Showing posts with label poop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poop. Show all posts

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Negotiation 101 *warning: contains yucky stuff*

The Negotiator
My last post was full of disregard for unproven therapies.  I didn't mention that we've been following a gluten free/dairy free diet for about 3 years.  We don't buy into the theories, but Ben is definitely sensitive to something.

The past two weeks have seen multiple birthday parties, a ski trip, a cupcake making event, and two Easter egg hunts - all with treats that were off the diet.  Being too lazy a parent to provide GFCF alternatives, I told Ben's caregivers to go ahead and let him have the same treats as the other kids.  This led to some really icky results.

Potty training has actually been going very well, but we still use a "pull-up" occasionally - especially when he's been off the diet.  I'll spare you the gory details, but I was in the midst of changing one of these super-disgusting gluten/dairy-fueled poo containment units when Ben demonstrated his aptitude for negotiation.

I looked up from the train wreck in Ben's pants to see him with his finger in his mouth.

Me, panicky:               "Ben!  Are you eating something?!"
Ben, enthusiastically:  "I'm eating a booger!"
Me, authoritatively:    "Don't eat boogers!"
Ben, liltingly:             "I'm eating booooogers!"
Me, exasperated:        "DON'T EAT BOOGERS!"

This went on for a while, until Ben dropped the hammer:

Me, pleading:           "please don't eat boogers."
Ben, with finality:      "Give me candy."

Happy Easter!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Trouble ahead, trouble behind

My heart lurched as the white sports car plunged into dark waters.  From my vantage point, I could just see inside it.  Even though there was no human at risk, I had to get it out of there, and it wasn't going to be pleasant.

I moved Ben off the potty and helped him pull his Cars underwear and sweatpants up.  "Look over there!"  When he was looking the other way, I plunged my left hand into the toilet and retrieved the Matchbox racer.  I flipped the car into the sink and feverishly washed my hands (and arm up to the elbow).

Ben started potty training yesterday.  His awesome teachers have been taking him to the potty every half hour.  We're doing that at home now, too.  We've had a few successes, but we have a long way to go.  I've been encouraged (and disgusted) by my fellow blogger's efforts.

Oh -- thanks to everyone who supported Ben's school by shopping on Amazon through my links.  We raised a fair amount -- enough that I'll gladly do it again next holiday season.

Friday, December 30, 2011

Maybe

Nerf eater?
The ski resorts must be hatin' it right now, but I'm pretty happy.  It's in the 50's right now, here in Salt Lake.  It's not particularly sunny, but I'll take the warmth.

As I scoop dog poop, random thoughts pop in my head:
It's warm! Nice.
It's warm enough that Ben can ride his trike back here.
Ugh, all the dog poop is thawed.
Hmmm, one o these pups seems to have eaten something from the Nerf food group. 
I hope I got it all...I hate cleaning poo off of shoes. 
Hmm, what shoes will Ben wear to school tomorrow? 
Better make sure those are pooless. 
School starts tomorrow!!!

5 minutes later, Ben falls off his trike and gets a bloody nose.  He winds up falling asleep across my lap, so I take advantage of it to write this post.  Sadly, I can't think of much to say, but my random thoughts reminded me of this Zen koan, that we first came across in "Zen Shorts ":
Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.


“Maybe,” the farmer replied.


The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.


“Maybe,” replied the old man.


The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.


“Maybe,” answered the farmer.


The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.


“Maybe,” said the farmer.

I liked that tale before I ever met Ben.  I like it even more now.  Koans can be interpreted a lot of ways.  This one to me helps me think, 'You're not going to fix autism, not today anyway.  So do what you can to make your family happy, and keep getting up in the morning."

Saturday, November 19, 2011

perfect pizza

We like pizza.  Back in the day, on Fridays, I would make pizza dough from scratch and we would construct our own pizzas.  My older boy liked Pizza Hut thin crust pizza (me too), so my goal was to make one that he liked even better.  I did my internet research and found out how to do it.  I learned to pre-cook my crust (and my toppings too).  I rolled out my dough and poked holes in it.  I got a pizza stone as a gift from my lovely wife, which helped a lot.  Other than that, the thing that made the most difference was high gluten flour.  I had it down!  My oldest proclaimed that he'd rather eat my pizza than Pizza Hut (which is not precisely the same as saying that mine tasted better, but I'll take it).

And that's when it happened...I took the boys to visit my family, back in Tennessee for the holidays.  After a couple of days, my sister let me know that one of her acquaintances had cured her child of autism by switching to a gluten free diet.  Not wanting to appear a slacker in front of my mom, I said "OK, let's do it!.  What's for dinner?"  My mom looked a little panicky, but stepped up to the challenge.  For the rest of Christmas, we had more fruits and vegetables than I had for my entire youth.

A little more research told me that it was not just gluten free, but GFCF...gluten free/casein free that we needed to be. Casein is a protein found in milk, so no dairy.  No cheese grits, no corn bread, no .... pizza.  I don't really grok the theory about why we're supposed to be GFCF, but I will say that his digestive tract seems to be happier when we don't have those things.  When there are occasional issues, we can almost always find something that we can blame it on (Twizzlers have wheat flour in them!).

We've been doing this for almost 2 years now.  Our family eats lots of rice and beans and corn.  Asian and Indian cuisine works pretty well.  There are some pretty good pasta substitutes, using rice or quinoa.

Does it work?  I don't know.  What we really need to do is buckle down and do an elimination diet.  That's hard because he wants to eat what other people are eating, which means either a fight every night, or we all get fascist on our food for a few months.  How about it?  Any of you done an elimination diet?  Any tips for me?

Here's a recipe for ya.  I pulled it off the web and have made it 4 or 5 times, with good success unless I use light coconut milk.

Ingredients
  •   2 tablespoons vegetable oil
  •   1 medium onion, coarsely chopped
  •   2 garlic cloves, minced
  •   1 tablespoon minced fresh ginger
  •   1 1/2 pounds lean ground lamb
  •   1 1/2 tablespoons curry powder
  •   1 medium sweet potato (1/2 pound), peeled and cut into 1/2-inch dice
  •   One 14-ounce can unsweetened coconut milk, stirred
  •   1 cup chicken stock or low-sodium broth
  •   Salt and freshly ground pepper
  •   1/2 cup frozen baby peas, thawed
  •   1/3 cup coarsely chopped cilantro
  •   Hot sauce, for serving
Directions

  In a large, deep skillet, heat the oil until shimmering. Add the onion, garlic and ginger and cook over moderately high heat until barely softened, about 4 minutes. Add the lamb and cook over moderately high heat, breaking it up with a wooden spoon, until it starts to brown, about 10 minutes. Add the curry powder and sweet potato and cook for 2 minutes. Add the coconut milk and stock and season with salt and pepper. Cover partially and simmer over moderate heat until the sweet potato is tender, about 15 minutes. Add the peas and cook until heated through. Stir in the cilantro and serve with hot sauce.

Serve with warm naan or white rice.

p.s.  here's anonymous's link from the comments:  Gluten-Free on a Shoestring: 125 Easy Recipes for Eating Well on the Cheap