Spring in Wisconsin really is an event. One moment, everything is sort of wet and gray, and the next moment, color bursts forth everywhere, and scantily clad Badgers emerge from their lairs to enjoy the sun. The air has so much pollen in it that it almost has a texture. Thankfully I feel like now, on our third spring here, we finally have a handle on Lemon's seasonal allergies. We're doing Zyrtec twice a day (up from our usual once), Flonase once a day, and running the air purifier whenever he's asleep. So far, so good.
One thing that I noticed this week is that after months of eating basically nothing, Lemon has actually started eating some food. Nothing that you would get excited about if you didn't know his history, but you do, so you will be excited too--on Saturday night at dinner he ate 3 pieces of bow-tie pasta. That is probably more pasta than he has eaten in the last year combined. And, on Easter morning, he ate two Reese's peanut butter eggs. I really do wonder if it's seasonal--maybe he's hungrier because he's outside running around like a madman all day? Or just feeling especially chipper with the nice weather? Whatever it is, I'll take it. Mainly, I'm just hoping that we can capitalize on this extra little bit of willingness when we start feeding therapy next month. If he's somehow in a more receptive mood towards food at the moment, and we do therapy at the same time, maybe we'll really get some traction. A mom can hope, right?
I'm certainly feeling a little more chipper, if for no other reason than that Lime has done me the favor of staying in bed until after 5 a.m. for a week straight--taking his favorite truck to bed with him seems to help. I realize intellectually that the difference between 5:05 and 4:45 is only 20 minutes, but my brain seems to be pretty firmly hard-wired that any a.m. time that begins with a "4" is night, whereas "5" is early but definitely morning. So, 5:05 seems survivable. Lime has also come up with a new game that we can play together at that hour that he finds totally hilarious. It goes like this: Lime points out the (completely dark, pitch black) window in our living room and says "Plane!" and I say, "Really? Do you see a plane?" and he says "Nope!" And then he cracks up. Then we pause for a second. Then he points out the window and says "Moon!" and I say, "Really? Do you see the moon?" And he says "Nope!" And then he cracks up. Then we pause for a second. Then he points out the window and says "Truck!" and before you know it, it's 5:45 and time to get the rest of the family mobilized.
Speaking of before you know it, our annual Great Strides fundraising walk is just a few weeks away. Many of you have already made incredibly generous donations (thank you!!!!). Those of you who haven't done so yet can join the illustrious company of those who have by clicking right here, right now. And, once you've done that, you can enjoy this video of Lemon, who, having mastered street luge, has moved on to "lawn luge..."
