Monthly Archives: March 2015


The weather has turned warm again, and this means outdoor recess at school. I imagine Mikey’s teacher is most appreciative of this! I had to drop off a refill for his medication and I arrived when Mikey’s class was out to recess. I may or may not have planned it this way so I could hide behind a bush and just watch him.

How delicious! To secretly watch my little boy playing with other kids while he didn’t know I was watching. I didn’t stay long, but I saw him acting like a troll on a bridge, moving his body, laughing. That was good for my soul!


Bus Boycott

So we haven’t put Mikey on the bus for a month. Not because of the bully. That seems to have been taken care of. Oh no. We’re boycotting because the bus is so damn unreliable. One morning, it came at 8:37 and we missed it. The next, not until 8:55. This means I had 3 kids (one, an infant) out in the 7-degree winter air for over a half an hour, including walk time, to be down at the stop by 8:35.

Not to mention, Mikey was getting home from school at 4:45 pm. School is over at 3:30 and is 1.73 miles from our house if you go the long way.

It’s insane to me!

Sometimes, if I could get through to a human at the bus garage, we’d learn the bus had broken down and the kids were sitting in the hallway at school waiting. Sometimes, we’d learn it broke down en route and the kids were sitting in a frozen bus on a hill somewhere with no heat.

So, now we carpool with the neighbors.

That’s not entirely true, because we were carpooling. Another kindy kid from down the street would ride with us in the morning and his parents would drive both boys home. Observing that I’m a bit of a trainwreck trying to get my feral sons into the van in the morning, the other boy’s parents called. Apparently, they drive by school anyway. Us giving their son a ride in the morning saved them 15 total minutes. And they offered to drive Mikey both ways if we could just give them a booster seat.

Um? Yes please! It’s probably the nicest thing someone has done for us in a long time. And people do a lot of nice things, because we live in such a wonderful place.

We are hoping to go back to the bus in the spring, but for now, it’s too unreliable.


Ever since getting the all-clear from the allergest, Mikey has been a cautious peanut eater. By this I mean that once every few months, he will agree to eat something that’s been near a peanut.

Yesterday, he sat with Cody on the couch and asked to share his snack–peanut butter pretzels. These, Mikey quickly realized, are delicious. He started scarfing down the peanut butter pretzels, maybe eating a cup? Maybe a cup and a half of them.

And almost immediately, he broke out in a bright red rash all around his mouth and complained of itching. We gave him Benadryl, and he pretty much talked about itching until bedtime 2 hours later.

A call to the on-call allergist fellow (how awesome is it that we live in a place that has pediatric allergists on call??) revealed that apparently, kids can get re-sensitized to peanuts even after passing a scratch test. Even after getting bloodwork that showed no allergy to peanuts.

The current thinking is that kids need tiny, frequent exposure to peanuts (she said something like one peanut a week) to maintain…I can’t remember her word. Immunity doesn’t feel right, but I’m in a dither.

Anyway, we ran in for an emergency epi pen prescription and I’m back on red alert. I’m to maintain “strict avoidance” until we can get in with Dr. G. This means school is a minefield again. We have nothing in place anymore!

Our cupboards are filled with peanuts. I freaking subscribed to peanut butter on Amazon. Most days, the only food Alex will agree to eat is peanut butter sandwich. I’m not ready to go back to scrutinizing labels, keeping an epi injector on me at all times, harping on school to get kids to wash hands after lunch and before touching communal materials.

And, of course, Mikey has gotten used to eating school lunch, which I can never guarantee is peanut-free. So I’m anticipating meltdowns over packed lunch. Which, of course! I have to PACK.

Lesson learned: There’s always another shoe and it’s always going to drop.