The Big 2-3
18/09/17 16:37
The Ev man turned the big 2-3 yesterday. He started the day out by complaining to his mother that she was trying to kill him. It was, even by his standards, hyperbolic and uncalled for especially in light of all the work that his momma did to make his birthday as special as possible. Turns out that she had bought a hot sauce for him that was made in a facility where peanuts and tree nuts were present. He feigned tasting the sauce while fidgeting in his seat and grimacing distastefully as though there was something about the sauce that wasn't right. And then he told us about having read the ingredients after the fact only to find the comments about being made in a facility, etc. He may have even said that he thought he tasted peanut butter while sampling the sauce. I wonder sometimes given his life long allergy whether or not he has had sufficient exposure to peanut butter over time such that he would know it if he came into contact with it however briefly.
Peanut butter and allergies aside, he has taken to hot sauces as of late like a Mexican to hot tamales. It seems he can't eat anything these day without a good dousing of Tabasco or similar. Is it a phase or is there something more sinister going on? Is it telltale of some other illness or self inflicted? I know coke heads tend to destroy their nostrils and all the fine hairs inside the nose that decipher scents but I'm pretty sure that isn't it. It may well have something to do with all the corn starch he consumes. It may keep his blood sugars afloat but it probably doesn't do him much good otherwise. Maybe he has a calcified coating of the starch on the inside of his mouth and palate that prevents his taste buds from doing their job. I'm making this up as I go along so I may or may not be on the right track. There are aspects of his diet and his eating habits that perhaps support this starchy theory of mine. He no longer seems to enjoy the things he used to enjoy and when it comes to those things that he does enjoy he partakes only rarely. You would think that he might return to the things that work for him and leave aside those that don't. Imagine our frustration as parents. We simply don't know what to have on hand for him, make for him, or even suggest to him. Even the lemon squares that his mom made for his birthday went untouched after he had a square or two. And he LOVES lemon squares.
I'm going back and forth from our rental to our house to take care of a few things that require my attention each and every day. The construction seems to be going well and there haven't been a lot of surprises so that's good. One issue that came up had to do with smoke alarms and a code added by the building inspector back in 2009 requiring this that and the other thing when it comes to alarms in homes. Bottom line is that it was costly to get up to code and it wasn't as easy as going to Walmart and buying a few detectors. It was so costly, in fact, that I went down to have a word with the building inspector just to get additional information before signing off on the work order to have our house updated. As I sit here today, and now that we are two weeks into our rental, the bathroom has been ripped out and the drywall is up with the tub and electrical done. We're just waiting on the vanity and the toilet as well as the new flooring and skylight which we're hoping come along quickly now that our rental is winding down. The one thing we haven't done is to buy the lighting fixtures for the bathroom so that is next on our to-do list. Not to worry, we know what we want. Or, do we?
Peanut butter and allergies aside, he has taken to hot sauces as of late like a Mexican to hot tamales. It seems he can't eat anything these day without a good dousing of Tabasco or similar. Is it a phase or is there something more sinister going on? Is it telltale of some other illness or self inflicted? I know coke heads tend to destroy their nostrils and all the fine hairs inside the nose that decipher scents but I'm pretty sure that isn't it. It may well have something to do with all the corn starch he consumes. It may keep his blood sugars afloat but it probably doesn't do him much good otherwise. Maybe he has a calcified coating of the starch on the inside of his mouth and palate that prevents his taste buds from doing their job. I'm making this up as I go along so I may or may not be on the right track. There are aspects of his diet and his eating habits that perhaps support this starchy theory of mine. He no longer seems to enjoy the things he used to enjoy and when it comes to those things that he does enjoy he partakes only rarely. You would think that he might return to the things that work for him and leave aside those that don't. Imagine our frustration as parents. We simply don't know what to have on hand for him, make for him, or even suggest to him. Even the lemon squares that his mom made for his birthday went untouched after he had a square or two. And he LOVES lemon squares.
I'm going back and forth from our rental to our house to take care of a few things that require my attention each and every day. The construction seems to be going well and there haven't been a lot of surprises so that's good. One issue that came up had to do with smoke alarms and a code added by the building inspector back in 2009 requiring this that and the other thing when it comes to alarms in homes. Bottom line is that it was costly to get up to code and it wasn't as easy as going to Walmart and buying a few detectors. It was so costly, in fact, that I went down to have a word with the building inspector just to get additional information before signing off on the work order to have our house updated. As I sit here today, and now that we are two weeks into our rental, the bathroom has been ripped out and the drywall is up with the tub and electrical done. We're just waiting on the vanity and the toilet as well as the new flooring and skylight which we're hoping come along quickly now that our rental is winding down. The one thing we haven't done is to buy the lighting fixtures for the bathroom so that is next on our to-do list. Not to worry, we know what we want. Or, do we?