Posts from ‘Parenting’
Easter can be tricky with dietary limitations, especially for kids who want to experience Easter traditions, such as eating chocolate bunnies, going on egg hunts and dying Easter eggs!
I’ve searched for alternatives for the past 5 years for my daughter (who has severe food allergies to eggs, milk, peanuts, tree nuts and shellfish) and have come up with a number of great options for treats and traditions to share with you. Have other tips and fave products I’ve missed? Leave them in the comments!
Lately I’ve been watching episodes of Long Island Medium on Netflix. If you’ve never seen the show, a psychic medium named Theresa Caputo performs readings for people to help deliver messages from loved ones who have passed. Theresa has a big personality, big hair and a thick New York accent (at least compared to the folks here in Minnesota!). I love watching her give readings and I’m always, without fail, in tears by the end of the show as she helps people find peace about the death of their loved one.
And it’s made me think more about my grandparents who have died. Three people I loved dearly – my great grandmother, my grandma and my grandfather. If what we see on Long Island Medium (and what many others believe) is true, then these relatives of mine could still be hanging around, watching over us, celebrating special occasions with us and sometimes even intervening to protect us.
My daughter Avery was born on Christmas. Yes, Christmas. This is what she looked like 6 years ago when she was born on Christmas Day.
We celebrated a bit on her birthday, and a lot at her party this weekend. I do my best to make sure she enjoys some special attention on her birthday. Such as trying to find an extra special birthday gift she’ll love.
She had pointed out this white tiger from Melissa & Doug Toys many times when we’ve shopped at Whole Foods over the past month or so. I was exceptionally lucky to find it 30% off the day I went to purchase it for her. It was fun carrying it through the store (above). I just knew she would love it.
Last year I worked to raise awareness about food allergies and Halloween, encouraging people to be mindful that not all kids can eat Snickers. I published “Three Tips to Make Your House a Food Allergy-Friendly Stop” which was shared quite a bit. It’s still relevant and I encourage you to check it out.
This year I’m working on helping my 5 year old navigate school and after-school parties, as well as trick or treating. How can she be an advocate for herself when she can’t read? Although I work hard to make sure all the adults who help care for her are educated and I try to personally read every food label whenever I can… it’s just not always possible. So I need to teach this kiddo what candy is safe and what isn’t… and hope she doesn’t ever try to sneak a piece of unsafe candy when no one is looking (this hasn’t happened with us, but I’ve heard of it with other families…).
Last week I went shopping for some new clothes. Check out was a bit of a blur – everything was moving fast and I was trying to get out the door. I had a budget in mind of how much I wanted to spend, and it turned out I was a little bit over that amount.
I decided to put one of the shirts back to stay on budget. The cashier took the shirt off my bill, I paid and headed home. But later that day, unpacking the shopping bags, I found the shirt – the one I didn’t pay for! It must have already been in the bag when I paid and neither one of us took it out. I was shocked.
Of course I had a decision to make. I thought about my choices. Take the shirt back, pay for it, or, what many people would probably do, keep it and not say anything. Inherently I knew what the right thing to do was – be honest and correct the situation. Even if the store would NEVER know… I would know. In my heart and in my head, I wouldn’t be able to forget about it or step foot in that store ever again with a clean conscience. Funny how life gives us these little tests now and then.
Sunday morning, I called the store and told them what happened. I decided to keep the shirt (forget about the budget) and gave them permission to charge my account for the amount of the shirt. And I went on with my day. And that’s where this story gets interesting…