26 Weeks of Muffins, Weeks 4 & 5

I started to giggle as I typed in the title of this blog post.  We’re not even a fifth of the way through the challenge.  On the bright side, last night I threw together a batch of muffins in about ten minutes.  Funny how life offers you the chance to build up your skills in places you never imagined.

For weeks 4 and 5, I did nothing fancy for the muffins for E’s baked milk challenge.  I wanted to be consistent in the recipe so I could keep an eye on any potential reactions after we took a week off to let E’s rashes and GI issues clear up.  I want to say it’s a good thing, even though it’s not, that at the time of her reactions there was a rash going around her day care.  A full-body rash with no other symptoms.  It lasted about three days and then it was gone without a trace.  It doesn’t explain E’s awful bowel movements, but those too cleared up within a week and so far they haven’t returned.  *Knocks on wood until the end of time*

So, next week I’ll be branching out with some new muffin recipes because a mom can only take so many Mt. Sinai allergy challenge muffins before she just longs for something more exotic.

Meanwhile, my kid’s language is exploding.  She knows 85 words and around ten two-word phrases.  She regularly says “daddy’s juice,” which is both Gatorade and Coke, and she likes to differentiate between mommy’s and daddy’s cars and shoes.  She’s starting to help me count and puts her fingers up for the numbers 1 and 5 (but none in between). Every day she seems to learn new words and communicate just a little bit more clearly to us.  It’s the most incredible thing to witness.

We’re also working on time outs.  E can throw one hell of a temper tantrum.  Tonight when it happened because I told her it was time to put the Kindle away, I sat her in a corner of the room and made her sit for one minute.  She tried to walk away once about ten seconds in, so I made her go back and started the timer over.  Unfortunately, it only made her madder and the only way I got her to calm down was to sit her on the rocker in her bedroom by herself with a couple of books.

Clearly I’m not so good at time outs yet.  I’ll have to try a few different methods and see what works best.

One last thing–can I just say I was blown away tonight when E refused to eat anything I offered to her, until I handed her a carrot?  I knew there was a veggie lover deep down inside somewhere in that girl.

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I can’t even

Sometimes E is such a cute toddler it almost hurts.  She waves good morning to the cats. She does “cheers” with her sippy cup.  She tries to share her bottles with me.  She wiggles her butt to any kind of music.  She points at things she’s not allowed to play with and shakes her head “no.”  She cries when I won’t let her take her books to bed.  I can’t even. Everything she does makes me melt.

Except the occasional temper tantrum, over something like not letting her play in the toilet.  Or even better, over no identifiable reason at all.  But give me five minutes to recover and I’ll still find a way to make it sound cute.

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It amazes me how from day to day, it doesn’t seem like she changes much.  But if I think back to a full week ago, she’s learned so much since then.  She’s a different human being.  If I think back a full month ago, my mind is blown.

Food has been getting easier.  Not easy, but easier.  I’m finally becoming comfortable with the fact that some of the recipes I make don’t have to be free of dairy or eggs; sometimes I can make things that call for milk and eggs and I can just substitute those ingredients.  I’ve also accepted that when I substitute these items, it will NOT taste the same as it would with the real deal.  Once I let go of that expectation, I started enjoying the things I cook much more.  After all, E doesn’t know anything different, and she loves the food I cook.

Speaking of which, I made vegan mac and cheese and it actually freaking tasted like cheese.  E ate it for lunch for four days straight.  VICTORY!

I also made vegan brownies (from a mix) and she HATED them.  She took a bite and immediately spit it out.  Seriously, is this my kid?!  Who doesn’t like brownies?!?!?!

For the record, I thought they were amaze-balls.  I might have eaten about half the pan.

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