BAD WORDS.

And after that diaper? He refused bedtime and required another car ride to go to sleep.

I’m sitting here having a really hard time figuring out how to write this part of the story. Everything I want to say is laced heavily with sailor-esque profanities. While I’ve been known to let the occasional, fairly innocuous swear word pepper my blog entries on occasion, even *I’m* offended at what is running through my mind. THAT is how totally and completely angry, frustrated, horrified, disgusted, furious, devastated, and trapped I feel at this moment.

My hatred of FPIES is so complete, so profound…it’s downright scary. I think I hate FPIES more than I could hate anything on the planet.

So here’s where FPIES has left us: we’re being forced into a formula trial very soon because right now we only have enough stashed breast milk to last 2 days of me at work. I’m scheduled to work 10 days in August, so we will shortly have to either force him into a formula trial or have me call out sick for the rest of the month (which we cannot afford).

I am terrified of the formula trial; something in my gut says it is going to make him react. How severely, I don’t know, but I’m terrified of having to do this.

Starting September, I have a 5 month leave of absence from work. It’s financial masochism for us to do this right now, but it’s necessary for Zac’s health.

So now we have to:

  1. Pull both lamb and quinoa
  2. Let Zac return to baseline
  3. Trial a formula (that will probably make him react) and hope he makes it through the ten days I have to be at work this month
  4. Let him return to baseline if he reacts to the formula
  5. Re-trial quinoa
  6. Re-trial lamb

This current bloody diaper has put us behind on food trials by at least a month, maybe more.

At this rate, we’ll be lucky if he has one safe food before Christmas.

And how exactly am I supposed to survive with Zac and Jed all day withOUT feeding Zac his quinoa crackers? Whenever he cries for them, Jed insists on feeding him a cracker. I’m going to have TWO kiddos mad at me for denying Zac his crackers!

I hate seeing my little boy in pain. I hate seeing him squirm from diaper changes because they hurt. I hate seeing blood in his diapers.

I’m so overwhelmed with anger and frustration and devastation. I feel like a caged animal. I want to hit someone or something – but what? There is NO outlet for these emotions.

I can’t protect my son and keep him safe, and I can’t beat the crap out of the enemy that attacks my son. FPIES doesn’t have a face. (If it did, it wouldn’t have one for long once I got a hold of it.)

Sorry, y’all. I’ve said it before that with FPIES, sometimes Hope is all you have.

But I’m all “hoped out” right now.

I feel like we’re running out of options, both financially and for Zac’s health. I don’t know what to do.

I’ll probably feel better in a day or two. Until then, though, this is what’s happening in our world, and sorry for the gigantic downer of a post.

Oh, and an interesting tidbit I learned tonight from the other FPIES moms – my friend was right: the proteins in meat broth and meat are identical. But straight meat has MORE proteins, which means an FPIES child might be okay with the broth but not the meat. In the “for what it’s worth”/”for your information” category. 

What Happens When Your 3 Year Old Shoots Himself With an Epi-pen Accidentally

Band aids make everything better...

Band aids make everything better…

This Sunday, the day after we got home from Nana’s funeral, Darrel and I were getting the kids ready to go to town to run some errands when Jed came over to us telling us he had a “Boo-boo on Jed’s tummy.”

He was holding the test Epi-pen in his hand, and lifting his shirt to show us his “boo-boo”.

This isn’t all that unusual; we showed him the test Epi-pen (the one you can use to practice with that has no medicine or needle inside) last summer and he loved it! He often will go find it and smack it against his body to make it spring open. In fact, we usually leave it in the toy box.

So we told him “Well, don’t hit yourself so hard with it, honey!” and chuckled.

For about ten seconds. 

Then I suddenly registered that – wait a second – that doesn’t look right. So I grabbed the Epi-pen from him and took a closer look.

“Omigod, Darrel – this isn’t the practice  pen – this is a REAL Epi-pen!” I shouted.

We looked at each other in shock for a second before I said “ER. NOW!”

And we swung into action.

Fortunately, we were already heading to town, so everyone was dressed and ready to go – Zac was even already buckled in to his car seat!

We were in the car, speeding down the driveway, and Jed was crying from his “boo-boo”.

I crawled into the backseat to stay with him; I didn’t know what the possible effects of taking a shot of ephedrine could be when you don’t actually need one, but I wanted to be close by to monitor him.

The hospital is about a 35-40 minute drive.

Darrel made it in 22 minutes.

I honestly didn’t know he could drive like that.

When we got there, they wheeled us in to the ER right away and began monitoring Jed. For about an hour after the unfortunate shot, Darrel and I were in a panic. By the time we’d been in the ER for about half an hour, though, the panic started to wear off.

No one there seemed all that concerned about it. (Not that they were mean or anything, more like “Oh, yeah, this happens. No big deal.”)

In fact, when the doctor finally came in to see us, he said that usually the adrenaline works its way out of kids systems in about 2 hours, and it’s not really anything to worry too much about unless they inject their fingers or toes. He said that if it happens again, we probably wouldn’t need to come to the ER.

(He did mention that Jed might be a little hyper after the shot, to which I wryly responded “How would we tell?” Darrel laughed…the doctor just looked a little confused. He doesn’t know Jed!)

The best part of all of this is that we counted while we were in the room (trying to keep Jed from pushing every button, rolling the doctors chair around, and otherwise wreaking havoc) is that this is the THIRD ER visit Jed has had due to taking or injecting medicines he shouldn’t have! 

He’s only 3!

Thank God I took all the medicines in the house (aside from the dipenhydramine and Epi-pens) and got rid of them last summer after his last self-administered dosing. I can’t imagine what would have happened if we still had our standard “medicine chest”!

Darrel is convinced he has at least twenty new grey hairs from Sunday, and I’m sure I’ve shaved at least a week or two off my life from the stress…and Jed is perfectly fine! In fact, he was perfectly fine after about half an hour.

But if you see him, be sure to ask about his “boo-boo on his tummy”. He loves to lift his shirt and show off the prick mark and tell everyone about how the “doctor fix mine boo-boo”!

In case you ever wondered what an Epi-pen shot looks like about an hour after it happens...

In case you ever wondered what an Epi-pen shot looks like about an hour after it happens…

So, this event left me with some questions: have any of your kiddos done this to themselves? What did the doctor say to you? We were told ANY Epi-pen usage required an ER visit…until the ER doctor said otherwise. Anyone have any info to clarify this conundrum?

And where on God’s green earth am I supposed to ‘hide’ an Epi-pen from Jed, when we must have it accessible in case of actual anaphylaxis??

“Nana Went to Heaven to be With God…”

Sunday last week my grandmother died.

This is the same grandmother that we raced to see in April, so it wasn’t a shock that she passed. Nana had been doing poorly for a while and had entered into hospice care after her hospitalization at Easter. But it’s sad, nonetheless. I hope you’ll indulge me a bit while I talk about my amazing Nana.

On the way to the funeral, I told Jed that we were going to Nana’s house because “Nana had gone to Heaven to be with God”. His response was classic Jed/toddler: “No! Nana NO go to Heaven! Nana stay Jed!”

In case you can’t tell, Jed loved his Nana very much.

I snorted/laughed/cried at his response. I’m still not sure how much he understands about Nana dying. What I do know is that Nana loved Jed and Zac, and Jed and Zac loved Nana. And one day they will see video and see pictures of Nana with them as babies and they will know how very much they were adored and cherished by their great-grandma.

Nana always saved quarters and assorted spare change for the boys. She's responsible for most of what is currently in their piggy banks. This was what she had saved most recently for their banks; my Aunt gave it to us last week. Nana LOVED watching Jed put money in his piggy bank!

Nana always saved quarters and assorted spare change for the boys. She’s responsible for most of what is currently in their piggy banks. This was what she had saved most recently for their banks; my Aunt gave it to us last week. Nana LOVED watching Jed put money in his piggy bank!

Nana was an inspirational, exasperating, amazing, good woman. Born in 1924, she was a young girl during the Great Depression. When she was very young, her very good Daddy got in the way of some very bad men who were doing bad things, and to expedite their criminal endeavors they murdered my Great-Grandpa.

Nana was fatherless at 11 years old, one of 5 children; the youngest were one year old twins (my Great Uncles). As a result of being a widow during the Depression with 5 little mouths to feed, my Great-Grandmother turned to share cropping.

Needing to work so hard to feed, clothe and shelter her children didn’t leave my Great-Grandmother a lot of energy leftover for frivolities like hugs, kisses and playtime; I think my Nana had a bit of her soul crushed out of her after her Daddy died.

Survival was the name of the game in that era, and our family is very good at survival. But Nana wanted more than just survival. She wanted MORE. BETTER. So she pushed herself hard, and managed to work the fields with her family to put food on the table, walk the many miles every chance she could to and from school (even playing on the girl’s basketball team!), and made herself the first High School graduate in her family – and the only one of her generation.

She read Emily Post and the Bible to learn how to behave in civilized society, and married my Grandpa, a military man. Suddenly this from-the-boondocks, share cropping farm girl was thrust into military life; having to travel to places she’d only dreamed of before, raising children with a husband that was often away, and trying to better herself by emulating the officers wives.

By the 1950’s, a time when most women didn’t know how to drive and relied on their husbands for transportation to the grocery store, my Nana not only drove, but had her own car! She worked as a buyer for Joske’s of Texas (think Neiman Marcus on a smaller scale) and kept an immaculate house while working full time.

When my Grandpa retired from the military and moved the family back to their original home (not far from where she’d been a share cropper), my Nana worked for a while as a civil servant, and later drove a school bus and worked in the school cafeteria in her local school district.

Wherever my Nana found herself, she always became a member of a Church and an Eastern Star Chapter. Her faith was an integral part of her life, and she became well-known throughout Texas for her charitable work.

Nana didn’t know how to do anything halfway. Once on a vacation to Disney World when I was a child, it started raining. All the other families went inside to get food and shop at the souvenir stores, but not my Nana! She ventured into a shop long enough to buy all of us ponchos and insisted we keep on exploring the park.

Indefatigable, that was my Nana.

She’s the only 80-something woman I know of who would go outside at dusk on her farm with a chainsaw to chop up a tree by herself.

For as inspirational as she was, though, there were negatives about her. Thanks to being raised essentially fatherless by an indomitable mother with little patience for emotions, Nana often struggled to relate well with her own children and grandchildren.

None of us doubt that she loved us, but I think all of us – at times – felt distanced. Her disapproval could be strong, and her expectations high. It often kept us off-kilter and hurt.

As she got older, though, she mellowed quite a bit. I’m very grateful for that because it allowed for so many relationships to be healed and resolved in my family…mine and Nana’s included. I’m glad I got the last 8-10 years of getting to know Nana better, to understand her better, and to finally feel as though she was truly proud of me as her Granddaughter.

The best part, though, came when I had Jed. My whole family was thrilled at Jed’s arrival, of course, but I thought Nana was going to float right through the ceiling! She was just as thrilled two years later when Zac arrived.

Nana holding Jed in the NICU the day after he was born. I thought she was going to explode from happiness!

Nana holding Jed in the NICU the day after he was born. I thought she was going to explode from happiness!

A not-so-great picture of Nana with Zac last fall when she came to visit. She loved her Great-Grandson's so much. And they loved her right back.

A not-so-great picture of Nana with Zac last fall when she came to visit. She loved her Great-Grandson’s so much. And they loved her right back.

In the nursing home, on hospice care, she insisted on having pictures of my sons right next to her bed. At the house this week, I saw her lip prints on the glass of one of those pictures; turns out, she had kissed the boys pictures before bed each night. In her final months, she would often forget things and get confused, but she would call out for Jed and Zac and remembered almost everything about them.

While many people have a hard time adjusting to the world of allergies, Nana was always 100% in support of my efforts to keep the boys safe. She didn’t always understand what I had to do and why, and didn’t always “get” the details of their conditions, but she was insistent that we take care of “her little men”. Whenever she would visit over the past three years, she would always ask to go to the grocery store with me where she would spend a veritable fortune on safe foods for Jed and Zac. She even helped us buy our first cow last summer after Zac’s hospitalization.

I wouldn’t have trusted that she would remember the details of how to care for the boys, but I never doubted that I had unconditional support from my Nana in taking care of them. For that, for her unwavering devotion to my boys, for her indomitable will, for her desire for the best for herself and her family, for her example of strong Womanhood, and for her many kindnesses and constant love…I will always thank her, and I will always miss her.

Rest in Peace, Nana. You lived a very good life, and I hope Heaven is everything you dreamed of – and more. I love you. And Jed loves you, too.

Crispy Butter Candy Bar

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This week has been an emotionally difficult week for me, with these wretched anniversaries reminding me of our rough year. So I decided that I needed to lighten the mood and indulge in a little not unhealthy, but not really healthy treat making.

After Jed’s sudden comprehension of what a candy bar actually is, he’s bugged me at every checkout register we’ve been at for the last two months to buy him a candy bar. (Thanks, marketing and product placement people. I hate you all. Seriously. Hate you.)

I’ve gotten tired of the battle, and I decided to make him a bona fide candy bar.

Well, what I created doesn’t quite resemble anything you or I might call a candy bar, but it satisfies Jed’s desire to eat a plastic-wrapped, chocolate-y, candy bar-ish concoction…and while it is NOT a treat like the cookies that I would be happy to feed him for breakfast, it is certainly a whole lot better for you than your typical Snickers or Milky Way!

I got the idea from Pinterest (seriously, go follow me over there – I have lots of awesome recipes pinned!) and it comes from the Queen of Quinoa. Don’t you just love that name?  Her recipe was Healthy “Reese’s Quinoa Crispy Treats, and I read it, pinned it, and then forgot where I’d seen the recipe when the time came for me to make it! So my recipe differs slightly from hers, as I was winging it and making substitutions, but she most definitely inspired this little goodie!

Here’s what you do:

Add your butter and maple syrup to a pan. I used sunbutter, but peanut or almond butter would work just fine, I bet. (And in case you’re wondering, this is the source of the “butter” in the recipe title!)

Sunbutter and Maple Syrup ready to blend

Sunbutter and Maple Syrup ready to blend

Heat it enough to blend together, but be careful not to cook too high or too long or it will start to stick to the bottom of the pot! (Ask me how I know this!)

Once it is well blended together, pour it over rice puffs. I suppose you could use icky, nasty, full-of-junk Rice Krispies, but we use plain puffed rice. Of course, the Queen of Quinoa used puffed quinoa, but I didn’t have any of that. In fact, that is now something I’m going to search out and buy – I would love to make these with puffed quinoa!

If you don’t have either of those on hand, I’m sure millet puffs or kamut puffs would also work. (Just remember that kamut isn’t gluten free, since it’s an ancient wheat.)

Big, gloopy mess ready to become a bigger, gloopier mess!

Big, gloopy mess ready to become a bigger, gloopier mess!

Use a spoon and mix that mess all together until it’s evenly coated, then pour it into a square cake pan (lined with parchment paper, of course!) and press it down until the top is nice and evenly smooth. I believe the pan I used is a 9×9 pan, but anything relatively small will work just fine. It all depends on how thick a candy bar you would like.

Pressed out in the pan and ready for the fridge!

Pressed out in the pan and ready for the fridge!

Then throw it in the fridge to set. I don’t know how long you’d need to let it set for, because I made this part of it in the morning, threw it in the fridge, and then didn’t get to the next step until dinner time. So mine was in the fridge all day long and I don’t quite  think it needs that long. An hour or so would probably be sufficient. Let me know if you come up with a specific time that works for you!

The next step is my favorite part: make a batch of my homemade chocolate recipe and pour it over the top!

Yum-my!

Yum-my!

You’ll have to tilt the pan around to make sure the chocolate spreads evenly. If you don’t want to make my homemade chocolate (because you’re lucky enough that you can use pre-made chocolate from the store), you could simply melt some chocolate chips on a double boiler and use those. I don’t know exactly how much you would need; probably in the ballpark of 3/4 to 1 cup of chips. Again, if you go that route, please leave me a comment letting me know what you used and how much!

Then I put the whole thing in the fridge for a few hours. 

The next time I make this, I’ll either leave it in the fridge overnight or put it in the freezer, though. I don’t think I let it harden enough; when I started cutting the bars, I wound up with a bit of a mess.

Lots of the rice/butter bits were falling off the chocolate, and I had to press them back into place. Not the end of the world, but sort of a sticky nuisance to deal with. Having it be firmer and more set would probably fix that inconvenience. See?

A tad messy, but very delicious!

A tad messy, but very delicious!

Oh, well. It wasn’t that big of a pain, and it was worth it when I saw Jed eat one!

Once they’ve hardened as much as you like, then pull the whole bit out of the pan using the parchment paper and lay it on a cutting board.

Pan free...

Pan free…

Ooh...just looks delicious already!

Ooh…just looks delicious already!

Then it’s time to cut them out. Out of this pan, I got 14 candy bars. For a toddler, I didn’t want a huge bar, so I made one cut down the center, and then aimed for 1-1 1/4 inch wide bars from each half. It was perfect!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

After they’re cut out, wrap them individually in saran wrap and store them in the freezer. I have no idea how long these will be good for. I’m expecting 14 days will be the maximum we’ll see these in our ice box!

The verdict: Darrel liked them and Jed LOVED them!! When I told him he was going to get a candy bar he was immediately  cooperative, and when he started eating he wouldn’t stop – even to give me feedback!

Usually he’ll exclaim “Yummy delicious!” over something he likes; with the candy bar, I had to ask him “Do you like it?” and I got a grunted “Uh-huh” in response as he shoveled another bite into his mouth. Bad manners, but a great review!

When Darrel got home from work, one of the first things Jed told him was “Jed eat candy bar!” So these are a definite SCORE for my household.

I try really hard  to make my kiddos healthy treats – the kind of treats you wouldn’t mind giving them for breakfast because (yummy as they are) they’re chock full of nutrition. But sometimes, you just gotta indulge, you know?

So I’m happy I found a good “candy bar” that Jed will jump through hoops to get. Next time I make them, though, I might try making a SECOND batch of chocolate and coating the bar completely after they’re cut out. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?

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CRISPY BUTTER CANDY BAR
makes 14 small candy bars

– 3 c. puffed rice
– 1 c. sunbutter (or peanut, almond, or other nut butter)
– 1/2 c. maple syrup (or honey)
– 1 batch of Homemade Chocolate Recipe

  1. Get out a 9×9 cake pan and line it with parchment paper.
  2. Put the butter and maple syrup in a pan and heat until well blended.
  3. Pour that over the puffed rice in a bowl, and stir until well combined.
  4. Pour the mixture into the cake pan and press down until flat and smooth; place in the fridge for at least an hour.
  5. When the mixture has set, begin making the chocolate. (Recipe below; follow link for better instructions).
  6. Pour the chocolate over the top of the butter/rice mixture and place in the freezer to harden for at least an hour.
  7. When the bars are hardened, remove the block from the cake pan using the parchment paper and begin cutting out the bars. Make them however large you would like!
  8. Wrap each bar individually in saran wrap and store in the freezer.
  9. Enjoy a candy bar that isn’t quite health food, but is healthier than a store-bought bar!

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HOMEMADE DAIRY FREE CHOCOLATES

– 1/2 cup cacao butter
– 4 T. cocoa powder
– 4-6 T. maple syrup
– pinch of sea salt
– 1 tsp. vanilla

  1. Put your cacao butter in a double boiler on your stove and heat it slowly over medium heat until just melted.  Immediately remove from heat.
  2. Add the remaining ingredients to the cacao butter and whisk until smooth and shiny.
  3. Pour over the candy bar mixture OR make an extra batch and:
  4. Pour into molds or onto a parchment paper lined pan with an edge.
  5. Let set in the fridge for at least half an hour.
  6. Enjoy some delicious, and really fairly healthy for you homemade chocolate!

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Have you made a homemade candy bar for your allergic kiddo? What did you make? Please share the recipe!
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One Year With FPIES

Hold my hand, Mama!

Hold my hand, Mama!

Like I said, this is a week of anniversaries.

One year ago today, our world changed forever. Oh, we didn’t get our diagnosis until August 1st, but on July 18th – the day after we learned Jed’s IgE to egg had gotten so much worse that we needed an Epi-pen FPIES reared it’s ugly head and sent us careening down a path of low-grade terror that has lasted 12 long months.

I’ve said before that when Zac was 3 weeks old, he had a classic FPIES reaction that we didn’t recognize, that didn’t send him completely into shock, and that we grudgingly accepted as “a stomach bug”. So really, FPIES had already reared it’s ugly head a month prior to this date. We just didn’t know it.

But on July 18th of last year, Zac reacted so strongly, so severely, and so strangely, that we wound up spending a week in the hospital.

Little did I know that that day would be such a preview of the next 12 months: strange, un-Google-able symptoms in Zac; misdiagnosis from doctors; doctors who were trying but were unknowledgeable and therefore unhelpful; steady, low-grade terror intermixed with moments of acute, sheer terror; and a feeling of being the only person in the world who is truly concerned and worried about – and fighting for – my son.

Little did I know that one year later, we would still be exclusively breastfeeding Zac. That he would have no safe foods to eat.

Little did I know that I would spend every waking moment of the next 12 months giving myself a crash course in health, food, and allergies.

Little did I know that we would not be able to enjoy his baby-hood the way we did with Jed…no leaving puffs and Cheerios out for him to practice eating with, no making homemade baby food with my food mill and freezing it, no adorable pictures with food smeared all over his face and a gigantic smile peering out from the mess.

No first birthday cake.

No letting him “help” me in the kitchen.

No letting him even WALK in the kitchen.

No dinner time sharing of feeding duty with Darrel.

No reading books to him. (I can’t risk him chewing on a board book after what happened in December.)

Still sleeping in our bed, thanks to the frequent middle of the night feedings that his body truly needs, thanks to no solid foods.

My little frog-boy.

My little frog-boy.

One year and one day ago, I thought our lives had pretty much hit rock bottom, medically speaking. The very next morning proved to me that rock bottom is a distance too far to predict – we hadn’t even gotten CLOSE to rock bottom.

What scares me the most is that even now, as rough as things are at the moment, I know that there is still further down that we may go. 

I would love to remove FPIES from our lives. Watching Zac suffer in so many ways is wretched and I hate it.

But I know I can’t get rid of FPIES just by wishing it away. Life doesn’t work that way.

Besides, I’ve always tried to look at the bright side of FPIES. I have learned so much about how to keep my family healthy, how to eat properly, our food supply, GMO’s, and other things that will certainly benefit my family for generations to come. That wouldn’t have ever happened without FPIES forcing the issue.

Still…I wish I could go back to the time before FPIES and remember what it felt like to be the mother of a ‘normal’ child. Zac wasn’t normal, but I didn’t know that. I was blissfully ignorant, and I’d like to spend an hour feeling that way again.

I’d like to remember what it felt like to have my only motherly concerns being sleep schedules, and…well, I can’t even remember what “typical” motherly concerns are enough to lament them! I suppose typical moms worry about breast versus bottle, cloth versus disposable, and other completely inconsequential things in life. I’d like to remember what that is like.

Because FPIES has made it impossible for me to fret over the little things. I spend each day in a battle to keep my son healthy and growing, and my enemy is ubiquitous and forceful. Food is my enemy, and Food has legions of foot soldiers in its war against my family.

  • That child on the playground? That’s not a PB&J, that’s an Uzi.
  • That tactile bin at therapy? Those aren’t dried beans and rice, those are Grenades.
  • Those sweet people we meet who love children? They aren’t offering candies and lollipops, they’re offering Cyanide capsules.
  • Those restaurants we used to eat at so often? They aren’t bastions of yummy, easy food. They’re traps and ambushes.
  • The art projects I hoped Jed and I would be doing with such frequency by now? They aren’t harmless developmental tools, they’re Switchblades and Machetes.

FPIES has made the world a dangerous place for my family, a place we dare not venture without body armor, weapons of our own, and an overblown sense of paranoia. 

And those of you without FPIES (or other severe allergies) may think I’m exaggerating, but I promise that the other FPIES Mama’s who read this post will know exactly what I’m talking about. They will Get It; FPIES robs you, attacks you, and threatens you hourly.

It is inescapable.

One year ago today, Zac woke up refusing to nurse, lethargic, blowing brown-tinged spit bubbles, and struggling to breathe.

Today, we are in the midst of a confusing lamb broth trial. He had a bloody diaper three nights ago, and we aren’t sure if it was from the lamb broth, the wood we found in his diapers that he’d teethed on, or the bloody, oozing diaper rash he developed over the weekend.

So we’re on pins and needles, forcing ourselves to feed him more lamb to prove the matter once and for all, knowing that we may well be feeding him food that is making him sick – and having no choice in the matter.

One year with FPIES has changed me forever. I will never look at motherhood – or life – the same as I did one year ago today.

My goal, as we face another year (or more) with FPIES, is to take the pain, the difficulties and hardships, the attacks of FPIES all upon myself, so that my children are not emotionally and psychologically damaged by this all-consuming fear of food. I want to take all of that suffering on myself so that they don’t ever have to know what it is like. 

I’ve worked hard to make treats for them, delicious, safe food for them, to make it possible for us to occasionally step outside of our home and “seem normal” at times. I will continue to do that for both my boys.

No child should have to suffer this way. None. NONE. It’s not right. 

I’ll continue to do everything in my power to protect my children from not only the food, but from the social challenges that accompany food as they get older and branch out into the world more.

One year with FPIES. Sigh. Little did I know…

One Year With an Epi-Pen

Jed's Allergy Kit...

Jed’s Allergy Kit…

This week is just an Anniversary Week for us, and kick-starting it is today – July 17, 2013 is One Year we’ve been the parents of a child in need of an Epi-Pen.

Last year on this day, I took Jed to the allergist to be re-tested for his allergies. Based on what she had told us on previous appointments, we were fully expecting that he would have outgrown all of his allergies by then.

So I was in high spirits when we entered the room.

She gave him the prick test, and I could see right away that one of the pricks was bigger, redder, and angrier than looked healthy.

Sure enough, she confirmed that his egg allergy had not gone away, as expected. In fact, it had gotten worse. And she wrote us a prescription for an Epi-pen, gave us instruction sheets on how to treat him in case, and sent me – head reeling – on my way.

I was suddenly very afraid; we’d been dealing with an IgE Egg for almost two years, of course, not to mention dairy and soy intolerances, but this…THIS was far more serious and scary. An Epi-pen! Dear me!

Fortunately, this year with an Epi-pen has not been as scary as I thought it would be. Of course, that could be because we’ve had FPIES to deal with, which is – maybe not scarier – but certainly more stressful on a daily basis.

We haven’t had to use our Epi-pen. (Yet.) (knock wood) We HAVE had to pump him full of dipenhydramine on occasion to stave off a severe reaction; once to peanuts, which he didn’t test positive for at all! (That turned out to be a cross-reactivity between peanuts and birch pollen, we suspect. Still, we now avoid peanuts as if he had tested positive for them. I never know when birch pollen is hanging around to make peanuts dangerous!)

Those encounters were scary enough! It’s not a pleasant thing to watch your baby boy turn bright red with hives almost instantly from head to toe. It’s not fun to realize your sweet little boy is using his limited communication skills to convey that he wants you to put Neosporin on his tongue because it’s swelling and itching so badly.

I know we could have it much worse, IgE-wise. I know many families whose children are severely anaphylactic to numerous items, making it potentially deadly for them to ever leave the house or eat anything they didn’t prepare themselves.

But one year with an Epi-pen has been not fun for us in every possible way. Whether one or twenty triggers, having an Epi-pen means my child may fight for life from one moment to the next based on one single bite of food.

And people wonder why we never leave the house, and why I’m paranoid about anyone babysitting my kids!

Wonder no more, folks. It’s because we have an Epi-pen, and live in a world with people like this

And I happen to love my children fiercely, and want them to, you know, stay alive.

The reason people are scared to babysit my kids: compounded dipenhydramine, scissors to cut open the capsules, syringe to administer the dose, and the Epi-pen for reactions too severe for dipenhydramine. We carry this with us everywhere.

The reason people are scared to babysit my kids: compounded dipenhydramine, scissors to cut open the capsules, syringe to administer the dose, and the Epi-pens for reactions too severe for dipenhydramine. We carry this with us everywhere.

Having an Epi-pen has made me a different mother than I thought I would be. Knowing how “helicopterish” I must be about food for my kiddos made me start being FAR more Free-Range in other parenting aspects.

I let Jed do things other kids his age aren’t allowed to do; climbing on tall objects, using butter knives at the dinner table, exploring the world and talking to everyone. Kids have to have SOME independence, after all…and mine sure as shootin’ aren’t going to get it via their food choices for some time to come!

So there’s a bright side to everything, I guess. It’s just…I don’t know if this bright side is enough to offset the cloudy darkness of living with an Epi-pen in our back pockets at every moment.

Do you live with an Epi-pen? How do you handle the fear for your kiddos?

 

An Evening at the Summers House

As dinner time approached last night, I got the kids occupied in the living room with an episode of SuperWHY. (Cue Mommy guilt that I’m using TV as a babysitter and not involving my kids in the cooking process. But Zac refused to go into his bouncy chair in the kitchen – that child has amazing trunk strength and can nearly flip himself upside down when I’m holding him to avoid being set down where he doesn’t want to be!)

I cooked a shrimp stir fry for Darrel and Jed and Hamburger Hash for me. Most of the way through with cooking, Darrel came home from work. The kids were super excited to see daddy and now Jed was in the kitchen helping while Darrel held Zac and observed.

Jed pulled the bouncy chair over to the stove and started saying “Yummy! Jed eat one fish?!” Meaning shrimp.

At that point, though, the shrimp were still hard as a rock, straight from the freezer. So I told him “No, baby. You won’t like these shrimp because they’re too hard and cold.”

Begin tantrum #1. Jed threw himself on the floor face first and wailed…”Jed eat fish!!”

Sigh…

I looked at Darrel and told him that Jed had actually been REALLY good all day, and this was the first behavior like this I had seen.

Cooking continued. After a few minutes of fit pitching on the floor, Jed decided to try again. He climbed back on the bouncy chair (using it as a step stool, not a chair) right in front of the stove (blocking my access to everything) and repeated: “Jed eat one fish?”

I again told him these SHRIMP were not warm enough to eat yet…but he could help me with the noodles while we waited!

That worked to distract him! Well, for a couple minutes, anyway.  Then it was “Jed eat one fish?”…again.

That kept up until finally I figured the shrimp were heated through enough. So I picked one out of the pan and held it out to Jed. “Blow on it, baby; it’s hot!” I cautioned him.

He gave an obligatory blow or two then shoved that shrimp into his mouth! Making “mmm” noises the whole time he ate, I used the time to do some stirring and flipping on the stove.

From behind me came a little voice: “Jed eat two fish, Mommy!”

Geez! He’d barely swallowed the first shrimp I let him snitch from the stove and he already wanted another! I told him “No, baby, you need to wait for dinner.”

Cue tantrum #2. Face down on the floor, wailing like he was being tortured.

A few minutes later dinner was ready. I chopped up some tomatos to drop on top of the fake-scampi dish because Jed has been VERY into tomatos the last few days.

Some meals, all he ate was the tomatos that we diced and put on top!

As I finished chopping tomatos, I grabbed plates. Jed yelled out “Daddy come! Dinner ready!”, which was so cute and precious it almost made up for the tantrums.

Jed told me he wanted to eat off his Thomas plate, so I dished up some pasta onto it, dished up Darrel’s plate, then grabbed tomatos and dropped them on both plates.

Cue tantrum #3. “NO TATOS (tomatos) ON JED PLATE!!!”

Seriously, kiddo? Darrel came to see what the latest fit pitching was about and had the same exact thought as me. “Wow, Mommy – the audacity of giving him what he’s been begging for for days. How dare you?!”

“I know,” I said. To Jed: “Go to the table, Jed. You can pick off the tomatos and not eat them.”  (Increase crying at that news.)

I just stepped around him and took the plates to the dinner table, and when everything was finally where it needed to be and Jed was still laying face down on the kitchen floor wailing I said “Jed, do you want me to help you pick off the tomatos?”

INSTANT SILENCE – BIG SMILE “yes, mommy!” And he jumped up and ran to the table.

Are you kidding me??

Sigh…

So we all sat down to dinner. I helped picked tomatos off Jed’s plate, and he started eating.

Zac decided that was his moment to shine. He started wiggle worming in Darrel’s arms, so I commented that he must be hungry.

I tried to nurse him while I was eating, but oh, no! Zac WAS hungry, but he didn’t want milk – he wanted OUR food!

Since none of our food has yet been deemed safe for him, he can’t have any of it.

A few more attempts at nursing that failed and I tried to put him in the bouncy chair. Again, he contorted his body and screamed bloody murder about that idea. So we put him down in the living room. (cue mommy feeling like crap because she has to exclude her baby from dinner thanks to FPIES and his insatiable desire to put everything in his mouth; it makes it dangerous to let him walk around the dining room or porch when we are eating. So we get to enjoy the sounds of Zac – understandably – wailing the whole time we eat because he’s been physically banished from the family. I hate FPIES.)

About that time Jed decided that he wanted to play while he ate…with a bungee cord and a vacuum cleaner extension tube.

No good can come from that at the dinner table, so Darrel took it away from him.

Cue tantrum #4.

Ah…dinner time with two small children. Nothing like the sound of SCREAMS to make dining a more pleasant, enjoyable experience!!

Finally Jed decided to eat some more, and he scarfed down the rest of his shrimp and then left the table to run around. After telling him to sit down (because he hadn’t been excused – believe it or not we ARE working on manners!) he proceeded to throw himself down on his chair, wailing.

Tantrum #5.

Zac was still screaming from the living room.

Jed finished his tantrum, got up, and closed the door to the house so he wouldn’t have to hear Zac screaming any more! Then he tried to play and again, we reminded him that he needed to come sit down.

Cue tantrum #6.

This was also when I realized that I KNEW why Jed was tantruming like this! At the health food store earlier, they had small samples of chicken cooked in their special spice rubs. Jed, of course, wanted a sample. I read the ingredients, saw that it contained garlic powder, but decided it would be okay because the chicken pieces were so small, and the quantity of garlic powder would be incredibly minimal. Um, nope! Apparently the smallest exposure of garlic sends Jed’s Fructose Malabsorption into overload – he went from angel child to out of control child within 3 hours of the chicken ingestion. WOW!

Finally I told him that if he got up from the table again, we would take his plate away and he would not be given any more food for the rest of the night.

A few minutes later he got up; we took away his plate and his big complaint? “Daddy no eat Jed’s Thomas plate!”

Well, dinner was over, so it was time for showers and bed.

Both kids went into the shower, and I got Zac out to dry off and dress for bed. Jed wanted to play in the shower a little longer, so I was already nursing Zac when he got out. Darrel took Jed to the living room to dress him for bed, so I started nursing Zac at 8:00 p.m. and finished at about 8:50 p.m.

I went out to join the boys in the living room (Jed took a late nap so we knew he wouldn’t go to bed at 8:00 like normal and were letting him burn off energy in the living room) and watched a whopping 5 minutes of TV before – Zac woke up crying!

We got kisses from Jed, then I laid down to nurse Zac again while Darrel tried to put Jed to sleep. Only, Jed didn’t want to go to bed in HIS bed. He wanted to go to bed in “Mommy, Daddy, Zac bed!”

So we let him climb up next to us; all 4 of us were in bed at 9:00 p.m. together. Ah…I love when the whole family is snuggling in bed!

I fell asleep nursing Zac this second time around. Apparently Jed started talking and counting out loud, so Darrel took him to his room. At 10:00 p.m. Darrel came and woke me up (he knew I needed to get some things done before flying to work today) and I was up for a whole 5 minutes before Jed came peeking around the corner. He still wasn’t asleep! And now, he wanted Mommy to put him to bed.

So, into Jed’s room I went, kissing Darrel good-night as I went. We snuggled in the bed and I FINALLY got him to lay still. Sure enough, I fell asleep.

About 11:30 p.m. I woke up, carefully climbed out of Jed’s toddler bed (yes, I managed to fall asleep on a toddler bed. Who’s tired?) and went to work in the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, Zac woke up to nurse again.

So, back to the bedroom, lay down to nurse Zac, and I zonked out immediately.

Then I slept until 4:00 a.m., when I woke up from nightmares. Since I hadn’t gotten anything done the night before, I just decided to be up for the day and get my work done. Ugh.

Sadly, this is an extreme example, but still is a far too normal a night in our house.

Isn’t sleep deprivation a form of torture?

This is why parents of teenagers embarrass their kids; it’s payback for the first 5 years of life!

How do your evenings go? Please say we’re not the only ones with kids that tantrum and fight sleep like this!

Cilantro Lime Chicken Skewers

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Now that summer is in full swing, one thing we’ve started up in the Summers household is using The Grill.

I love the grill because Darrel is in charge of grilling (less work for me) and other than wadding up the foil and throwing it away there are no dishes involved (less work for me). Seeing a theme here?

This isn’t really a new recipe, but more a re-working of an old one. We were already starting to get a little burned out on steaks and hamburgers on the grill, so I thought about doing chicken one day and remembered how much Darrel and Jed liked the Cilantro-Lime Crockpot Chicken.

Why not turn it into a kebob?

So, I did!

It’s really simple, y’all:

Chop up the chicken into slightly larger than bite sized pieces.

Chopped up chicken

Chopped up chicken

Throw them in a Ziploc bag.

Toss in your spices: sea salt, black pepper, and paprika. I know the original recipe calls for cayenne and chili powder, but Darrel and Jed were both complaining that it was too spicy for them the last two times I made it so I decided to downgrade the spicy factor for my family. Feel free to use the original spice mix if you’re like me and enjoy spicy foods!

Everything in the bag, ready to smoosh!

Everything in the bag, ready to smoosh!

Throw in the marinade: olive oil, lime juice and cilantro. In the crockpot recipe, I blended it all in a food processor to make a nice smooth marinade. Two days ago when I made this I was feeling very tired and therefore very lazy…I just chopped the cilantro into smaller pieces and tossed it all in the bag and smooshed it up.

It worked just fine, so if you’re in need of a short cut, that’ll do it!

After you’ve smooshed the bag around and covered all the chicken pieces, squeeze the air out of the bag, lay it on a plate (to catch any accidental leakage) and put it in the fridge to marinade. Longer is always better with a marinade, but in our case I put the chicken in the fridge at about 10:00 a.m. and used it at about 5:00 p.m. So however long you have will be good enough, I’m sure. (Do try and get at least a few hours of soaking in, though!)

About an hour before you want to make your skewers, take the wooden skewers and put the in a bowl of water to soak. This will keep the sticks from burning too much in the grill.

That’s a good time to also chop up any veggies you plan to use. For this, only your imagination can hold you back! (Well, that and the limitations of what you have in your fridge!)

I had a bell pepper, three whole mushrooms, cauliflower and an onion. So, that’s what went on our skewers.

I chopped things into nice bite sized pieces, then Jed helped me load the skewers. I tried to make sure there was a piece of onion next to every piece of chicken, and at least 4 pieces of chicken on each skewer, but beyond that it was very much “whatever Jed grabbed to stick on the skewer”.

That’s okay, though, because he had a blast helping me in the kitchen, and they turned out really delicious!

Skewers ready to go on the grill...

Skewers ready to go on the grill…

Darrel fired up the grill, and when it was ready he laid out a piece of foil. We decided to only use the actual grill part for foods that are safe for the whole family, and chicken is not yet on that list. So that explains the foil. These would work just fine directly on the grill itself, though.

Jed overseeing the grilling...he's a little forlorn looking because he was getting too close to the grill and got chastised. Sucks being three, huh?

Jed overseeing the grilling…he’s a little forlorn looking because he was getting too close to the grill and got chastised. Sucks being three, huh?

When they were done, Darrel loaded them up on a plate while I chopped some roma tomatos.

Cooked and almost ready to eat!

Cooked and almost ready to eat!

Putting tomatos directly on the skewers would have been delicious, but we try not to cook tomatos in our house because of Jed’s Fructose Malabsorption. Apparently cooking tomatos makes them more “fructose-y”. So we just tossed raw, chopped up tomatos on top and it was gorgeous!

Dinner is served!

Dinner is served!

The best part? Cleanup involved tossing a plastic bag, a piece of foil, cleaning 1 knife and two plates. Ah…I love summertime grilling!

Cilantro Lime Chicken Skewers
 
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Serves: 8 skewers
Ingredients
  • 3 chicken breasts
  • ½ to ¾ c. cilantro
  • ½ c. lime juice
  • 1 T. olive oil
  • Spices: sea salt, black pepper, and your choice of paprika, cayenne, and/or chili powder
  • ½ onion
  • 1 bell pepper
  • veggies of choice: tomato, mushroom, cauliflower, squash
  • 8 bamboo skewers
Instructions
  1. Chop your chicken into bite sized pieces.
  2. Coat your chicken pieces with the spices. It's easiest to do this by throwing the spices in a Ziploc bag and tossing it around, a la shake 'n bake!
  3. Add the cilantro, lime juice and olive oil to a food processor to make a marinade (or short cut it and just throw it all in the Ziploc bag with the chicken as is!)
  4. Smoosh the bag around until the chicken pieces are all covered in spices and marinade; put in the fridge for at least 3 hours, preferably longer. Overnight would not be too long.
  5. Two hours before grilling, place the bamboo skewers in water to soak.
  6. One hour before grilling, begin cutting your veggies into bite sized pieces.
  7. Make your skewers: stack the veggies and meat on the skewers in whatever order you would like.
  8. Heat up your grill, lay the skewers on the grill, and cook about 15 minutes total, turning halfway through cooking.
  9. Top with chopped up tomatos, if you like, and enjoy a healthy grilled summer dish!
Notes
For fructose friendliness, simply discard the onion after cooking.

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