Boo. First off, I apologize once again that real life has gotten in the way. Every day I think "I really need to sit down and write on the blog" and then the day goes by and once again, I'm a little further behind. I last wrote on April 3, mad at JJ's dr. Well, on Tuesday he goes back to the dr, so we will see how his three weeks without milk and cheese has helped him (or not).
We finished the rest of that week with nothing extraordinary happening. I was still cleaning, going through boxes, shredding stuff, and throwing stuff out. JJ was out of school on April 6 (Good Friday), and it was a rainy day. We spent the day inside, hanging out, watching movies. Friday evening, I started feeling a bit achey, but I thought it was the weather, raw emotions, and having not done anything that day. Saturday, we woke up and decided to head to Golden Corral for breakfast. I was still semi-achey but had no fever. We got home, and I progressively felt worse. I put back on my pajamas and a sweatshirt, and pretty much vegged out the rest of the morning. Hubs and JJ decided to go outside to work on JJ riding his bike. He had only worked once before with Hubs and Grammie, and JJ still wasn't sure he wanted to be riding without training wheels at this point (I think it was in December.) Well, Saturday, April 7th, JJ was ready. They weren't outside very long at all before Hubs hollered for me to come out. So, I walk out as fast as my achey body will let me. And there is JJ riding around and around in our circle. He still needed help getting started, but even the few minutes while I was out there, JJ "got it" and started by himself as well. It totally helped that he was a bit too tall for the bike and could just put his feet down if he felt unsure at all. It helped give him the confidence because he wasn't falling over in the beginning. He and Daddy rode their bikes up and down the street most of the day.
I started running a fever and was pretty useless for anything. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought I was getting the flu, but I had gotten my flu shot in January. But I definitely had aches, fever, chills, hot flashes...and plain just being miserable. I was trying to drink lots of cold water to regulate my temperature because I just didn't know what I could take for a fever with my high blood pressure and the medication I am taking. I got through the weekend feeling awful. I tried to stay away from the boys because I wanted to get over my sickness and keep them from feeling as bad as I was feeling. My temp got as high as 102.4...I finally called Momma and asked her what I could take to help the fever. She told me the name of the medicine, and Monday morning, we all packed up and headed to walmart to find the medicine that I needed plus get cough drops. I couldn't find the medication I was looking for, so I went up to the pharmacy and noticed that it was behind the counter. I bought the medicine for flu and cold because it helped with aches, headaches, and fever. I kept taking the meds in the morning and in the evening. I believe it was Tuesday evening, I finally broke the fever. It was gross. I was all hot and sweaty, but my fever was only 99. I kept drinking the fluids and taking the meds. By Thursday, my temp was normal, but Hubs was now sick. I still had this awful cough; my chest hurt, my throat hurt...it was awful. Hubs and I pretty much grunted and groaned at each other all week. Thank goodness we knew what the other was trying to say. JJ was so confused.
I hated that we were sick all Spring Break. Thankfully, JJ never got sick. And he was able to go out and ride his bike on his own. Because Hubs and I were good for nothing parents.
So, between cleaning the week before and then being sick all spring break, I just stayed away from the blog. I didn't feel up to sitting in front of the laptop for any extended amount of time.
The end of spring break, Hubs and I received some news. It was good news, but the timing for us to receive this news wasn't good. It upset us both, and our emotions are raw anyway, so we have spent some time trying to not be so raw about the news. It's not our news to share, so I won't share :) (in other words, don't ask, LOL.) So, in dealing with my raw emotions, I took another week away from writing. I was afraid I would write something and feelings would get hurt, and I was truly of the mindset "Who cares if feelings are hurt? This is MY blog, and it's how I deal with stuff." It doesn't mean that I don't WANT to be happy for the news. But you just have to understand. You have to.
Hubs and I didn't get to make the trip over spring break, which turned out to be a blessing since we were both so sick. But in not making the trip, we were unable to see his family and have time to grieve with his parents. We had wanted to make the trip and have the time to properly grieve because I don't think everyone will be "over" the grieving part until this can be done. We had the chance to grieve with my Momma and Grandmutter and JJ because they were here the day we got the news. Then my parents came back up the next day. Hubs has talked to his parents over the phone, but a phone call isn't the same. Sometimes you just need to feel your Momma's arms around you and have a good cry. I am fully aware of this. We didn't want the first time we saw his parents to be the weekend that his brother gets married. I wanted that weekend to be a happy weekend. Even if it would be hard to put on a happy face, everyone deserves their own special day to be all about them. We are hoping to get to town early on Friday and send the kids to play so that we can have a few moments with his parents to grieve. We want to be able to spend the rest of the weekend surrounded in the happiness and love of adding a new Aleman to the family.
We got 2 more boxes off to goodwill this week. I have one more box almost full. We've moved JJ's bed back to his original room. We weren't able to make the trip to get the bed from SC. We bought a new vacuum cleaner the week before spring break, and during spring break, we vacuumed the living room. It was nasty. Hubs vacuums once a week, and the amount of stuff that our old cleaner wasn't picking up was just plain gross. Just from the living room, he had to empty the catch twice. Then he did the furniture and had to empty all of the cat hair. I am hoping we continue to notice a difference in JJ's breathing now that we have a vacuum that is REALLY picking up the dust and cat hair. We did JJ's room today, and again, gross. I wish we didn't have carpet. It would be so much easier to keep the dust and cat hair under control. One day....one day...
Hubs finally did hear from the job. He had to get a physical and a shot, and then had to wait for an appointment for a psych evaluation. Hoping that all goes well with that on Tuesday, he should hear back with a start date. Please pray that the results come back quickly so that he can start work soon.
I am still cleaning. :sigh: Not sure it will ever be done. But I feel good about what we've accomplished. We haven't done our Friday pizza/movie night in a few weeks because of sickness and being out of town. Today we are having our pizza and movie night. We will be watching New Moon. Girls, I know you are jealous that you don't have boys as awesome as I have. :)
Plus, when I am sick, they take such good care of me. Monday, I had an appointment to check my platelet count. They were up to 112k from 53k the previous visit!! I was very happy, as was Donald the lab guy. I saw the dr on Wednesday morning, and she was all "your counts are finally over 100...still not great, but better than they have been." Well, boo to your Ms. Blood dr. Donald and I were VERY happy with my numbers! So there. But on Wednesday afternoon, around the time that Hubs went to pick up JJ, I could feel a headache coming on. I got off of the computer, stayed away from the kindle, and tried to head the pain off before it became unbearable. (I am no stranger to migraines which I have unfortunately had since my pregnancy with JJ.) The migraine came on pretty quickly along with the getting sick because it was so bad. I was pretty much bedridden the rest of the afternoon except for running to the bathroom. I kept trying to come back to the living room to be with my boys, but I would run right back to the bathroom. Awful. I truly thought I might be dying. So, I prayed that I would feel better and no longer be in pain. and that I would be alive. I felt the need to add in that last part because you never know when God will give you exactly what you ask for but not what you were expecting. I sent the boys to dinner, and I went to sleep. The next think I knew, JJ was giving me hugs and kisses good night. I had been asleep from about 4:30 to 8:00pm. He brushed his teeth and then gave me more hugs and kisses because "Your head is broken, Momma and you have a migraine. I know you don't feel good, so I gave you extra hugs and kisses so that you will feel better!" And he proceeded to kiss me all over my face. I love my kid. Off to bed he went. I checked my alarm; it was set for 0645, and I went back to sleep. I ended up waking up about 1am, but really are you surprised? I had been sleeping since 4:30 in the afternoon!! I felt so much better, but boy was I thirsty. So, what do I do? I drink my diet mountain dew sitting on my dresser that I had poured earlier to try to keep the headache away. Because I thought it might be from not having any caffeine that day. I drank the whole glass. Then I drank a bottle of water and tried to go back to sleep. Nope. I tossed and turned until sometime after 4. And I lay there thinking "Why did I drink that mountain dew? I KNEW better than that!" Next thing I knew, I was waking up because Hubs alarm was going off. My alarm never went off. I sat up looking at my phone, feeling delirious. I was SURE that I had checked it and that it was set. I even pulled the alarm back up and it showed that 0645 was the time it would go off. At least I knew I wasn't completely crazy. Hubs got JJ ready for school, and I finally got out of bed. Hubs got us breakfast on the way home from taking JJ to school. I was so hungry! I lost 3 pounds the day before. I mean, I know I need to lose more weight, but that is NOT how I want to lose it! Later, I mentioned to Hubs about my alarm, and how I thought I was going crazy, and he told me he had turned it off before he went to bed. He wanted me to have a chance to sleep in, and he had planned to get up with JJ and get him showered, dressed, and ready for school. Have I mentioned I love my boys? They might make me think I am going crazy sometimes, but they always have the best of intentions :)
We had gotten a note home before spring break that awards day would be April 20th (today). JJ came home from school one day the week before his break, all excited because #1. his teacher told him he was above his AR goal and #2. his teacher told him that he had raised the most money in his class for the jump rope for heart, and he would be receiving an award and a gold medal. He.was.so.PUMPED. It's all he kept talking about. How he would get an AR (accelerated reading) award this awards day because he was above his goal (and he was...he was 174% of his goal for last nine weeks) and he would get to go to the AR party....and he would get an award and a medal for his jump rope for heart stuff. This week, we kept waiting to get a note letting us know what time the awards were being held, and we never received anything. But JJ kept talking about how he was getting an award because "Mrs. M told me." So this morning I went in to the office to ask, and it was at 8:30. I went back to the car to get Hubs, we signed in, and off we went to the cultural arts center. I told Hubs that JJ should be getting 2 awards, possibly only one because the prizes may not have come in yet for the jump rope....but that he had DEFINITELY reached the goal for the AR award. No. JJ didn't receive a single award. At least now we know why we were never told a time. Only the parents who have a child receiving an award are told what time to be there. But why would you make it a point to tell my child that he is ABOVE his goal if he is not going to receive the award. Now, I could care less about the piece of paper. I KNOW I have an awesome kid, and I know how well he is reading. But my awesome kid? That piece of paper means a lot to him. He wanted that affirmation that he was doing a good job with his reading, that he had met his goal, and he wanted his friends to know how well he was doing. I just wish the teacher wouldn't preach to the kids about reaching the goal and getting an award on awards day...because even if there was a mistake...it won't mean as much to JJ because he didn't get to go up in front of everyone and get the award. :sigh: End Rant.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Great Things Are Coming Up
Things have just been N.U.T.S. around the Aleman household. On top of interviews for Hubs, we've had dr. appointments, car servicing, and cleaning. Oh.The.Cleaning. We have been talking about getting our garage organized for a while now. It had been something in the plans to "be done by July." Then, with everything, we found ourselves putting it off. Well, Friday, we started on the garage. I feel so accomplished! All three shelving units are put together, and the pile that once was everywhere is now only in the very middle and is very small.
The trash went out last night, so that was awesome. Our trashcan was overflowing. And we had stuff beside the can. I'm anxious for the recycling to go out. That would be Thursday night though. Our bin is full, and we have a box full of broken down boxes, plus 5 huge boxes from the shelves and some of the boxes we have emptied. And I have two boxes in the living room that are going out with the recycling. One may go out the next week because I am using it to empty my shred stuff in as well. Needless to say-I am so pumped about the progress that we have made. We have a goodwill box started again, so I can start going through our clothes. I took picture of the train wreck that was our garage, and once we get it completely organized, I will take pictures again to share.
There was yarn hidden all over the garage. Not purposely hidden. Like, I didn't buy it, and then go and stash it somewhere so Hubs wouldn't know. No. It was in "project" bags, and when we had cleared out our guest room earlier in the year when we had company, it all got shoved where it would fit...and then was covered and got forgotten. Poor, poor yarn. LOL. I promise. I won't need to buy yarn for a good long time.
I found pictures everywhere. My plan is to get all of my candid shots scanned into the computer and saved on disks, and then use the original copies to make scrapbooks. (No worries-I have most of the supplies already. I'll just have to buy the actual scrapbook with each one that I do. And since it will probably be a long term project, I can buy one, work on it until it is finished, and then work on the next one. Then I won't have a bin with only pictures in it. Yes, that person is me. Anyone that scrapbooks wanna come and show me how? I've only done one, but I feel like I need someone to show me how to scrapbook to get the full use of my supplies.)
I also found a ton of wallet sized pictures of different family members and friends. I plan to do some sort of project to get them framed and hung on the wall. We are finally getting pictures hung, and that makes me very happy!
When the garage is finished, the next room I plan to tackle is JJ's. I need to pull everything out and dust from top to bottom...go through the toys and clothes (which is a never ending process!) Mostly, I just make sure that the toys are not broken...if they are, into the garbage they go. If the clothes don't fit, out of his room they go. I was getting him ready for school yesterday, and he told me his underwear were too tight. I was telling Hubs that we needed to buy him new underwear, and he asked if they were the right size. I didn't realize we had kept some of his old underwear when we bought his new underwear at the beginning of the school year. I promptly went through his underwear, got out THREE pairs that were too small, and made JJ put on a pair that fit. Then the small undies went into the garbage. That was easy.
I know we have a long way to go to be completely clutter-free and organized, but we are definitely on our way. And it helps that we are both on board. And we set our shredder up next to the desk instead of in a back bedroom or a corner that we never see. Now we can shred every day and empty it when needed instead of having a pile of shred stuff that we rarely take the time to sit down and shred. One less thing to take over our lives. And it is such a small thing-you would think we would have done this years ago instead of letting things pile up. Well, it's been started now :)
I will most likely take before and after pictures of each section (except the dining room since I didn't take before pictures before we put the shelves up.)
We are waiting on a phone call for Hubs (sometime this week) about a job; as of right now, we don't know how that will change our spring break plans. We still have to make a trip to SC to pick up the bed we are getting for JJ, so it may be just a super quick trip for that. We will see.
Yesterday was six weeks postpartum. It was a sad day, just because. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was just hard not to think about. Hubs and I had several talks throughout the day, and we made it through. Thank you for the continued prayers. Thank you for the kind words. Thank you for the offers to talk. Ya'll are wonderful. I am doing better. I do still cry sometimes when Hubs and I talk. I do wish things had been different. I do wish that people would sometimes think before they open their mouth, but I would wish that even if this hadn't happened.
Today, JJ had an appointment with his asthma/allergy specialist. We usually see the partner, but this time, we saw the main dr. We didn't care for him very much. First, at each appointment (and with his pediatrician), we have asked if we needed to worry about his weight. He is tall and obviously weighs more than most kids his age. We were told that as long as he was still getting taller, not to be concerned about his weight because his height and weight were proportional. If we started having weight gain and no height change, then we needed to monitor diet and exercise. In six months, JJ has gained about four pounds and has grown approximately three inches. With the allergy season coming earlier and being a little heavier this year, we have been battling congestion majorly and coughing...oh the coughing. Well, this dr (Mr. Main Guy) looked and listened and told us that we were not doing everything we should be doing to keep his symptoms under control. He said before he prescribed more medicine, we were to increase the daily inhaler from two times a day to four times a day. So I told him "The other dr only prescribed him to take two puffs once daily, in the morning because he takes the Singulair at night." Mr. Main Guy looked skyward (can't decide if he was asking for patience or rolling his eyes, either way he was exasperated) and then basically told us that it was no wonder that JJ was sick and congested because we weren't even giving him the right doseage of medication. He repeated his instructions of 4 puffs, 4 times a day for 4 days...and then after that, we were to begin the correct dose of 2 puffs 2 times a day (in the morning and in the evening.) Then he said "Now, we've taken care of that. On to the next thing that concerns me. This." And he doesn't point. No, he takes both hands and grabs JJ's belly and jiggles it. Now, I don't know how many of you have seen JJ lately. He is by no means a fat kid. Mr. Main Guy then proceeded to blast Hubs and I and tell us that were to COMPLETELY cut out milk and cheese from JJ's diet and give him a citrical vitamin daily. "Because he will then get all of the calcium and cut the calories. And don't let him buy school lunch. Pack his lunch every day. If you let him get lunch from school, you are only half helping him." So we finish the appointment (we're to go back in three weeks so the dr can monitor his weight and see how his congestion is), we take JJ to school, and then I blow up. First, I understand the weight is an issue. That is NOT what upset me. What upset me is the completely unprofessional way that Mr. Main Guy went about telling us. You don't grab a kid's belly and jiggle it around, and then say "Your son is 6 years old and weighs XX." You then do NOT lecture us on the eating habits of Americans in general. I don't care about the rest of America and their eating habits. I care about my husband and my kid. How is cutting milk from your diet completely help a growing kid? I understand cutting back or cutting out cheese. But completely cutting out milk and telling me to give him a medication that is usually taken by women who are in danger of osteoporosis? He takes a multivitamin every day. I checked at walmart. It doesn't contain any calcium, but it does contain the vitamin d needed to process the calcium. (Because kids usually drink milk, eat cheese and yogurt, so they don't need extra calcium.) I looked at the citrical (and every other calcium supplement), and ALL of them contain calcium and vitamin D, but no other vitamin or mineral. So up to the pharmacy I go to question the pharmacist if it is ok to give him both. She tells me no because while the multivitamin that he takes has no calcium, it has 400 mg of vitamin D...and the citrical has 500mg of vitamin D, and it is a vitamin that your body stores, and it can be toxic if given too much. For three weeks, we are going to do as the dr asked. No cheese or milk. Citrical. (And no multivitamin). Once we have that appointment at the end of the month, we will most likely eliminate the citrical and go back to the daily multivitamin and give JJ a glass of milk in the morning and at night. I do agree that school lunches are NOT the most nutritious and do not aid in keeping a child in their correct weight range, but I do not think he should skip the milk. I can cut back on the cheese. Heck, **I** need to cut back on the cheese. But he should get his dairy from foods, not from a supplement (unless he had a food allergy, which he doesn't!) Parents get blasted because they watch what their kids eat and get upset when they gain weight. "This is how eating disorders are started." But it's ok for the dr to grab a belly and jiggle it? I.Don't.Think.So.
We are now hanging out. JJ spent most of the afternoon/early evening outside playing with his friend across the street. He broke his shoe (and it snaps back together, but one of the pieces came off, and he couldn't find it)...he was very sad about that. I don't know if I can fix it without the piece, and JJ won't make a stink about it. He's funny that way. He KNOWS the piece is missing, so he will say "but my shoe is still broken" even if it's back together. OCD much? Yes, yes he is. But this is the JJ that I love with all of my heart.
Oh. And Julie? JJ is eating some feet chips (leftover from his Subway friend yesterday.) Let me tell you how spoiled this kid is. We go to Subway every Monday because of karate, and the last few weeks he has asked for spicy nacho Doritos, which they do not carry. He gets nacho cheese instead. Well, last week, his Subway friend (the one that writes him notes on napkins) told him she would have a surprise for him this week. He forgot all about it until we got there, and another guy (his friend wasn't there) told him that his friend left him something. He went and brought him a bag of chips.
He was excited :) Even left him a message to have a nice day. Then after we had ordered and were about to sit down, the phone rang, and the guy answered...and then he laughed and said "JJ, the phone is for you!" HAHA....we were at Subway, and JJ is getting phone calls! He was able to talk to his friend after all. They are so funny! Fun stuff. Fun stuff.
The trash went out last night, so that was awesome. Our trashcan was overflowing. And we had stuff beside the can. I'm anxious for the recycling to go out. That would be Thursday night though. Our bin is full, and we have a box full of broken down boxes, plus 5 huge boxes from the shelves and some of the boxes we have emptied. And I have two boxes in the living room that are going out with the recycling. One may go out the next week because I am using it to empty my shred stuff in as well. Needless to say-I am so pumped about the progress that we have made. We have a goodwill box started again, so I can start going through our clothes. I took picture of the train wreck that was our garage, and once we get it completely organized, I will take pictures again to share.
There was yarn hidden all over the garage. Not purposely hidden. Like, I didn't buy it, and then go and stash it somewhere so Hubs wouldn't know. No. It was in "project" bags, and when we had cleared out our guest room earlier in the year when we had company, it all got shoved where it would fit...and then was covered and got forgotten. Poor, poor yarn. LOL. I promise. I won't need to buy yarn for a good long time.
I found pictures everywhere. My plan is to get all of my candid shots scanned into the computer and saved on disks, and then use the original copies to make scrapbooks. (No worries-I have most of the supplies already. I'll just have to buy the actual scrapbook with each one that I do. And since it will probably be a long term project, I can buy one, work on it until it is finished, and then work on the next one. Then I won't have a bin with only pictures in it. Yes, that person is me. Anyone that scrapbooks wanna come and show me how? I've only done one, but I feel like I need someone to show me how to scrapbook to get the full use of my supplies.)
I also found a ton of wallet sized pictures of different family members and friends. I plan to do some sort of project to get them framed and hung on the wall. We are finally getting pictures hung, and that makes me very happy!
When the garage is finished, the next room I plan to tackle is JJ's. I need to pull everything out and dust from top to bottom...go through the toys and clothes (which is a never ending process!) Mostly, I just make sure that the toys are not broken...if they are, into the garbage they go. If the clothes don't fit, out of his room they go. I was getting him ready for school yesterday, and he told me his underwear were too tight. I was telling Hubs that we needed to buy him new underwear, and he asked if they were the right size. I didn't realize we had kept some of his old underwear when we bought his new underwear at the beginning of the school year. I promptly went through his underwear, got out THREE pairs that were too small, and made JJ put on a pair that fit. Then the small undies went into the garbage. That was easy.
I know we have a long way to go to be completely clutter-free and organized, but we are definitely on our way. And it helps that we are both on board. And we set our shredder up next to the desk instead of in a back bedroom or a corner that we never see. Now we can shred every day and empty it when needed instead of having a pile of shred stuff that we rarely take the time to sit down and shred. One less thing to take over our lives. And it is such a small thing-you would think we would have done this years ago instead of letting things pile up. Well, it's been started now :)
I will most likely take before and after pictures of each section (except the dining room since I didn't take before pictures before we put the shelves up.)
We are waiting on a phone call for Hubs (sometime this week) about a job; as of right now, we don't know how that will change our spring break plans. We still have to make a trip to SC to pick up the bed we are getting for JJ, so it may be just a super quick trip for that. We will see.
Yesterday was six weeks postpartum. It was a sad day, just because. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was just hard not to think about. Hubs and I had several talks throughout the day, and we made it through. Thank you for the continued prayers. Thank you for the kind words. Thank you for the offers to talk. Ya'll are wonderful. I am doing better. I do still cry sometimes when Hubs and I talk. I do wish things had been different. I do wish that people would sometimes think before they open their mouth, but I would wish that even if this hadn't happened.
Today, JJ had an appointment with his asthma/allergy specialist. We usually see the partner, but this time, we saw the main dr. We didn't care for him very much. First, at each appointment (and with his pediatrician), we have asked if we needed to worry about his weight. He is tall and obviously weighs more than most kids his age. We were told that as long as he was still getting taller, not to be concerned about his weight because his height and weight were proportional. If we started having weight gain and no height change, then we needed to monitor diet and exercise. In six months, JJ has gained about four pounds and has grown approximately three inches. With the allergy season coming earlier and being a little heavier this year, we have been battling congestion majorly and coughing...oh the coughing. Well, this dr (Mr. Main Guy) looked and listened and told us that we were not doing everything we should be doing to keep his symptoms under control. He said before he prescribed more medicine, we were to increase the daily inhaler from two times a day to four times a day. So I told him "The other dr only prescribed him to take two puffs once daily, in the morning because he takes the Singulair at night." Mr. Main Guy looked skyward (can't decide if he was asking for patience or rolling his eyes, either way he was exasperated) and then basically told us that it was no wonder that JJ was sick and congested because we weren't even giving him the right doseage of medication. He repeated his instructions of 4 puffs, 4 times a day for 4 days...and then after that, we were to begin the correct dose of 2 puffs 2 times a day (in the morning and in the evening.) Then he said "Now, we've taken care of that. On to the next thing that concerns me. This." And he doesn't point. No, he takes both hands and grabs JJ's belly and jiggles it. Now, I don't know how many of you have seen JJ lately. He is by no means a fat kid. Mr. Main Guy then proceeded to blast Hubs and I and tell us that were to COMPLETELY cut out milk and cheese from JJ's diet and give him a citrical vitamin daily. "Because he will then get all of the calcium and cut the calories. And don't let him buy school lunch. Pack his lunch every day. If you let him get lunch from school, you are only half helping him." So we finish the appointment (we're to go back in three weeks so the dr can monitor his weight and see how his congestion is), we take JJ to school, and then I blow up. First, I understand the weight is an issue. That is NOT what upset me. What upset me is the completely unprofessional way that Mr. Main Guy went about telling us. You don't grab a kid's belly and jiggle it around, and then say "Your son is 6 years old and weighs XX." You then do NOT lecture us on the eating habits of Americans in general. I don't care about the rest of America and their eating habits. I care about my husband and my kid. How is cutting milk from your diet completely help a growing kid? I understand cutting back or cutting out cheese. But completely cutting out milk and telling me to give him a medication that is usually taken by women who are in danger of osteoporosis? He takes a multivitamin every day. I checked at walmart. It doesn't contain any calcium, but it does contain the vitamin d needed to process the calcium. (Because kids usually drink milk, eat cheese and yogurt, so they don't need extra calcium.) I looked at the citrical (and every other calcium supplement), and ALL of them contain calcium and vitamin D, but no other vitamin or mineral. So up to the pharmacy I go to question the pharmacist if it is ok to give him both. She tells me no because while the multivitamin that he takes has no calcium, it has 400 mg of vitamin D...and the citrical has 500mg of vitamin D, and it is a vitamin that your body stores, and it can be toxic if given too much. For three weeks, we are going to do as the dr asked. No cheese or milk. Citrical. (And no multivitamin). Once we have that appointment at the end of the month, we will most likely eliminate the citrical and go back to the daily multivitamin and give JJ a glass of milk in the morning and at night. I do agree that school lunches are NOT the most nutritious and do not aid in keeping a child in their correct weight range, but I do not think he should skip the milk. I can cut back on the cheese. Heck, **I** need to cut back on the cheese. But he should get his dairy from foods, not from a supplement (unless he had a food allergy, which he doesn't!) Parents get blasted because they watch what their kids eat and get upset when they gain weight. "This is how eating disorders are started." But it's ok for the dr to grab a belly and jiggle it? I.Don't.Think.So.
We are now hanging out. JJ spent most of the afternoon/early evening outside playing with his friend across the street. He broke his shoe (and it snaps back together, but one of the pieces came off, and he couldn't find it)...he was very sad about that. I don't know if I can fix it without the piece, and JJ won't make a stink about it. He's funny that way. He KNOWS the piece is missing, so he will say "but my shoe is still broken" even if it's back together. OCD much? Yes, yes he is. But this is the JJ that I love with all of my heart.
Oh. And Julie? JJ is eating some feet chips (leftover from his Subway friend yesterday.) Let me tell you how spoiled this kid is. We go to Subway every Monday because of karate, and the last few weeks he has asked for spicy nacho Doritos, which they do not carry. He gets nacho cheese instead. Well, last week, his Subway friend (the one that writes him notes on napkins) told him she would have a surprise for him this week. He forgot all about it until we got there, and another guy (his friend wasn't there) told him that his friend left him something. He went and brought him a bag of chips.
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