Don't you love screen door weather?
I'm pretty sure the last time I sat down was a week ago. I guess that's why they call it moving. You never stop moving.
Even if it's only for a few months, we finally feel settled. The neighbor's phone numbers are stuck on the refrigerator with superhero magnets. The boys have christened the backyard with their pee and shelters.
Hudson has fallen in love.
He has gone from adorable GAP model to...well...I don't know what you'd call this look, but he's rockin' it.
Two of our kids are truckin' along with their new gluten free diets. I'm feeling less overwhelmed thanks to some helpful tips from friends. Confession: I had to look up the word, "gluten." Animal? Vegetable? Mineral? I had no idea.
The two gluten-frees lived on bacon and grapes for several days. I'm feeling more adventurous and cooking real foods for them now. Kristen Howerton wrote about going gluten free and how it helped one of her kids. I was intrigued. I've also been reading this interesting book, Healing the New Childhood Epidemics: Autism, ADHD, Ashtma, and Allergies. Two of our kids suffer from two of those "disorders." We are encouraged by the improvements we've seen and it's only been one full week.
In an attempt to branch out in the gluten-free/whole foods arena, we ate roasted beets for the first time in our whole lives last night. Shockingly, they were delicious. The boys got a kick out of the fact that the beets made it look like their chicken was gushing blood. I got woozy. The beets also caused a medical scare in our house this morning.
Here's the text I sent Aaron after a mild panic attack and some detective work of the grossest kind:
Me: OMG. Beets turn your poo blood red. The boys are freaking. And their pee is orange.
Aaron: I saw that this morning myself. I was worried I was peeing blood, but looked it up and figured out it was the beets.
For Aaron to look a medical condition up on the internet means one thing: He was worried. Something about Aaron thinking he was dying at work makes me laugh hysterically. Go ahead. Pass The Wife of the Year Award.