Dosing & Daffodils

by Erin

Spring has come to Sugar Rush Survivors land. The daffodils are coming up in our front yard. Life springs anew, life moves on. Continue reading →

Magic School Bus

by Erin

Grasshopper’s class went to the zoo the week before Thanksgiving. It was his first field trip as a kindergartner. He was thrilled to go to the zoo with his school friends but he was absolutely beside himself about going there on a big yellow school bus! Continue reading →

How to Make a Peanut Butter Sandwich 

by Erin

Silly, right? Of course you take two pieces of your favorite bread, slap some PB on there, glob jelly on if you want, smush the bread slices together and serve it up to your hungry kid. Or significant other. Or yourself because it’s… Peanut Butter Jelly Time! Continue reading →

Kindergarden Confidential

Menu Planning: Grasshopper Grub

We don’t have it all figured out, but we have the beginning of a plan.

by Erin

Ok, so Grasshopper isn’t a mini Anthony Bourdain but he does enjoy food, cooking, and lately he enjoys putting together his own menus for lunch and school snacks. I like to cook but I do often get in a rut. Once a food item or meal fits nicely in the intersection of my daily vin diagram of “Nutritious Food,” “Grasshopper Approved,” and “I Know How To Dose Insulin For This Food,” I am loathe to change it out of rotation. If it WORKS and he LIKES it then by golly, you can have that every day of the week for lunch, son. But does that fly with the Grasshopper? Nope. Continue reading →


by Erin

All Mommying and No Writing Makes Erin A Dull Woman

Written around 10am September 14, 2017:

Dealing with T1D means I come face to face, several times a day, with the fact that I have much less control over the daily events of life than I ever want to admit. I want it to make sense. I want there to be a reason why my son’s blood sugar keeps going down today in spite of lots of snacks. AND I WANT IT TO STAY THE SAME REASON SO I CAN GET THIS STUFF RIGHT, MOVE ON WITH MY DAY, AND DO THE SAME THING WITH THE SAME RESULTS THE NEXT TIME. Continue reading →

Midnight Preparations 

by Erin

It is after midnight on September 19. The smell of insulin in my kitchen means that I’m getting another cartridge ready for Grasshopper’s insulin pump. It smells like hospitals. Like Band-Aids. To me it smells like life for my 5 year old son. Continue reading →