The Bean got her back pricked yesterday and she didn't even flinch.

Who: The Bean. Me (there solely in a supervisory position). Doctor. Nurse.
What: Six month allergist follow-up/food allergy retesting (The Bean only gets 11 pricks, her reactions last time looked like the top left one in the second column)
When: Yesterday. Called back half an hour late after arriving 10 minutes early.
Why: Six months ago, Bean received test of 10 major food allergens. Four spots reacted strongly, peanut, milk, egg yolk and egg white, with big welts surrounded by a big ring of red skin. She's been on an elimination diet since then. Time to retest.
Where: In the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups room (all the rooms are themed after Hershey's candy after the doc's alma mater), which seemed rude, since Reese's peanut butter cups are especially off limits! But she's never had them, so she doesn't know what she's missing.
How: The Bean happily sat while the nurse pricked her back with the 10 test serums and then the control histamine. Waited 15 minutes while her allergies, um, developed? Presented themselves? Made themselves known? Sprang forth in hives upon her delicate back? Last time it only took 5 minutes for the test spots to go crazy. This time, we played with Kleenex and talked about the cars and people we saw out the window. Don't worry, we said nice things.
Results: Just by looking at it, I could tell two of the test spots were reacting a lot less than the last time (1 and 4), while the other two looked about the same, maybe slightly smaller (2 and 3). Number 4 was about half the size of 2 and 3. Number 1 was barely visible, with just a little welt and a pinkish ring around it. I figured 1 and 4 were probably milk and one of the egg ones (they test for both egg white and yolk). However ... #1 was the peanut!
Conclusion: It appears Bean is outgrowing her peanut allergy! The doctor said it looks really promising. We're still avoiding peanuts, but she'll be tested again in six months. She can start having baked goods with milk and eggs in them. My friend said we should recelebrate her birthday with a real cake. She still can't have milk and eggs plain, or things with too much eggs or dairy in them, but it's progress! Doc said having the small amounts of milk and eggs in baked goods should help her body get over the allergies even more.
So, there you have it. A nice, long, boring post about things you don't really care about! With no pictures! But I appreciate the chance to go on and on about this (what is the positive version of venting?)! With any luck, she'll get over all her allergies!


Sometimes it's good to let the babies roam free. A photo essay.

Make babies jump to get rid of excess energy.
Go ahead, let them climb on roofs. Barefoot, even!
And slide down dangerous slides ...
The birthday girl braves the heights.
Confession time: This is the roof of a root cellar.
Not high at all. Shh, these girls are still the bravest
of the brave!
Handsome cousin enjoys a roll in honor of the birthday girl.
The moment when the Bean thought we gave her
cousin her beloved Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
book. Wish I'd caught her face just a second later ...
No, dearie. Your copy is at home.
The glasses brigade! My sister and I, with the reason we both need glasses.
This boy melts my heart.
You wish for these kinds of photos,
with his big brown eyes melting your cold, cold heart ...
But this is usually the type of photo you get.
Babies + balloons = screechy giggles and AWESOME hair.
Wrap babies in balloons for even more fun. They were just a blur.
We partied into the early evening, when the light started to fade and it got chilly.
Happy birthday, sweetheart.
Thanks for letting us come play!


We visited the witches one day.

Sometimes you need to be up for an adventure, right? Don't tell their school, but I checked the boys out early last Thursday so we could visit with out-of-town family. I'm sure they didn't miss much the last hour and a half of class.

My sister-in-law M and my two nephews were visiting from Nevada so we met them and my dad, granddad and another nephew at Gardner Village. We had quite the caravan going, with three strollers, a wheelchair, two 'big boys,' two moms (one with baby in wrap) and my dad. Little B and Little J (think they'll be called BF and JK from here on out ...) each took turns pushing various strollers and chasing around toddlers. JK was a ton of help and got a kick out of pushing his cousin, Davey. BF is old hat at this helping with younger kids thing, so he was less amused. But he obviously had a good time anyway, showing off his muscles.

Most of the gang.
The Bean and her grandpa.
 Thanks for all the fun, guys! We'll caravan strollers with you anytime!