Monday, March 26, 2012

Missing items

At night after Pookie has gone to bed, I pick up the mess that Pookie has made.  I like to match items together to make sure nothing is missing.  Some items get audited multiple times a day.  Pookie has a Leapfrog Fridge Farm magnet set.  It's one of those things that sticks to the fridge and sings.  There are five animals, and for each animal there is a front and back piece.  Ten little pieces to go missing.  One day one made its way to the trash, which is why I am hypervigilant about making sure all pieces are accounted for.

Last night Pookie woke up and was letting all of us know that he wanted to be fed.  We went through our routine and I put him back to bed.  As I was putting the bottle in the sink, I realized that there were only 4 bottles, not 5.  It's almost midnight, and I am looking for the 5th bottle.  I checked in the office, I checked the kitchen.  I went through the living room.  This included my decision to empty Pookie's toy box and sort through all of his toys.  As well as checking under all of the furniture and random places that a bottle could be tucked away.  All to no avail.

Then I had a thought.  What if the bottle is in the trash?  I started digging through, and wouldn't you know it, there it was.  It was half way down in the trash can.  Eww!  Luckily, the garbage wasn't very disgusting.  The question remains, how did it get there?  Did Pookie decided he was all done and toss his bottle away?  Or was I completely absent minded and accidently pitched it?  Considering I haven't gotten enough sleep in way too long, there is quite the possibility that I threw it away.  Which leads me to the thought of, what else have I mistakenly thrown out?  I think that I need to work on getting more sleep and being more careful about what gets thrown out!

Monday, March 19, 2012

Cue the band!

It's 11 o'clock on a Sunday evening.  A light breeze is coming through the windows.  Pookie is sound asleep.  Rob is checking Facebook and I am getting caught up on Battlestar Galactica.  Life is good. 

All of a sudden I hear a ruckus.  People yelling.  Followed by what sounds like a parade, drum line included going through our backyard.  I get Rob's attention and try to figure out what in god's green earth is going on.  Rob thinks that it is coming from one direction and I think it is coming from the back of the house.  I head to the back porch and low and behold, not only can I hear this ruckus, I can see the flashing lights of police cars.  (As a side note, our house is backed up to a piece of city owned property, and behind that is a small dead-end side street.  At the end of the street is an ice rink and storage units.  We have quiet neighbors.)  My ever nosy husband decides that he needs to investigate.  So he hops in his truck and away he goes.  Luckily he came across some very nice police officers that were willing to share some information.  Apparently Burlington managed to claim the Division 1 title (Burlington is the next town over), and the buses decided that the ice rink parking lot was an ideal place to park themselves. 

Well, I'm glad they were able to win a game.  However, if they wake up my sleeping child, heads are going to roll.  Soon after Rob came back from his scouting mission, everything quieted down.  I learned two things this evening.
1. My husband is so nosy that he is willing to leave the house to go investigate, regardless of the time.
2. We have officially become old farts.  When 11pm is officially "too late" and we will do ANYTHING to ensure that Pookie is not woken up from a sound sleep. 

Friday, March 16, 2012

Pookie's hollow leg

I am starting to think that Pookie has a hollow leg.  Or maybe he's just a bottomless pit.  Either way, he eats.  A lot.  I've gotten stuck in a rut with what to feed him.  His list of foods that he has an issue with is growing.  I kind of hesitate to call it an allergy.  Pookie turns this bright shade of red and then he gets a diaper rash.  When it's really bad, his neck and ears turn red too.  Whenever that happens, I pause for a moment.  Trying to remember where I stashed the benadryl just in case Pookie starts itching and weezing. 

My latest task is to find a form of milk that he can drink.  There is a two fold issue going on.  Not only do I have to find something that he can tolerate, it needs to be something that he likes.  Pookie can get oddly fussy about what he consumes.  I *think* vanilla rice milk will do the trick.  So far we have tried:
cow's milk - allergy
goat's milk - allergy
rice milk - didn't like
soy milk - allergy
hemp milk - didn't like
coconut milk - allergy
sun milk - didn't like
almond milk - didn't like
vanilla coconut milk - he LOVED, but then I realized that he was having an issue with it. blah.
vanilla almond milk - he also LOVED, but then I realized that he was having an issue with it.  double blah!
vanilla rice milk - the jury is still out.
I have hazelnut milk, too.  But if he's having issues with the almond milk, I think he'll have issues with the hazelnut.

My big dilemma is what to make for dinner.  To find something that all of us will eat and that has some variety to it.  Pookie has a tendency to get a little disgruntled if we're eating something different from him.  I can't say that I blame him.  Not being able to eat what everyone else is, sucks.  I really can't complain.  When I was little, I was allergic to everything but bananas, sprite and graham crackers.  I think I could also have Cream of Wheat.  My youngest brother takes the cake.  When my brother was little, he had issues with corn.  Corn is in everything.  Soy being a close second.  Pookie does have issues with soy.  However, if it's been baked and in a small quantity, it seems to go over okay. 

On the flip side Pookie loves blueberries and sweet potatoes.  I think he could eat his weight in both of those foods!  I keep waiting for the day that Pookie turns a lovely shade of blue.  As long as he doesn't blow up like Violet Beauregarde, I think Pookie will be okay.