Barbeque Kittens
July 31, 2008
So tonight, we had “barbeque kittens” for dinner. Actually, we had barbeque chicken (Cookies makes a yummy GF bbq sauce) but that’s what Gav calls it. He’s been really funny lately. He knows it’s chicken, but he finds kittens much more funny. His sense of humor is really coming out as well as his conversation. Is it all the supplements he’s been taking? I gotta think so.
Here’s a few things that have happened over the last couple of days:
I have this beautiful dollhouse my dad made for me when I was little and Gavin loves to play with it-especially the little tiny doors. There is a family that “lives” there and Gav was playing with the baby making it go up and down the stairs. He would walk it around the house saying, “walk, walk, walk”. THIS IS HUGE!!!!!!!!! That was total pretend play. You have to understand something. Gavin does not pretend play. It’s a definite sign of spectrum disorder. Children on the spectrum have to be taught how to pretend. It’s so sad really. But this is such a huge step for him. He’s done this a couple of times now with the baby and I get chills every time he does. He’s playing like a typical child should.
Along the lines of pretend play, Gav found an old cell phone of mine and the battery still worked, so it lit up and he could push buttons. He was frantically punching numbers and PRETENDING to talk to someone and I jokingly told him to be careful or he might call China. Several hours later he was again playing with the phone and I asked him who he was calling. “China” he replied almost sarcastically. Oh yeah. He’s making progress.
I’ve also been desperately trying to get all these supplements in him every day and I have to say, I’m not doing well. It’s not Gavin at all, I just usually keep forgetting. There are so many at so many different times of the day that my brain has a tendency to block everything. One of the few times I did remember I decided to mix the concoction in his apple juice. This did not go over well. I had a taste after he carried around his full cup for an hour and I realized that I wouldn’t even drink the stuff. It was nasty. So yesterday, I’m pouring him some juice (sans pills) and he says, “I don’t want any vitamins, mommy.” He’s on to me.
One Little Pill
July 28, 2008
I know I’m not like most of the rest of America, but I don’t really like food. Sure, you’ll get me every time with a decadent piece of chocolate anything, but other than that, I could really leave it sitting on grocery store shelves. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I wish we could get all we needed (vitamins and nutrients, etc) from a pill. I would gladly take a pill every day that supplied my body with all it needed without having to grocery shop, prepare and cook. I’m not much of a cook and I don’t see myself ever really becoming one. I just don’t like it. I have a few friends who love it. I often wish I liked to cook-the food they prepare is incredible, but I just can’t seem to get over the fact that I really don’t like it.
Since beginning this journey with Gavin and being made aware that what we put into our bodies truly dictates how we feel, I dislike food even more. American diets are awful and so is most of the food we buy at the store. Since I had to start REALLY reading labels, there’s not much out there that is even good for us (in the way of packaged food). There is “stuff” added to everything, including organic items. Now that Gavin has to be careful of sugar, it’s been another uphill battle to provide him with food sans sugar. It might be GF/CF, but it still contains sugar. I feel like I can’t win. (Trust me, I’ve contemplated going raw, but I don’t think Josh is ready for that. I think we’d all feel better, but I have a lot more research to do first).
Because of Gavin’s “leaky gut” and because food in general is stripped of all the good stuff, he now takes an enzyme with every meal, vitamin D drops once a day, 6 vitamins, probiotics, another probiotic 4 times a day, fish oil, and a liquid vitamin. And let me tell you, this boy is a trooper. He gladly accepts everything I give him and we’ve tried hard to make his fish oil tastier by adding it to applesauce with lots of cinnamon. Poor kid. No one should have to take that stuff.
Is it too much to ask for someone to create a super vitamin to cover everything we need? I would much rather pop a pill in the morning and be good for the rest of the day. But that’s just me.