Growing up
It's been quite a week for us. Busy doesn't even begin to describe it. Nor does emotional.
On Wednesday we took Trey back to the allergist. A few weeks ago, Nana had unintentionally given Trey a handful of pepper jack Tostitos. We found this out several days after it happened, to realize that he had no reaction to having eaten something with cheese in it. The last time he had one small bite of Doritos, his lips swelled to twice their normal size.
So of course, we wanted this checked out.
The appointment was dramatic, since, well, Trey is dramatic. Twenty skin pricks for different allergens, and after about the seventh, he started crying and didn't stop until we were halfway home. Over two hours later. Yeah.
But we did learn some good news. First and foremost, that the peanut prick did not cause a reaction. The allergist said that was very, very rare. Then, the milk prick caused a smaller reaction than last time. They took some blood (amid bloody-murder-style screaming) and are going to test for specific levels. Next step may be to come back to the allergy clinic for a milk challenge or, if the levels are low enough, to do this at home. We'll keep you posted - it will be next month before we get blood test results.
Leading up to the appointment has been a great teaching opportunity for us. Of course we have been praying about the results, that if it would be God's will, that He would release Trey from the allergies. We were careful to explain that, if the test showed us that the allergies were gone, we would praise the Lord. And that if the test showed that he still had the allergies, we would still praise the Lord.
Because after all, Trey is very healthy, and the Lord has blessed us to live in a time where we have the technology to discover the allergy and get around it.
But there seems to be some progress, anyway.
Thursday was Brandon and my ninth wedding anniversary. Nine years to the day after we walked hand-in-hand through big double doors into our future, we walked through another set of double doors. Between us, a precious, amazing little man who gave us new names and exploded into our hearts. Together we walked, straight into his future.
Trey is registered for Kindergarten. A few short months, and we'll have to let go of him.
Even though I am kind of a reluctant, nervous mess over sending Trey to school, the school visit was pretty neat. Brandon is a local celebrity, and of course was surrounded by familiar faces (to him) while we were there. After all, he and his mama both attended there. Trey is the third generation.
We got to see what will be Trey's classroom, the cafeteria, and the library. Which had Trey super, super excited. Oh, he is my son.
But what a day. I'm already freaked out about the first day. I hope and pray it will be harder on me than on Trey. He seemed a bit timid yesterday, but not scared. He clung to me at first, but eventually let go of my hand and even wandered away from me in the library!
Aden's still with us, though I haven't blogged much about him lately. He is the same as ever, squishy and fast, daring and snuggly, hungry all the time. Gives actual kisses now. Names his favorite sports and repeats words of all kinds. We're understanding him more and more. One of our favorite words is "yeep", meaning eat, which he typically says while climbing into his high chair by himself. Brandon likes "gawph", meaning golf, and "de boo boo", which is said whenever Aden falls down or bumps his head. Trey thinks it's hilarious that, when given a choice between two things, Aden will respond "uh-huh".
Aden grew up a little this week too, as he was able to graduate to the Kroger race car cart. I did this reluctantly, as, well, Aden is Aden. But when Trey got into the race car and I tried to put Aden into the kid seat up top, he said, "No, Mama, nooooooo!" Figured the pre-shop meltdown should be avoided at all costs, and sat him in the car beside his brother. And pulled the dern strap as tight as it would go.
He did great.
It's party planning time. Trey has decided he wants a mini-golf birthday, which I am stoked about!! As for Aden, if he got to pick his own theme, we'd have a mac and cheese party. Which I'd be stoked about too, though I don't think it's going to end up that way. Time to get creative. And shake off the sadness that, as of June 7, all of the baby has disappeared from this family.
So, that was our week. Today we say goodbye to Brandon, who is off to a weekend coaching clinic. In Myrtle Beach. Yeah. But the boys and I will have fun. Somehow.
On Wednesday we took Trey back to the allergist. A few weeks ago, Nana had unintentionally given Trey a handful of pepper jack Tostitos. We found this out several days after it happened, to realize that he had no reaction to having eaten something with cheese in it. The last time he had one small bite of Doritos, his lips swelled to twice their normal size.
So of course, we wanted this checked out.
The appointment was dramatic, since, well, Trey is dramatic. Twenty skin pricks for different allergens, and after about the seventh, he started crying and didn't stop until we were halfway home. Over two hours later. Yeah.
But we did learn some good news. First and foremost, that the peanut prick did not cause a reaction. The allergist said that was very, very rare. Then, the milk prick caused a smaller reaction than last time. They took some blood (amid bloody-murder-style screaming) and are going to test for specific levels. Next step may be to come back to the allergy clinic for a milk challenge or, if the levels are low enough, to do this at home. We'll keep you posted - it will be next month before we get blood test results.
Leading up to the appointment has been a great teaching opportunity for us. Of course we have been praying about the results, that if it would be God's will, that He would release Trey from the allergies. We were careful to explain that, if the test showed us that the allergies were gone, we would praise the Lord. And that if the test showed that he still had the allergies, we would still praise the Lord.
Because after all, Trey is very healthy, and the Lord has blessed us to live in a time where we have the technology to discover the allergy and get around it.
But there seems to be some progress, anyway.
Thursday was Brandon and my ninth wedding anniversary. Nine years to the day after we walked hand-in-hand through big double doors into our future, we walked through another set of double doors. Between us, a precious, amazing little man who gave us new names and exploded into our hearts. Together we walked, straight into his future.
Trey is registered for Kindergarten. A few short months, and we'll have to let go of him.
Even though I am kind of a reluctant, nervous mess over sending Trey to school, the school visit was pretty neat. Brandon is a local celebrity, and of course was surrounded by familiar faces (to him) while we were there. After all, he and his mama both attended there. Trey is the third generation.
We got to see what will be Trey's classroom, the cafeteria, and the library. Which had Trey super, super excited. Oh, he is my son.
But what a day. I'm already freaked out about the first day. I hope and pray it will be harder on me than on Trey. He seemed a bit timid yesterday, but not scared. He clung to me at first, but eventually let go of my hand and even wandered away from me in the library!
Aden's still with us, though I haven't blogged much about him lately. He is the same as ever, squishy and fast, daring and snuggly, hungry all the time. Gives actual kisses now. Names his favorite sports and repeats words of all kinds. We're understanding him more and more. One of our favorite words is "yeep", meaning eat, which he typically says while climbing into his high chair by himself. Brandon likes "gawph", meaning golf, and "de boo boo", which is said whenever Aden falls down or bumps his head. Trey thinks it's hilarious that, when given a choice between two things, Aden will respond "uh-huh".
Aden grew up a little this week too, as he was able to graduate to the Kroger race car cart. I did this reluctantly, as, well, Aden is Aden. But when Trey got into the race car and I tried to put Aden into the kid seat up top, he said, "No, Mama, nooooooo!" Figured the pre-shop meltdown should be avoided at all costs, and sat him in the car beside his brother. And pulled the dern strap as tight as it would go.
He did great.
It's party planning time. Trey has decided he wants a mini-golf birthday, which I am stoked about!! As for Aden, if he got to pick his own theme, we'd have a mac and cheese party. Which I'd be stoked about too, though I don't think it's going to end up that way. Time to get creative. And shake off the sadness that, as of June 7, all of the baby has disappeared from this family.
So, that was our week. Today we say goodbye to Brandon, who is off to a weekend coaching clinic. In Myrtle Beach. Yeah. But the boys and I will have fun. Somehow.
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