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Last week, Wednesday evening, we took Delia in to get her flu booster shot. She was seriously mad at us over that. As a reward, we took her to the play area at Briarwood Mall for a while (Scott needed to get his new glasses adjusted so they'd stop slipping down his nose, so we needed to go out that way anyway). She had a great time running around. The play area has a layer of carpet over what's got to be two or three inches of foam or other padding, so falling down isn't such a big deal. There are a bunch of brightly colored things of various sizes. Delia's big enough to climb on the stopwatch (and to straddle its 'cord') and almost big enough to climb on the ladybug (The curve there defeats her). All of the others stuff is too big for her to do more than lean against it.
We took a few minutes to stop at the Payless near the play area and buy Delia a pair of play shoes. Scott wanted something between her moccasins and her snow boots, and I can see his reasoning. She trips every time she tries to walk in the boots because they're a lot bulkier than the moccasins. Of course, we're not letting her out in the snow any time soon, but.... We'd like to. We just have to figure out a way around the fact that her snow suit is about six inches too big. It works fine as long as she doesn't try to walk, but her toes barely peek out the bottoms of the legs. Our alternative to the snow suit is layering a light jacket with a sweater, and neither Scott nor I consider that warm enough for playing outside (not to mention that it'd soak through in about five seconds...).
Scott took last Thursday and Friday off. He dealt with several errands and gave me some respite from Delia watching. Friday morning, I went in to see the doctor about what I thought might be a sinus infection. The doctor told me he thought I needed a new bite splint and that I had an ear infection. Given that the pain I had resembled past sinus infections and did not resemble the troubles that led me to get a bite splint, I'm still inclined to think that I'm right about the source of the trouble.
The ear infection has turned out to be one of those things that's much more trouble to treat than it should be. I'll note here that I was *not* having any ear problems when I saw the doctor. He just looked and announced and prescribed ear drops. The ear drops were basically hydrocortisone and acetic acid, and they gave me dreadful problems. After a couple of doses, I was seriously tempted to gouge out my ear canal. But I bore with it. Then the skin in my ear started peeling... I called the doctor on Monday, and he told me to stop the drops.
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booniverse and her husband came over for dinner. Scott and I made chicken soup that came out very well, and they brought a loaf of Zingerman's sourdough bread. A very tasty meal.
They gave Delia a little rubber duck that can be used to blow soap bubbles. Delia's not yet ready to use it for that, but it joined her in the bath the other night and proved a great favorite. It's even weighted right not to capsize in the water, unlike the other rubber duck we've got which tends to turn upside down when left to its own devices.
Saturday evening, we went to a Christmas party being hosted by a couple of the people Scott plays Star Wars with. I felt a little odd because, although several of those present admitted to having children, we were the only ones who actually brought ours. Scott had asked about it in advance, and the host and hostess really seemed to enjoy Delia, but it still felt weird. Also, the party started at 8 and was about 20 minutes away, so we didn't get Delia home to bed until nearly 11. We stayed later than we'd intended because the other people we hoped to see didn't arrive until nearly 9:30, right about when we were ready to pack up and head home.
Delia had a great time. There were stairs going both up and down, and she climbed both. There was a largish, friendly dog. Delia was both fascinated and nervous. She'd go toward the dog and then flee to hide behind me or Scott when the dog tried to investigate her. For most of the evening, Delia had a cookie in her hand that she refused either to eat or to let go of. The dog wanted that cookie very, very badly, which naturally led to more interactions.
Unfortunately, from my point of view, Delia finally decided to notice that the food available to everyone else is not being made available to her. She tried several times to reach goodies that were up on the table and was only reluctantly satisfied with the cookies we'd brought for her. We'd also brought other food for her, but Scott was reluctant to bring it out. I'm not quite sure why, especially since he commented on the way home that he really should have thought about it in advance and brought more that Delia and I could eat. Since most of what we'd brought didn't come out of the bag... Oh, well.
At any rate, I'm not looking forward to the long hours at my sister-in-law's on Christmas day. She's basically stated that she expects us to bring stuff that's safe for Delia for brunch and snacking. It's apparently too much trouble for her to provide anything. Yes, these allergies are a pain in the butt, but... They're real, and it *is* possible to work around them. In fact, Delia's not the only one in the family with food allergies; she's just the one nobody seems to want to work to accommodate. I suppose I should be glad that she's making sure that dinner will be mostly safe. It just... In a weird way, it makes me feel unwelcome.
I'm trying to do some cooking so that we'll have stuff to take with us that Delia and I will enjoy. I'm feeling rather uninspired, though. Today, I'm making a small banana bread cake (banana bread batter in a sheet cake pan). If I can figure out how to protect it, I'll freeze it as soon as I frost it. I can't stand banana bread that's more than about a day old. The rotting banana smell simply repels me. For a long time, I thought it was because I was doing something wrong in the preparations, but my mother says not. She says most people simply don't notice.
I'm hoping to attempt fudge once the banana bread's done. I'm not optimistic about the outcome since I'll be substituting rice milk for evaporated milk and unsweetened chocolate (I found some with no lecithin!) for chocolate chips. Neither substitute is really equivalent to the original, so I rather expect that the fudge won't set. Ah, well... It's an experiment. I'm going to fiddle with the ingredients, seeking the right texture and flavor.
I hope to make some bacon wrapped dates (Thanks for the recipe,missysedai!). I'm just not sure if I'll have time on Saturday and not sure how well they'll keep over night if I make them tomorrow.
Scott and I bought several boxes of Delia safe crackers that we'll be taking with us. I'm hoping that I can keep my sister-in-law from putting out any that aren't safe for Delia by providing lots of options. I made baba ghanouj yesterday. It's mediocre (if I could use yogurt, it'd be a bit better), but I don't think anybody will really notice the lack of quality except me. I miss good baba ghanouj...
I've also got a list of other things, mostly perishable, that I want to pick up tomorrow, things like grapes and fresh bread. I also want to get some more cookies. We've got one sleeve of Anna's ginger cookies which would be plenty under normal circumstances, but I expect poaching once we get to the gathering, and it's going to be a long day of looking at forbidden foods.
I lost the scarf that I worked on most of last week. On Friday, stuff got piled on top of it, and when I dug it out, it had slipped off the needle. I couldn't even tell where the loops were, so trying to put it back was hopeless. I was 2/3 done with it, and I can't even salvage the skein because of the cutting that was involved in the pattern. I did another scarf with a different yarn, but I haven't been able to bring myself to start another scarf with the second skein of purple. I'll do that this afternoon, most likely. It's still remotely possible I could finish the dratted thing by Saturday. Not likely but still possible.
Delia's started stringing words together. The first time she did it, she said, "Dropped apple," after she dropped a fragment of apple. A day or two later, she said, "Dropped pea." Last night, though, made Scott call his parents-- Delia said, "Have cookie, please!" Naturally, we gave her one. She's also learning that "Up, please" is more effective at getting her lifted into the glider than standing in front of it and whining. I'm hoping the trend will continue.
Words for 19 Dec.: 394
Words for 20 Dec.: 271
Words for 21 Dec.: 247
Words for 22 Dec.: 0
Last week, Wednesday evening, we took Delia in to get her flu booster shot. She was seriously mad at us over that. As a reward, we took her to the play area at Briarwood Mall for a while (Scott needed to get his new glasses adjusted so they'd stop slipping down his nose, so we needed to go out that way anyway). She had a great time running around. The play area has a layer of carpet over what's got to be two or three inches of foam or other padding, so falling down isn't such a big deal. There are a bunch of brightly colored things of various sizes. Delia's big enough to climb on the stopwatch (and to straddle its 'cord') and almost big enough to climb on the ladybug (The curve there defeats her). All of the others stuff is too big for her to do more than lean against it.
We took a few minutes to stop at the Payless near the play area and buy Delia a pair of play shoes. Scott wanted something between her moccasins and her snow boots, and I can see his reasoning. She trips every time she tries to walk in the boots because they're a lot bulkier than the moccasins. Of course, we're not letting her out in the snow any time soon, but.... We'd like to. We just have to figure out a way around the fact that her snow suit is about six inches too big. It works fine as long as she doesn't try to walk, but her toes barely peek out the bottoms of the legs. Our alternative to the snow suit is layering a light jacket with a sweater, and neither Scott nor I consider that warm enough for playing outside (not to mention that it'd soak through in about five seconds...).
Scott took last Thursday and Friday off. He dealt with several errands and gave me some respite from Delia watching. Friday morning, I went in to see the doctor about what I thought might be a sinus infection. The doctor told me he thought I needed a new bite splint and that I had an ear infection. Given that the pain I had resembled past sinus infections and did not resemble the troubles that led me to get a bite splint, I'm still inclined to think that I'm right about the source of the trouble.
The ear infection has turned out to be one of those things that's much more trouble to treat than it should be. I'll note here that I was *not* having any ear problems when I saw the doctor. He just looked and announced and prescribed ear drops. The ear drops were basically hydrocortisone and acetic acid, and they gave me dreadful problems. After a couple of doses, I was seriously tempted to gouge out my ear canal. But I bore with it. Then the skin in my ear started peeling... I called the doctor on Monday, and he told me to stop the drops.
Friday night,
booniverse and her husband came over for dinner. Scott and I made chicken soup that came out very well, and they brought a loaf of Zingerman's sourdough bread. A very tasty meal.They gave Delia a little rubber duck that can be used to blow soap bubbles. Delia's not yet ready to use it for that, but it joined her in the bath the other night and proved a great favorite. It's even weighted right not to capsize in the water, unlike the other rubber duck we've got which tends to turn upside down when left to its own devices.
Saturday evening, we went to a Christmas party being hosted by a couple of the people Scott plays Star Wars with. I felt a little odd because, although several of those present admitted to having children, we were the only ones who actually brought ours. Scott had asked about it in advance, and the host and hostess really seemed to enjoy Delia, but it still felt weird. Also, the party started at 8 and was about 20 minutes away, so we didn't get Delia home to bed until nearly 11. We stayed later than we'd intended because the other people we hoped to see didn't arrive until nearly 9:30, right about when we were ready to pack up and head home.
Delia had a great time. There were stairs going both up and down, and she climbed both. There was a largish, friendly dog. Delia was both fascinated and nervous. She'd go toward the dog and then flee to hide behind me or Scott when the dog tried to investigate her. For most of the evening, Delia had a cookie in her hand that she refused either to eat or to let go of. The dog wanted that cookie very, very badly, which naturally led to more interactions.
Unfortunately, from my point of view, Delia finally decided to notice that the food available to everyone else is not being made available to her. She tried several times to reach goodies that were up on the table and was only reluctantly satisfied with the cookies we'd brought for her. We'd also brought other food for her, but Scott was reluctant to bring it out. I'm not quite sure why, especially since he commented on the way home that he really should have thought about it in advance and brought more that Delia and I could eat. Since most of what we'd brought didn't come out of the bag... Oh, well.
At any rate, I'm not looking forward to the long hours at my sister-in-law's on Christmas day. She's basically stated that she expects us to bring stuff that's safe for Delia for brunch and snacking. It's apparently too much trouble for her to provide anything. Yes, these allergies are a pain in the butt, but... They're real, and it *is* possible to work around them. In fact, Delia's not the only one in the family with food allergies; she's just the one nobody seems to want to work to accommodate. I suppose I should be glad that she's making sure that dinner will be mostly safe. It just... In a weird way, it makes me feel unwelcome.
I'm trying to do some cooking so that we'll have stuff to take with us that Delia and I will enjoy. I'm feeling rather uninspired, though. Today, I'm making a small banana bread cake (banana bread batter in a sheet cake pan). If I can figure out how to protect it, I'll freeze it as soon as I frost it. I can't stand banana bread that's more than about a day old. The rotting banana smell simply repels me. For a long time, I thought it was because I was doing something wrong in the preparations, but my mother says not. She says most people simply don't notice.
I'm hoping to attempt fudge once the banana bread's done. I'm not optimistic about the outcome since I'll be substituting rice milk for evaporated milk and unsweetened chocolate (I found some with no lecithin!) for chocolate chips. Neither substitute is really equivalent to the original, so I rather expect that the fudge won't set. Ah, well... It's an experiment. I'm going to fiddle with the ingredients, seeking the right texture and flavor.
I hope to make some bacon wrapped dates (Thanks for the recipe,
missysedai!). I'm just not sure if I'll have time on Saturday and not sure how well they'll keep over night if I make them tomorrow.Scott and I bought several boxes of Delia safe crackers that we'll be taking with us. I'm hoping that I can keep my sister-in-law from putting out any that aren't safe for Delia by providing lots of options. I made baba ghanouj yesterday. It's mediocre (if I could use yogurt, it'd be a bit better), but I don't think anybody will really notice the lack of quality except me. I miss good baba ghanouj...
I've also got a list of other things, mostly perishable, that I want to pick up tomorrow, things like grapes and fresh bread. I also want to get some more cookies. We've got one sleeve of Anna's ginger cookies which would be plenty under normal circumstances, but I expect poaching once we get to the gathering, and it's going to be a long day of looking at forbidden foods.
I lost the scarf that I worked on most of last week. On Friday, stuff got piled on top of it, and when I dug it out, it had slipped off the needle. I couldn't even tell where the loops were, so trying to put it back was hopeless. I was 2/3 done with it, and I can't even salvage the skein because of the cutting that was involved in the pattern. I did another scarf with a different yarn, but I haven't been able to bring myself to start another scarf with the second skein of purple. I'll do that this afternoon, most likely. It's still remotely possible I could finish the dratted thing by Saturday. Not likely but still possible.
Delia's started stringing words together. The first time she did it, she said, "Dropped apple," after she dropped a fragment of apple. A day or two later, she said, "Dropped pea." Last night, though, made Scott call his parents-- Delia said, "Have cookie, please!" Naturally, we gave her one. She's also learning that "Up, please" is more effective at getting her lifted into the glider than standing in front of it and whining. I'm hoping the trend will continue.
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Date: 2004-12-24 12:35 am (UTC)(Of course, I'm being flexible with my diet as of recent, so I'm going to have to crack down on myself soon -- after Christmas Day, I think)
That's kind of rude to tell you to bring your own food unless everyone is bringing dishes and she just thinks that you would be better equipped to handle your own requirements.
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Date: 2004-12-24 03:55 pm (UTC)I can understand it, but... It does not make me feel welcome.