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Music to my ears July 29, 2010

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Last week D was in music camp every afternoon for 90 minutes.  On the first day I arrived back to be told that he had brought nothing for a snack so they went and bought him apple juice.  I thanked them and told them that I would bring a snack for him the next day.  I work on Tuesday so M brought him, and his snack the next day but I knew that when I brought him on Wednesday it was time for “The Food Talk”.  He has attended music class all year but it was an hour long and there was no food involved.  Even if he didn’t eat while there I still have to consider the fact that other children will be eating and therefore there is a risk of him being exposed to something.

Wednesday rolled around and I started the talk.  The music teacher became more stunned (and frightened) by the minute but took it all on board.  At one point I told her that D had an apple and Tuc biscuits with him but then pointed out that regardless of the fact that he was going to eat a Tuc biscuit today, she was never to give him Tuc because there is no milk in the snack pack Tuc (foil wrapped pack of 15 mini Tuc) but there is milk in the regular pack – go figure.  I explained that one of the reasons why D is home schooled is because I don’t trust people to feed him.  I don’t trust him (and others) around other peoples food.  Children eat milk in everything, it is everywhere and I am not happy with that high level of risk of exposure.

She then told me something that made my heart smile.  She told me that she wouldn’t have known that D is homeschooled as his social skills are completely appropriate and he is a very outgoing child.  YAY J  She also told me that if we are bored and in need of a change some day she would be happy to take him for an hour for music theory, free of charge.  WOW!  I thought she was lovely before, but I know she is now.

Then on Friday she asked if I knew any 5 – 10 year olds who would be interested in a theatrical music camp for 3 days this week.  My straight away thought was… D!  And then she said that because D had been to music camp last week he was welcome to go along to this weeks camp for free.  YAY again.

The child has hardly been at home all month.  He had tennis the first week (1.5 hours per day), Church camp the second (2 hours a day for all 7 days of the week), tennis (1.5hrs) and music (1.5hrs) the third week and this week he has tennis (1.5hrs) and music (2hrs for 3 days).  Tennis camp has been extended by a week and needless to say he will be going and then the following week we are going to Cork for a few days to coincide with his immunology appointment but come August 12th we will have nothing to do.  I had better start booking up play dates now J

I don’t write about the kids much July 29, 2010

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And now I have done it twice in a row.

J is a talker.  D wasn’t.  We struggled to understand him for a long time and translated what he said for even longer.  He signed a lot which limited his frustration and lots of the signs lingered.  Even now he still likes to sign.  J on the other hand talks.  All the time.  He is his Mamma’s son.  I show him a sign while saying the word and he brushes off the sign and tries to say the word.

I sat making a list of J’s words (I am up to 68) but I was having a really hard time distinguishing between his receptive & expressive language (what I know he can understand and what I know he can say).  He understands everything I say to him but obviously can’t say it all.  The kid understands 3 part instructions.  Take for example his clothes.  He knows where his socks, trousers, tshirt, jumper etc are but they are all called kyah.  The same goes for body parts… knows them all but they are all called dehdeyah (there they are).  I realised last night that when D was 21 months he knew at least red, yellow and blue and J doesn’t know any colours… or at least not that I know of.  I bet if I start with him in the morning he will be identifying and saying at least those 3 by the end of the week.

He picks up words so fast, in part because D is around talking to him all the time.  I really don’t want to hot house him but I am interested to see what I can get into his vocabulary in a few days.  Time to root out the first words book, especially as it is something that D can do with us.

For future reference here are his words at 20 months.

all gone
apple
ball
banana
bath
bathroom
bed
bird
biscuit
book
bread
Buckle
bus
car
carry
cat
chair
Chaya
clothes
coke
covers
Dadda
Daniel
dirty
dog
door
down
drink
garden
girl
Goodbye
Grandad
Grandma
Hello
Horse
house
key
Laura
Mamma
man
Mick
milk
more
Nanna
no
now
pants
pen
penis
Phone
plaster
poo
porridge
pot
shoes
spoon
strawberries
tablets
tea
thanks
there
toilet
up
van
water
window
wine
yes

Music to my ears July 28, 2010

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Last week D was in music camp every afternoon for 90 minutes.  On the first day I arrived back to be told that he had brought nothing for a snack so they went and bought him apple juice.  I thanked them and told them that I would bring a snack for him the next day.  I work on Tuesday so M brought him, and his snack the next day but I knew that when I brought him on Wednesday it was time for “The Food Talk”.  He has attended music class all year but it was an hour long and there was no food involved.  Even if he didn’t eat while there I still have to consider the fact that other children will be eating and therefore there is a risk of him being exposed to something.

Wednesday rolled around and I started the talk.  The music teacher became more stunned (and frightened) by the minute but took it all on board.  At one point I told her that D had an apple and Tuc biscuits with him but then pointed out that regardless of the fact that he was going to eat a Tuc biscuit today, she was never to give him Tuc because there is no milk in the snack pack Tuc (foil wrapped pack of 15 mini Tuc) but there is milk in the regular pack – go figure.  I explained that one of the reasons why D is home schooled is because I don’t trust people to feed him.  I don’t trust him (and others) around other peoples food.  Children eat milk in everything, it is everywhere and I am not happy with that high level of risk of exposure.

She then told me something that made my heart smile.  She told me that she wouldn’t have known that D is homeschooled as his social skills are completely appropriate and he is a very outgoing child.  YAY J  She also told me that if we are bored and in need of a change some day she would be happy to take him for an hour for music theory, free of charge.  WOW!  I thought she was lovely before, but I know she is now.

Then on Friday she asked if I knew any 5 – 10 year olds who would be interested in a theatrical music camp for 3 days this week.  My straight away thought was… D!  And then she said that because D had been to music camp last week he was welcome to go along to this weeks camp for free.  YAY again.

The child has hardly been at home all month.  He had tennis the first week (1.5 hours per day), Church camp the second (2 hours a day for all 7 days of the week), tennis (1.5hrs) and music (1.5hrs) the third week and this week he has tennis (1.5hrs) and music (2hrs for 3 days).  Tennis camp has been extended by a week and needless to say he will be going and then the following week we are going to Cork for a few days to coincide with his immunology appointment but come August 12th we will have nothing to do.  I had better start booking up play dates now J

A note July 27, 2010

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I just realised that I had some posts in draft form that I needed to post so scroll down and you will find more to read 🙂

Damage control July 27, 2010

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In the 3 months since we moved into the borrowing house my eating habits have yoyoed all over the place.  Needless to say this has had a detrimental effect on my weight.  Yesterday morning, when I got up, I was 7kg heavier than the day I hit my goal weight on March 19th.  I have been aware of the extra weight for a while but have not actually acknowledged that it is there and needs to be sorted until last Friday when I put on a pair of skinny jeans, struggled to pull them up and finally acknowledged that they were too small and took them off.  I haven’t grown out of any clothes in the last 18 months and it was not a nice feeling.  Most of the 7kg has gone onto my thighs which I am not happy about in the slightest as my thighs are big enough without extra weight going on them.

So yesterday I started tracking again but more importantly than that I stopped buying Natural Confectionary Company Jelly Snakes.  Oh, how I love those snakes.  There are 8 points in a bag of snakes which is bad enough but I don’t only eat them.  Because if I am eating the snakes then I am also eating 6 dark chocolate rice cakes (9 points) and usually sugar popcorn from lidl (14).  So 8 points is not *that* bad but a total of 31 points (and €6) on junk in a day is way too much.  It is beyond way too much.  It is gaining 7kg in 3 months!  It is also up to €150 a month on junk food that is doing nothing good for me

Yesterday we went for a walk in the afternoon to the filling station and I resisted the urge to buy anything sweet for me and I was happy that I did.  7kg now could so easily be 20kg by Christmas and I.am.not.going.there!

I am exploring the idea of buying a Wii for us all to play with but also so that I can work out and play at the same time.  I have found a second hand one for €150.  Now I just need to convince M that it is a good idea J

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I keep expecting someone to change the mirrors back to “real” mirrors and that I will stop seeing the thin woman in my reflection.  I continue to be surprised by it, even though it has been like that for months now.  Interestingly I have stopped looking to the back of the clothes rail (where the 18/20/22’s are kept) and now automatically go for the size 14.

I am bored with my clothes.  My sister calls them my uniform.  I wear long sleeve tshirts and jeans, all the time.  The last round of long sleeve tshirts that I bought was before I went to the US & they have been washed and dried too many times at this stage and are short, both in the body and in the sleeve so all I need to do it raise up my arm & the sleeve is half way up my arm and I have 4” of midriff showing.  Thankfully I wear a €7 plastic surgery control vest so no one is seeing the waves of size 24 skin on a size 14 body.  It is time to retire those tshirts but I am not ready to retire the style.

I bought new clothes yesterday and to be honest I didn’t even bother with the 16’s.  If the 14 didn’t fit I didn’t bother with the item, because I am not a 16.  If I let myself be a 16 in this item of clothing then I am giving myself permission to be a 16 in the items that I am currently a 14 in.  I have to say that I love Penneys.  Yesterday I got 2 black long sleeve tshirts (sleeves are long enough for my longer than average arms and the body is long enough to have me raise up my arms and not even pull it up as far as my belt), a pair of black track bottoms for evening wear (I don’t wear track bottoms out in public any more) and a black cardigan with the long hanging down in the front bits (I am sure it has a proper name but I am not up on fashion to know what it is called).  I have been looking for the cardigan for a long time but the sleeves are always too small (both in the length and the size of the upper arms) but this one is perfect.  All in all I spent €27 in Penneys, and could have spent more if I had had it with me.  I will go back for more tshirts later in the week while D is in camp & then get rid of the old ones.

In June of last year I bought 3 tshirts in AWear.  Being able to buy anything in AWear blew my mind at the time and now I wouldn’t bother going in but only because I don’t like their stuff.

I have stopped wearing my maternity tshirts in bed at night and have retired the AWear tshirts to bedtime use only.  It is now time to photograph all of my plus size maternity wear and list them for sale.  If I ever get pregnant again I won’t be wearing them, I will be buying myself a full set of thin girl maternity clothes.

Damage Control July 27, 2010

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In the 3 months since we moved into the borrowing house my eating habits have yoyoed all over the place.  Needless to say this has had a detrimental effect on my weight.  Yesterday morning, when I got up, I was 7kg heavier than the day I hit my goal weight on March 19th.  I have been aware of the extra weight for a while but have not actually acknowledged that it is there and needs to be sorted until last Friday when I put on a pair of skinny jeans, struggled to pull them up and finally acknowledged that they were too small and took them off.  I haven’t grown out of any clothes in the last 18 months and it was not a nice feeling.  Most of the 7kg has gone onto my thighs which I am not happy about in the slightest as my thighs are big enough without extra weight going on them.

So yesterday I started tracking again but more importantly than that I stopped buying Natural Confectionary Company Jelly Snakes.  Oh, how I love those snakes.  There are 8 points in a bag of snakes which is bad enough but I don’t only eat them.  Because if I am eating the snakes then I am also eating 6 dark chocolate rice cakes (9 points) and usually sugar popcorn from lidl (14).  So 8 points is not *that* bad but a total of 31 points (and €6) on junk in a day is way too much.  It is beyond way too much.  It is gaining 7kg in 3 months!  It is also up to €150 a month on junk food that is doing nothing good for me.

Yesterday we went for a walk in the afternoon to the filling station and I resisted the urge to buy anything sweet for me and I was happy that I did.  7kg now could so easily be 20kg by Christmas and I.am.not.going.there!

I am exploring the idea of buying a Wii for us all to play with but also so that I can work out and play at the same time.  I have found a second hand one for €150.  Now I just need to convince M that it is a good idea J

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I keep expecting someone to change the mirrors back to “real” mirrors and that I will stop seeing the thin woman in my reflection.  I continue to be surprised by it, even though it has been like that for months now.  Interestingly I have stopped looking to the back of the clothes rail (where the 18/20/22’s are kept) and now automatically go for the size 14.

I am bored with my clothes.  My sister calls them my uniform.  I wear long sleeve tshirts and jeans, all the time.  The last round of long sleeve tshirts that I bought was before I went to the US & they have been washed and dried too many times at this stage and are short, both in the body and in the sleeve so all I need to do it raise up my arm & the sleeve is half way up my arm and I have 4” of midriff showing.  Thankfully I wear a €7 plastic surgery control vest so no one is seeing the waves of size 24 skin on a size 14 body.  It is time to retire those tshirts but I am not ready to retire the style.

I bought new clothes yesterday and to be honest I didn’t even bother with the 16’s.  If the 14 didn’t fit I didn’t bother with the item, because I am not a 16.  If I let myself be a 16 in this item of clothing then I am giving myself permission to be a 16 in the items that I am currently a 14 in.  I have to say that I love Penneys.  Yesterday I got 2 black long sleeve tshirts (sleeves are long enough for my longer than average arms and the body is long enough to have me raise up my arms and not even pull it up as far as my belt), a pair of black track bottoms for evening wear (I don’t wear track bottoms out in public any more) and a black cardigan with the long hanging down in the front bits (I am sure it has a proper name but I am not up on fashion to know what it is called).  I have been looking for the cardigan for a long time but the sleeves are always too small (both in the length and the size of the upper arms) but this one is perfect.  All in all I spent €27 in Penneys, and could have spent more if I had had it with me.  I will go back for more tshirts later in the week while D is in camp & then get rid of the old ones.

In June of last year I bought 3 tshirts in AWear.  Being able to buy anything in AWear blew my mind at the time and now I wouldn’t bother going in but only because I don’t like their stuff.

I have stopped wearing my maternity tshirts in bed at night and have retired the AWear tshirts to bedtime use only.  It is now time to photograph all of my plus size maternity wear and list them for sale.  If I ever get pregnant again I won’t be wearing them, I will be buying myself a full set of thin girl maternity clothes.

Guilty Confessions July 20, 2010

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My showers are never less than 10 minutes of hot water

I heat water in my house with am immersion heater, the most expensive way of heating water

I drive to Dublin way more than I should and therefore use way more diesel than I should

I waste more food than I admit to my husband who is horrified if he has to throw out one slice of bread (which he never does, he just leaves it on the counter)

I tumble dry all of my clothes because there is no way clothes would get dry on a clothes horse in my current house & I can’t trust the Irish weather to dry them outside

I rewash laundry if I forgot to dry it

I have been known to drive to the local shop (7 minute walk away)

I run my dishwasher twice a day, at least.

I rinse EVERYTHING before it goes into the dishwasher

I wash my clothes at 40 & my towels and nappies at 60.  The only reason I don’t put anything on at 90 these days is because that setting is broken on my current washing machine.

I am building a 2500sq ft house with a 1000sq ft garage which is way more space than we need but I don’t want to get 5 years down the road and wish I had made it bigger

I will be building the house out of concrete because I DO NOT WANT to live in a timber frame house.

I am ashamed of the length of this list

OK… that is enough for now.

WAIT… I can’t cancel the house insurance policy on my old house because I can’t find the policy number and am therefore eating into the refund I will get as a result of cancelling the policy.

I try to be July 16, 2010

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Yesterday in a conversation with M I said “I am first to admit that I am not a great Mammy”.  It was within the context of the conversation and completely appropriate to the subject matter and to be honest it was the truth.  I don’t think I am a great Mammy (I am not posting that in an attempt to have everyone pat me on the back and tell me that I am wrong).  I get cross too often, I shout way more than I ever thought I would.  I struggle with being a parent on a daily basis.  Now don’t get me wrong, I adore my kids.  I love them and enjoy them immensely but they are hard work and I am first to admit that.

D was moving around and was in and out of the room as the conversation took place and when I said that I didn’t think I was a great Mammy he stopped.still. and informed me that I was wrong, that I am a great Mamma and I shouldn’t say things like that because they are not very nice.  M stepped in and said that I try to be a good Mammy and that he tries to be a great Daddy but that it takes all of us trying at the same time to let it work and that sometimes, when I am the only one trying I can get frustrated and tired and then I am not a great Mammy.  D “ok”’ed this but kept coming abck to me to say “Mamma, you know that you said that you aren’t a great Mamma?  Well, you’re wrong because you are a great Mamma”

Don’t always trust what you read July 13, 2010

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It must be Tuesday again because I am here with something to say and have the time to say it.

I was told at the weekend that D is old enough now to read the food labels and be responsible for checking all of his food.  My personal feeling about that (and the feelings of most of the people that know about the allergy is EH, NO!)  I still check everything.  Things that I bought last week get rechecked because I quite simply don’t know when the manufacturer will change the ingredients and not announce it on the front of the pack.  I still don’t trust many people to feed him and usually look over their shoulder to check for milk content.  I make bread and cakes and biscuits so that we don’t have to risk cross contamination.  I don’t give him jam/nut butter in other peoples houses because of the risk of double dipping the butter knife.  The list of dos and don’ts just goes on and on.

When we visit with my PIL’s we regularly bring an apple tart that we buy in SuperValu because it is the only one that lists the ingredients of the margarine (did you know that there is milk in soft margarine but not in hard?).  Last week I found a coffee cake made by the same people, I checked the ingredients and decided to make an educated guess that the margarine in the cake was the same as in the apple tart.  Other than that there were no milk ingredients listed.  It was lovely.  I ate too much but within an hour I knew ALL ABOUT the fact that I had eaten it and decided, a little late, to check with the manufacturer about the ingredients in the margarine.  I left a message and left it at that.  In the interim I resolved to make my own coffee cake in future (afterall it is not that hard and I have a lovely Kitchen Aid that will do all of the work for me).

Back to my point.  I was driving to work today and I got a call from a number I didn’t recognise, which at the moment I get a lot of, so I answered the phone and was informed that the caller was Anna Harvey of Anna Harvey Foods, the people who make the apple tart.  We spoke about the apple tart and how great it is that the ingredients are listed etc and I asked about the margarine in the coffee cake.  She told me, with a slightly perturbed tone of voice, that there is a buttercream icing on the coffee cake!  Eh, HELLO?  I told her that there was no butter listed on the ingredients because if there was I simply wouldn’t have bought it!  She assured me that she would review the label both to check for the inclusion of butter and to include the ingredients in the margarine.  I thanked her for that and for returning my call.  She then told me that they could make any of their cakes with margarine instead of butter so if I ever want a cake for the weekend I can ring them on a Monday or Tuesday and they will make one specifically for me, label it for me and send it up with the regular order that drops stuff off on Thursdays.  Now I am perfectly capable (and looking forward to the act) of making a coffee cake myself but that was incredibly generous of her as she could simply have told me to enjoy the apple tart and hung up the phone.

So a big up to Anna Harvey Foods for their willingness to review their labels, for returning my call and for their generous offer to modify their recipes to cater for our needs.  But all of this has made me realise that I can’t even trust the labels now.  What else has been left off the ingredients?

Our local Presbyterian church runs a free Summer camp every year and last year it was D’s introduction to the concept of staying somewhere without me.  It was a tough few days then but I am glad we did it as he went on to attend music, swimming & tennis classes throughout the year.  This morning he went to this years camp (he missed yesterday because we were in Dublin for the day) with his drink & his bag with a pot of Cheerios and a fruit leather for snack time.  As I ran through the emergency procedure I wondered what it would be like if anything actually did happen to him?  My telephone number is on the inside of the emergency bag and as I am in work the number was pretty useless in the event of an emergency so I, with a biro, wrote M’s number up D’s arm (it was the safest place for it J ).  He decided himself what would be a good thing for a snack this morning and packed his own bag.  He danced around the hall for 15 minutes asking when we were going to be leaving.  He stopped every now and then to ask J if he (D) was going to camp, to which J would reply yes.  J would then be asked if he was excited that D was going to camp, to which J would make the excited face and D would reply, “I know, it’s very exciting” and the dance would continue.  I can’t get over the change in him in a year.