As expected, this past week was a little harder than previous weeks for Logan; the Diflucan caused some die-off reactions, and daycare reported seeing more blurting out, interrupting, and restlessness than they’d seen in quite a while. But compared to previous rounds of die-off we’ve gone through, this one was pretty mild. And hopefully, it means the antifungal treatment is working.
With the ups and downs of the week, I was bracing myself for the weekend. Logan had not one but two birthday parties on Saturday–which meant extra energy and exercise, leading to overload, of course, but it also meant going through two rounds of passing when pizza, cake, juice, pop, and candy were passed around. It’s already a lot to expect a little kid to decline pizza when all his friends are eating it–it seems just cruel to make him do that twice in one day.
We prepared as best we could. My husband cooked late into Friday night, making cauliflower pizza crusts (even though it’s more work at the time, it works out better just to make a ton at once and freeze a few). I made pumpkin muffins, which Logan actually chose instead of our usual party cupcakes. That was fine with me–pumpkin muffins are way easier to make (no frosting!).
Saturday morning we added toppings to a pizza crust and heated it in the oven. Then we wrapped the pizza in an insulated case (the kind pizza delivery guys carry) and put that in a big bag along with a Tupperware full of muffins, a big bottle of sparkling water and a small bottle of liquid stevia to make “pop,” and a container of sliced strawberries and dairy-free, gluten-free, stevia-sweetened chocolate chips. I had been warned by the parents from birthday party #1 that there would be a pinata, and the strawberries and chocolate chips were my candy substitute.
I felt like we were leaving for a week when we piled the van full of a food bag and gift bags for each party.
I wish I knew what the parents of the birthday kids thought. They both had been understanding when I called ahead and asked what they’d be serving so I could bring substitutes–in fact, the dad of birthday kid #1 even asked if there was a certain type of candy he could put in the pinata, and if I had a dairy-free, gluten-free, sugar-free recipe for cake that he should make. I laughed.
Both parties served fruit, which was very considerate. Of course, it didn’t replace the junk food, it just was in addition to the junk food, and technically, the fruit still has too much sugar for Logan–but I let him eat some of it anyway. You pick your battles.
Happily, everything went smoothly at birthday party #1, though Logan wasn’t interested in playing party games with the other kids. At least he joined in when the kids were all given light sabers made out of pool noodles and ran around in the backyard with the other junior Jedis.
We left birthday party #1 early (after cake but before the pinata, which I think was lucky. Logan did great with his food, but I have a feeling candy would have been a different story). On our way to birthday party #2, we stopped at home long enough to pick up a second pizza, which Jason had cooked while we were gone. Keeping food warm enough but not mushy is the hardest part about these birthdays.
The second party was at a bounce house-type place, which fit Logan’s style much better. There were much fewer social demands; everyone simply ran around and bounced until their legs gave out. Logan loved it.
When it came time to eat, he once again inhaled his cauliflower pizza. When they handed out cake, I was busy talking to another parent and didn’t notice.
“Mom!” Logan said. I held up three fingers (a “W”) for him to wait. We’re working on not interrupting.
“Mom!” Logan urgently said again, and again. When I turned around, I saw why he was so insistent: Someone had given him a slice of cake. I quickly fished his muffins from the food bag.
“Wow,” the other mom said. “He didn’t even try to eat that!”
By the end of birthday party #2, I was exhausted. Logan was tired, too, but amazingly, we didn’t have a single meltdown or crash. Supper time, bath time, and bedtime all went smoothly. It makes me happy to know all the work of staying sugar-free is totally worth it.
Feeling: Partied out