|Gluten Free Birthday Cake|
Yesterday, there was a letter addressed to TJ. I knew instantly it had to be a party invitation, which put my stomach in knots. I am always thankful that TJ gets invited to parties and that people are not afraid to invite him because, frankly, he is a lot of work. I hate the fact that despite everything we do to make it otherwise, he is 'different.' He excitedly opened his mail to reveal a replica of a Twins game ticket. (Really cute actually.) While he reads the invite for details I am going through freezer inventory in my head- do we have gluten free cupcakes or brownies? If not, do I have time to make them? In the freezer there are four chocolate cupcakes with frosting- thanks Grandma! Then I see the time for the party and the note that they will eat at his house before going to the gym to play. Oh, great! I hate these phone calls! I have to call the parent and get details on exactly what will be served. Not only do I need to know the carbohydrate count but also the ingredient list. I know that it is necessary, but the entire time I am talking I am feeling like the helicopter mom from hell! This time, however, things are looking up because she is serving Taco in a Bag. This is one of the favorite foods at our house. As luck would have it, she has a choice of Doritos- which he can't eat- and plain corn chips- which he can! Okay, one obstacle overcome. Next, "So, what brand of taco seasoning do you use?" Lucky again- it's McCormick! And she is serving water and fruit. The way we jumped around and hollered at our house after I hung up, you would have thought we won the lottery. Usually, if it is pizza, I make him a pizza and send it along. But, really, do you want to be the kid eating the cold, homemade pizza when everyone else gets a hot and gooey Domino's? This will also be his first birthday party with the pump. He is getting a ride to the party from the family. Their house happens to be near my school, so now I have a reason to stop by- I will drop off the gift and his cupcake so he doesn't have to bring it to school. And, while I am there I can just happen to double check the food and check his blood sugar. I am sure this will get easier as he gets older and is able to count his own carbs, like his sister's do. However, as the carb counting gets easier, I fear that the "I have to bring my own food to parties" thing will get very old! I guess we will deal with that as it comes. For now- Yeah, Taco in Bag!