Jesus Lord, Amen

B has faith so big for a little guy.  He is constantly going to God in prayer.  He loses a toy, he prays about it.  If we go on a trip, he prays about it.  If Jilly is sad, he prays about it.  Sometimes he likes to scribble write letters to God.  Then he asks for an envelope and puts them in the mailbox.  While he writes, he verbalizes what he is "writing."  I learn so much about him by listening in.  When he was almost 3, we were in the middle of eating lunch when he got down from the table and headed outside. I asked him where he was going and he said, "I'm going to talk with God."  I thought maybe he was trying to get out of lunch, but as I listened at the door, he had his face lifted to the sky and was chattering away.  Sometimes, I get so busy, I don't pause to just chat with God.

 He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, 
I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10



We had this exchange earlier this week and it made me pause and reflect on my own heart:

B: Mommy?  Do some kids not have families?
Me: Yes.  It's very sad.
B: I'm glad I have a nice family.  Mommy?
Me: Yes?
B: Are some Mommies and Daddies not nice to their children?
Me: Yes.  And that is very sad, too.
B: Why don't those Mommies and Daddies love their kids?
Me: I don't know.  I don't understand it because I love you and Sissy so much.  I feel really bad for kids whose Mommies and Daddies are not nice.  Maybe you could pray for them.
B: Yeah.  And Mommy?  I think we should pray for the Mommies and Daddies, too.

Wow.  What an incredible reminder that we need to pray not just for the innocent, but for the wicked.  Hadn't even crossed my mind, yet my sweet four year old completely gets it.


B: Mommy?  Can we pray together?
Me: Sure baby.

I held B's hand and was about to start the prayer when he began:

"Dear God, please help all the children whose Mommies and Daddies are not nice.  Please help the Daddies and Mommies so they love their kids.  And please help the kids who don't have any families.  Jesus Lord, Amen"

The Kindness of a Stranger

It's sunny.  It's warm.  Mickey Mouse is everywhere.  We are on vacation and having a blast!  We spent one day at Hollywood Studios and one exhausting fun filled day at Magic Kingdom.  Tomorrow we will revisit Magic Kingdom.  Jilly will be happy.  Today, we relaxed at the resort and Jilly could be overheard saying, "I want my Country Bears.  I want my teacups."  In her sleep, she sat up and said, "I see Mickey Mouse!  I see Daisy!  I see Goofy!  I see Monsters, Inc.!  I see Handy Bandy (Manny)!  I see Buzz Lightyear!"  Then she promptly drifted back to sleep.  B absolutely loved the Buzz Lightyear ride.  He rode it at least 5 times.  His other favorites were the Flying Dumbo ride and the Spinning Teacups.  It's hard to believe this is the same little boy that last year couldn't swing without freaking out.  He's come a long way!

We're also on vacation from the rotation diet.  He's  not eating anything he's allergic to, but he gets to choose his snacks and meals.  And he's eating...a lot!  I think we'll stick with the rotation when we get back home, but have rotation vacations once in a great while.  I'm hoping he doesn't develop new allergies because of this, but I think for the sake of our (his and mine) sanity, this is greatly needed.

Have you ever met a person who goes above and beyond to help you out?  I'm going to create a blog post soon about these wonderful people in our lives.  For now, I'd like to write about Chef Ray.  A few nights ago, we made reservations to Planet Hollywood.  Erik called the restaurant and told them about B's food allergies on the off chance there might be something on the menu B could eat.  This was kind of a long shot.  Ninety-nine percent of the time we bring B's food to restaurants.  Chef Ray got on the phone and asked for B's allergy list.

The next evening, we arrived at Planet Hollywood.  The kids were grumpy and tired.  A full day of Disney seems to have that effect.  It was very late.  When we were finally seated, Chef Ray came to our table.  He looked B in the eye and said, "What do you like to eat?"  It may sound like an ordinary question, but for B it's not one he hears often.  Silly me, I tried to answer it for him.  "He likes chicken."  Then B said, "Mommy, I don't like chicken."  Chef Ray asked if he liked french fries and B's whole face lit up, "Yeah!  French Fries!"
Then that wonderful chef prepared B a meal of turkey roll ups, fancy sliced strawberries, and french fries from scratch with an oil B could tolerate.  B was ecstatic!  He forgot about being grumpy and tired.  As he ate, he said, "I LOVE this place!  It's my favorite!"  I was so very touched by this man's thoughtfulness.  Although the restaurant was crazy busy, he took the time to make the evening special for B.  His kindness created a memory for my boy that he will not soon forget.

Screeeeeech!

I'd been cruisin' along this allergy free cooking highway.  I'd finally hit my groove.  Things were looking up.  I found foods B likes and will eat.  Then SCREEEEEECH!  There's definitely a bump in the road.  B decides he doesn't like the food he's eating.  Spaghetti? No thanks.  Tacos?  Eh.  Buffalo hotdog?  Nope.  Muffin? Not hungry.  Pancake?  What else can I have?

Because B's foods have to be rotated, there's not a lot of wiggle room when it comes to cooking.  If I put garlic, onions, potatoes, tomatoes, and oregano in one meal, I have nothing to work with for the next 3 days.  I thought I'd switch the rotation up a little and came up with a different recipe tonight.  B took a bite. "Mmm!  This is good."  Another bite, then another, then one more.  "Mom, what's this green thing (avocado) in here?"  I did what any self respecting mother would do and LIED THROUGH MY TEETH.  "It's uh.....a green bean, that I uh put in the blender so you wouldn't have to look at it."  Then I pasted my most convincing 'you really do like it' smile on my face.  He put the burrito down.  He took no more bites. Sigh.  Then I told him the truth, sort of.  "Actually, B, it was an avocado.  I thought you were talking about the green beans (there were no green beans), but you were talking about the avocado.  Let me get you a new burrito."  I made him a new one.  He took two bites.  He was done.

I think he's realizing that I control what he eats.  He's always known it, but his little four year old self wants to make choices.  He wants to have a banana on pear day.  He wants to drink almond milk two days in a row.  He wants to choose whats for dinner.  I don't know how to give him these choices when we have so little to work with.

This is where my dilemma lies.  If you've seen B, you know he can't afford to lose any weight.  Little man has already fallen off his height curve.  So, do I risk him developing more allergies to give him more options?  Do I dare go off the rotation?  Do I just rotate grains and protein and let him chose fruits and veggies?  Do I use garlic more than twice in four days?  More allergies = more yeast.  More yeast = more permeable gut.  More permeable gut = more allergies.  So, we're potentially looking at more allergies or a child who will not eat.  This is tough.  I wish there was a support group for this sort of thing.  I wish I had a mentor I could call up and say "Hey, have you tried going off the rotation?  What happened?" or "How have you made the rotation work for you?  What do you do when your child won't eat?"

I'm stalled at a fork in the road.  Do I go left or do I go right?    I need to go somewhere because just  idling in this spot is getting us nowhere.