Oh gosh. I only ever have time for a quickie. ; ) Here are some Picture People pictures, and if I'm behind sending you a thank you note for your graciousness, please forgive me!! I'm going as fast as I can!
She told me that all those food wrappers I’d found in her room, she had indeed consumed. She said she wasn’t so much sneaking food (my words) as hiding extra food when she asked for a snack (I know, mincing words). She said she’d hold a pack of peanut butter crackers with 2 protein bars behind them, and ask for a snack. When we said yes, give yourself a bolus…she’d bolus for the crackers and one protein bar. The other she just ate. (!) She said she thought if the carb number in the bolus was too high, I’d find it in her bolus history. (ha! She gives me tooo much credit.) So, this is the Random High Culprit. I’m just glad to get it out in the open honestly.
She obviously doesn’t want me mad at her, and I asked her if she thinks I’d rather find her 400 or find an extra bolus, and she didn’t know. (!) Does she know me at all? It’s all about the numbers. So, I told her what I’d rather find. We discussed it all with the doctor too, since I’ve been feeling awful about why her a1c has been higher the past two visits, and why I can’t figure out the random high numbers. I felt like I had some ‘splaining to do. So we both felt bad.
Better now, thank goodness. He said we need to make a list/spot for snacks she can have ANYtime, even 10 minutes before dinner, so she has some autonomy. Good idea. Gotta add that to my Things To Do list. ; )
And add to Momma's grief? I got a 'letter' in the mail about Ethan's kindergarten testing. Seems we still have some work to do. He doesn't know his nickel or dime and their values, doesn't know what an exclamation point, period, comma, or question mark are (or mean!), and can't count to 50 properly. Umm..and has to point to words as I read them in a book...there's a little more. Let's just say when he woke me up at 7 this morning (after going to bed at 11:30 and feeding a baby all night), I made him breakfast and sat at the bar with him reading books, and TEACHING!! It's been a long time, but I can't believe he's deficient. : ( I can't let them remember I'm a teacher! I'm a disappointment to my profession! (well, I am out of a contract and even my license is expired at this point...) ; ) Is that explanation enough?
Hope your littles have good numbers... and know their numbers! ; )