Eating Healthy

I should explain.  For those who know me well know that I don't keep juice in our house, you'll never find Soda unless it's leftover from entertaining.  Rarely you'll find a bag of potato chips.  We cook from scratch, 95% of the time.  I buy bulk meat, from a local farmer, so that I serve local primarily grass fed pasture raised beef and pork.  I try to buy the best quality chicken I can afford.  I nearly never ever buy cookies from the grocery store.  I made all my daughters baby food from scratch with organic ingredients, and I nursed her until past 6 months.

I tell you all of this, because even when you eat like this, and have this mind set, you can still find where it is creeping into your life.  Don't be like me, and think, "I eat healthy, so it can't be my diet".  The rare treat, or even the not so rare "healthy" product can be as deceptive and dangerous as all the junk food on the shelf.

I was honestly caught off guard by the response to my first post.  I wanted it to impact the lives of others, but  it seemed like just a dream.  And yet, as I continue to watch my daughter, and wait for bedtime, and hope for another successful night.  I am hopeful.

My daughter bounded up to my car when we all got home from work/school this evening.  She was covered in paint.  "Why are you covered in paint?"  response: "because I was painting.  I was painting fireworks, and they go high in the air, boom.  *waves arms in the air*."  I almost burst into tears.  She looked perplexed so I brushed it off.  And it perhaps seems silly to you.  But in the past 99% of responses were met with, "I don't know".  As though her words were caught deep inside her.

In retrospect I feel as though her mind was in fast forward, and she couldn't keep up with it enough in order to get the words out.  The number one identifying characteristics they say in a dye sensitivity, is the inconsistency of it all.  One day normal, the next day not.  Months abnormal, but weeks perfectly fine.  It's true.  I always thought the reason it got better was we were doing "something"right.  And then somehow, out of nowhere, instead of doing something "right" it would all go wrong.

In the times that things were "right", you could tell she was a maddeningly intelligent little girl.  Who proves at times to excel at many things, and to be wise, and smart beyond her small 3.5 years.  But in the times of wrong, it seemed nearly impossible to imagine the other little girl was in there at all.

In the past couple of days, her words are flowing.  She is articulate.  She is happy.  I suppose hoping for a repeat tonight of bedtime last night will be asking for a lot.  So I stay cautiously optimistic.  Stay tuned.  And please, if you ever look at your child, and think, what was in that ________.  Don't laugh and walk away.  Let the question linger, and consider the possibility that you're NOT crazy.  That there IS something in it.  And you CAN help them.