Allergies

I have unsettling news to report. Our littlest, the baby of our brood, has horrible allergies. It affects every part of our life, lately, and certainly every meal. He is allergic to chicken, to beef, to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and to bananas. He is allergic to yogurt, to unsugared cereals, to almost all fruits, and to water. He is severely allergic to vegetables in every form. Chopped, diced, steamed, baked, green, yellow, or orange... allergic to them all. But before you despair on our behalf, take heart. There are foods he is not allergic to, foods he can enjoy in liberal quantities. They include, but are not limited to, jelly beans, chicken nuggets (please note, only the really cheap crappy kind that contain breading and chicken "parts"), frozen waffles, french fries (the less potato, the better), honey nut cheerios, chocolate chip cookies, and ice cream in all forms. 

Thank goodness. At least the poor kid won't starve to death.

Three is the cutest age, especially when you've already survived it three other times. I hope I never forget this little phase, in which every time I hand him a plate of something remotely healthy, he shakes his head solemnly, hands it back to me with wide blue eyes, and says, "Mama, I'm allergic to that."

In Which I Shamelessly Brag...

She memorized 161 events and people in chronological order, 24 history statements including the Preamble to the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights, 44 U.S presidents, the location and capital of the 50 states, the locations of 70 geographic features in North America, 24 science facts including the first 12 elements of the periodic table and the parts of 8 body systems, Latin rules and vocabulary, the text of John 1:1-7 in both English and Latin, 24 English facts including the principal parts of 11 irregular verbs, the multiplication tables up to 15x15, common squares and cubes, basic geometry formulas and liquid, linear, and metric conversions. She stood in front of a teacher for 90 minutes this morning and recited each thing one by one from memory. 

So we bought her doughnut.

A deal's a deal. 

 

Fourth grade is the new college, people.

She's a pretty awesome kid.