After my fiasco a few weeks ago about with Oliver, I have been ever diligent about what I will and will not let him near. As I posted yesterday, it really has made all of the difference in our daily struggles with my six-year old, for the good.
With my youngest, Parker--who is 4 1/2, it hasn't seemed to affect him as much. Parker is generally not hyper, so it's hard to tell right off if the gluten-free diet even has any effect on him or not. Today, after Parker got out of Pre-k, I took him and my husband out to eat at a local restaurant, one in which I know offers a gluten-free menu.
When we arrived at the restaurant, the waitress gave Parker his kids menu and immediately my child spied a bowl of spaghetti and butter on the front cover. Of course, this is what my child wanted. Now it's been weeks since Parker has had regular, gluten-packed noodles, and since I haven't noticed a huge difference with him I figure sure, why not.
The reasons why not should have been obvious to me. I am so inciting the whole "if I knew then what I know now". Within in an hour of him sucking down a bowl of noodles, my son looked as though he was in a food coma. His eyes were glossy, with a purplish tint underneath them, his face was splotchy, his ears were red and hot, and he would not acknowledge that I was speaking to him. When I would ask him a question or say his name, he just kind of stared off like I wasn't speaking. Now, I know that children can get like this anyways so I at first figure that he is just grouchy, or tired, or something.
Needless to say he falls asleep on the way home. Parker sleeps for almost five hours before I finally have to wake him up. The next problem? He is crying, whining, still blotchy in the face and stomach area, and will not cooperate with anything I ask him to do. Even after I physically dress him, put him into the van, drive him into town for Taekwondo, and sit there for 15 minutes while I wait for it to start, he still has not snapped out of his funk.
After two hours of him being in such a mood and unhappy with everything, I sent him to bed. It makes me sad that I had to do such, especially since it was over an hour before his bed time, but he really was so sad looking that I couldn't think of anything else to do. I had thought about giving him some benedryl, but I really dislike having to give my kids any medicine, so therefore, bed was the only option.
So, I once again, will restart tomorrow. I know that Oliver cannot cheat. And now I know that Parker cannot cheat either. I have my cabinets repacked with yummy snacks for them, I have my meal plan ready for this week. I am officially a mother with a renewed mission--funny how it only took one day for Parker to remind me the importance of my job.