Treasures

Sure there are times throughout the day… especially when I’m outside grabbing the 3 or 4 minutes of absolute silence and peace… that I close my eyes and imagine myself sitting on the beach sipping delicious fruity concoctions… or pretend I’m strolling the streets of some un-traveled city sampling delicious pastries while enjoying lattes and cappuccinos mid-afternoon….

I’m always abruptly drawn back to reality…

Dodging the ever present line of “water gun fire,” wiping the constant drip of popsicle juice from my leg… answering “yes” to the monotonous never-ending question… “Mom will you push me in the swing.”  

To keep ourselves pre-occupied around the house (cause the beach, Disney and any real travel are mute issues) I’ve tried to make the most out of our time by doing some fun “summery things.”

Here are just a few highlights of what we’ve been doing around here.  

My Dollar Store "shopping list"

Making up games "Circle hopscotch" or "Go find this number of things"

My new all-time favorite... "Frozen treasures" Find a bunch of junk around the house... put it in an ice-cube tray and freeze it... You would think I'd given them gold.

Doing science experiments (this one entails sucking ice) lol

When else does random junk like this come in handy?

Also freezing things like flowers, acorns and corn... you know... in case you don't have junk like us... lol.

Good ole "regular hopscotch"

"Hiking" (aka. Walking the loop at Bonnie Brook) Harper collects "nature treasures"

Creating nature collages. Go pick some random crap and iron it between wax paper... lol...

Decorating our house with aforementioned "random collected crap"

Before I know it I'll get to enjoy that beach trip... maybe even get to travel again... for now... I'll just savor these moments with kids - collecting memories- discovering life's little treasures.

Why not write a post at 2 a.m?

There was once a time in my life when being awake at 2 a.m. meant good times were rolling.

The combination of growing up, getting old and having kids... Has taken all the fun outta 2 a.m.

To say Saul "woke up" crazy would be vastly understating the idea of "crazy."

After a groggy attempt at checking BG and ketones and bolusing a BIG ole 509... I realized (through an amazing amount of screaming in my ear nonetheless) that Saul's insertion site was... well... not there. I looked and found it dangling near his diaper.

Unclear as to whether it was ripped out on purpose or pulled out on accident.

Thanks to my frenemy CGM I do know that the incident took place around 11:30 p.m.

A site change, an episode of Little Einsteins followed up by some Oso...and we were somewhat back to normal.

Poor Sebulsky (who had traveled to Ashland & back today for a conference and been up since 5) is a trooper... staying up to help Little Buddy transition outta Hulk phase and help change out his site.

Now... Fingers crossed he doesn't bottom out after that 509 bolus. Guess you'll just have to wait till 4:15 a.m. To find out.

Friendship in the form of food... and get well cards : )

This morning I heard a knock at the door.
It was my friend Lydia.

Delivering this.

As of now I have not sent out invites... and don't plan to do so.

I swept off the aluminum message and found this.
the.
most.
delicious.
cheesecake.
EEEEEEEVVVVVEEEERRRRR......

Sweet Audrey (Harpers buddy) also made her a "Get Well" card



BTW... look at how incredible this is... folks she's only 4!
































A few weeks ago I might have mentioned on FB... that "true love is making someone a cheesecake from scratch"

Well.... move over Jeff Sebulsky... there's a new love in town.

Thanks Lydia.
Thanks Audrey.

Ya'll are THE BEST!!!!

D in all its forms continued at the Grimes-Sebulsky house.

So. I guess I’m starting to get just a wee bit worried about Harper… cause things haven’t really changed since my last post… unless you count the transformation of her already tiny-thin body into a gaunt, bony ... eerily “Africanish” child (minus the skin tone and protruding belly) Holocaust looking survivor.

She has been sick since Friday night -and has maybe eaten- a total of 1 egg, 2 cheerios,  and a ¼ of an English muffin since then. She just looks plain sickly. Luckily… aside from a few “waves” of whininess  she’s back to playing and of course TALKING non-stop.

I want all of you out there in Internet land to remember this post and remind her (when she's between the ages of 13-22) that once upon a time... long, long ago... I was in the running for MOTY…

and that I….. despite my strong desire TO... NOT… GET… UP…. AND… DO… IT…. made her a pizza yesterday from scratch because...  when I pleaded with her “please… please… please…. EAT” she said “Okay Mommy…. I’ll eat a pizza if you make it” which of course she didn’t….

and....

that at 5:15 a.m. when she woke me up and cried… “Mommy I’m sssssooooooo hungry”..... despite my strong desire TO... NOT... GET... UP... AND... DO... IT... (cause I was busted tired from being up with Little Buddy) that I did in fact get up and make her food... and took it to her to eat in bed…. which of course she wouldn't. 

I know she’ll talk smack on me one day… complain that I’m an ogre ogar… a terrible awful human being not worthy of being related to her…. Ya’ll just remind her… okay? Which of course I’m sure you won’t... and even if you do... it won't make a difference.... cause we all know how teenagers are. lol.

Saul meanwhile has continued to “avoid the plague.” With every little “high BG blip” the knot (that constantly stays tied in my stomach) tightens just a little more. I pray he doesn’t get it… pray that if he does, he doesn’t get it as bad as Harper because I’m telling ya'll… this one will definetly put him in the hospital.

In other Saul-related news… he is going on day 3 of CGM "staying put" in the tummy. YEAH!!! (everyone feel free to let out a Halleluiah shout). He has,  on the other hand,  started messing with his pump. Nearly every time I lay him down for a nap I’ll hear him yell from his crib “MOM…. MOM… PUMP!” I go in and find him holding his pump (which he’s unclipped off his pants) and cccccrrrraaaacccckkkkiiinnng up. I’ll say “Saul… are you messing with your pump?” and he murmurs with that dag on bop bop in in his mouth, shaking his head...  “uhhh huuh” I say “Saul are you supposed to mess with your pump ? and he ALWAYS…. Looks at me and cracks up laughing shaking his head “nuhh uhh.” I clip it back on and he goes to sleep.  It’s a terrible comic routine that I’m sure I’m not handling correctly… but really… no one has given me any suggestions or advice in this area… so I’m kinda making it up as I go. I don’t want him to “NEVER” touch his pump because eventually he will have to learn how to operate it…. I’m just worried as rotten as he is… and as desperate to crack up as he is… what he could/would do to that pump to get a chuckle.

So. No Cincinnati. No over-night stay with Maw-maw. All these canceled plans have made us a little sad, cranky and feeling cooped up. I may have to “step it up” with some ideas of more “super fun CHEAP things we can do around the house” lol… looks like Pinterest is calling my name.

Harper's latest artistic creation. She said she made it for the "Artsy Art Show"(whatever that is... Mountain State Arts & Crafts Fair... perhaps?) Medium: wet chalk

Harper pretending to be Aurora (or as the rest of the world knows her... Sleeping Beauty)

How many games of CandyLand can you play in one day?? umm... I'd say about 15.

My artist & her assistant "wetting" the chalk for her.

Prince Charming & Sleeping Beauty... in the version where Sleeping Beauty has the plague and Prince Charming un-knowingly kisses her.... In the words of Little Buddy "uh-oh"

This was before the meltdown. Right before Saul threw a cup of water all over her "artwork"

At least this kept them both busy for a little bit.

She may be sick... but she party's on like a rock star.

Friday "Filler" {scratch that} Saturday "Sickies"

Written on Friday, June 22 1:00 pm

So I really wanted to sit down and continue with the riveting saga from yesterday… an ode to clean clothes and fresh linens… or even start a new post about our overly exciting errand adventures this morning… nothing like dragging along 2 cranky kids to 4 different “non-kid friendly” establishments…

Yet each time I’ve attempted to sit down for more than 5 seconds someone or something from somewhere is requiring my attention.

So we’ll see how far I get with this one today.

Grandma (to EH & Solly) Mom Sebulsky (to me) got us this really cool “money counting” jar thingy a few years ago. 



"The counting money jar thingy"

I’m a sucker for “As Seen On TV” crap… especially around the holidays and I gotta say… her gift has been uber cool and def. used. Harper (and now Saul) love sticking coins in it especially cause they get to watch it “add all up.” and it shows them the total. I keep it sitting out in the laundry room and we’ve been randomly putting coins in it for a while.  Harper knows it’s our “shared” bank so generally when she finds any money she runs to her own piggy bank… which is why I was surprised to glance over and see we’d reached a whopping $50 while in the midst of my “washing spree” the other day.

Although it says $50.00 we actually came home with $51.74. The little money counting dude who lives in the lid musta made an error.

I figured we better go ahead and cash it in… especially since we’ve got a busy weekend ahead of us.

Saul ready to roll...

Harper so excited she was actually "taking pictures" of our her money jar

I knew Harper was excited about going to the bank for $$.... until she got out and saw this massive spider... then I witnessed "real" excitment. Unfortunately we didn't have our bug jar with us in the van. She was very disapointed by that.

She begged me to pour the coffee out of my coffee mug and use it as a "bug holder. I agreed to take 500 pics with my phone instead.

One of "Mommy's old kids" who helped us at the bank. Thanks Ashley!! I miss you!!

And as if spotting a giant amazon spider and walking out with $50 cash wasn't enough.... Ashley hooked us up with some sucker action!

* Stopped writing/adding a ridiculous amount of pictures on Friday, June 22 1:00 pm (coincidently to answer that previous question)... this is how far I got… lol

I’ll add in a little “Mom of the Year” stuff for your enjoyment… I stopped here because I got tired of yelling screaming at Harper to GO TO SLEEP. I think I might have even added a whispered “freaking” in between the YELLED “TO” and “SLEEP” several times. She tried napping on two different couches in two different locations and on 2 different recliners before she ended up on the floor.... finally after suggesting to lock her in the closet or tie her to the train table I just gave up and pacified her by saying screaming …. Just go in the playroom… get a stack of books and DON’T TALK TO ME FOR 15 MINUTES!!!!!! She was good and quiet for all of 35 seconds.

She was sooo sooo sooo sooo sooo excited that she couldn’t sleep… couldn’t rest… couldn’t nap… couldn’t STOP TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT… our “special girls only night out Margret Dean.”

She had already picked out her dress, shoes and panties… combed her hair (a huge feat for her) and decided what she’d have for dinner and snack later at the movies.  She’d been preparing for this night for DAYS....

Here she is with her "Brave app" which is actually REALLY cool... cause it reads the story to you... which means... maybe I'll get a free 3-4 minutes of peace.

… anticipating the pure joy of

1. Seeing MD

2. Talking and playing with MD

3. Eating & playing at Chic-fil-A with MD

and finally…

4. Going to the “real fe-at-er to see Brave with MD”

The night started off perfect with plenty of giggling, singing and scary story telling on our way to Lex.

Harper non-stop talking

MD non-stop talking

We continued the excitement with nuggets and the good ole indoor playground

Thanks Britt for the pic! btw... we cracked up at the little dude in the background

… even made it to the movies on time with twizzlers and popcorn in hand…..

MD, EH & Merida

And through the first half hour of the movie….

and.

then.

She got a little weird… whispering to me during the movie “Mom… I need an icecube for my head.” Of course I laughed her off and was like… “huh?... all the while shoving another twizzler down her gullet.” A few minutes later she wanted to sit on my lap… (this was the real tell-tell sign) this was followed by “Mom I gotta go potty” and then “Mom my head realllllllllly hurts” and then “Mom my belly feels weird” at which point I started texting Sebulsky to say {… umm... get ready to come save me from a nightmarish vomit-diarrhea disaster that inevitably will take place ANY… FREAKING… SECOND…}

but.

She cried when I told her Jeff was coming and said… just let me close my eyes and stay with MD in the movie… which she did… and slept… through a good ¾ of the movie… that I continued to watch and enjoy… (another crowning “MOTY moment.”)

Suffice to say we made it safely home (to a plagued house of illness nonetheless) with little buddy running a 101 temp – nice, whiney and clingy… and Harper checking in at 102.4

Two sick sad Sebulsky's

Sebulsky &  I dosed them kiddos up, covered the house with as many towels and sheets as possible and promptly put them both to bed.

Fortunately we made it through the night… sans bodily explosions.

Unfortunately we haven’t been so lucky through the day today.

Harper is devastated because our Cincinnati outing has been postponed…

However between bouts of running to the potty and sipping on ice-pops we’ve managed to squeeze in a few good games of Candy Land.

I’m off to run YET another load of laundry… folks I’m telling ya… I live an exciting life

Oh… and please keep your fingers crossed and say a little prayer for Saul… he can’t afford to get this… and if he does… someone please supply me with ample weaponry… i.e. plenty of insulin, Lysol, and diapers… oh and several boxes of wine for my sanity.

Thursday Throwback? Scratch that... Let's make it a Throwdown.

So this will be my first post via iPhone. Excuse the poor quality & blame it on the phone.

I've decided to tackle another "D-beast" residing at this house... One far nastier than Diabetes... the ever present dirt that is everywhere on everything thanks to the 2 kids under 4 and 3 hairy pets... Oh and I'll go ahead and toss a Mawmaw in the mix cause she spilled a glass of wine 2 months ago on the couch and I finally decided today... umm..guess I better take care of that.

I like to think I'm too busy enriching the lives of my children with meaningful educational opportunities all day that I don't have time to say... sweep... Or mop... or god forbid dust. {insert sarcastic sneer here for those who don't get it}.

Truth of the matter is the kids and I have had a fantastic week filled with tons of swimming and outside play.

I've given up stressing out over Sauls continuous high BG levels and just tried to push fluids & insulin and carry on having fun.

I will slide a side note in and add... man oh man is he a beast when he's high... I mean full on hulk out crazy A beast. I may take to calling him Hulky...

And a public apology to Hamburg Target shoppers who witnessed his wrath last night and my unphased attempts to tame him as we browsed through the matchbox car aisle.

We've got big plans tomorrow & Saturday and then a mini overnight trip to Mawmaws on Tuesday to visit while Sebulsky is attending a conference in Ashland. Good times... Good times.

I must return to my D-duties while children are napping... I can guarantee my attempts to clean play doh outta the carpet, ketchup off the wall and marker off the TV will be riveting discussion in a future post.

I'll leave you with pics of "night-swimming" Harpers newest favorite summer activity.

Taming the Beast

I somewhat feel guilty for being glad things got worse… I had really started to doubt myself after Saul’s BG levels miraculously started leveling a few weeks ago- couple that with an “excellent health report” from Dr. Irene and night upon night of endless, glorious, uninterrupted SLEEP… and I started thinking…  “Maybe we jumped the gun?” “Are things really bad enough for me to take an entire year off?” “Perhaps I could go back to work in a few months… say Oct?” and then… as spontaneously as things “had” improved… things “returned to the normal” we’ve grown accustomed too since the day of diagnosis - the never ending drama of constant ups and downs, the blips of “too high” highs and “too low” lows. As if this wasn’t reassurance enough… I felt even better when Sebulsky said last night out of the blue… “We’ve made the right decision.”

So since I practically vomit out my life on FB I have little to add to what I already discussed about yesterday’s hypo nightmare. If you’re living a life of neglect and do not use FB… here’s a recap.

After changing out Saul’s insertion site and CGM sensor we sat down to lunch. I did a half-A job of counting carbs and “guesstimated.” Because he’d been running so high, and because we bribed him with candy during CGM insertion,  I erred on “over” bolusing for lunch.

He lays down for nap. Harper goes to sleep on couch. 20 min later he’s still awake. I hear a thwap then a thunk then chuckles. I peek through the door and find CGM sensor & transmitter laying on the floor… he’d pulled off the tegaderm, ripped out his CGM and flung it across the bedroom floor. Most concerning is not the fact that he did it… but rather that it cracked him up… I fear he may find this form of entertainment so delightful that we’ll have to duct tape the sucker to him… At any rate I laid him back down and shut the door.  

An hour  or so later I was abruptly woken by a shrill, blood-curdling scream . Harper jumped up and said “I’ll go check on him.” A few minutes of silence went by (a rarity around here) and I actually thought that maybe… just maybe… he’d either gone back to sleep or they were quietly playing with stuffed animals.

I walked in to find Saul still lying down, red, sweating and totally lethargic.  His body was limp and he was unable to sit up. I immediately ran to get his meter – I actually thought he was headed towards DKA… since his numbers had been so high. Instead I was shocked to find his BG at 50. I again left Harper with him in the crib and got his juice. Because he was unable to sit up I had to literally open his mouth and squeeze the juice in. It was gone in a matter of seconds. Typically he comes “out of it” after the first sip or two… starts perking up… this time he remained lifeless. I ran back for more juice… thinking maybe I should grab the glucagon just in case. I resisted the urge to poor more sugar down calmly telling myself… wait… wait the 15 min… At which point I re-checked his BG to find he’d dropped to 45.

I won’t lie… at this point I was pretty scared. I ran back and grabbed another juice, a pack of fruit gummies and the pushpop we’d lured him with earlier. Amazingly… after all that sugar intake in only 30 min or so… his BG was still just 91- which is considered low for him.

It was on the 3^rd juice box that I got him to sit up. By the 3^rd or 4^th gummy I could get him to talk to me. By the time he’d made his way to the pushpop he was throwing cars at the fish tank… at which point I let out a huge sigh of relief.

I have replayed the entire scene in my head several times thinking things like … what could I have done differently… what needs to be in his bedroom in an emergency kit in case this happens again… I need to teach Harper how to dial 911 and what to say, I need to teach Harper how to give him juice if this happens again, I need to teach Harper how to check his BG… Is it too much pressure on her to act as my emergency contact person… she is after all only a mere 4 years old.

If you know her- you’d probably say no. She was pretty amazing yesterday-   and the fact that I relied on her to stay with him while I ran to get stuff says a lot. I said Harper just keep talking to him and hold his hand. While certain events are still blurry to me… I do remember vividly how funny she was… she said “Solly… you just listen to me little buddy… Once upon a time… there were Little Einstein’s…”

A few months ago I would have lost it. Ended up calling 911 and had an ambulance on its way… but I channeled some “get your crap together Grimes mojo” and just pushed the sugar. I don’t really get those sayings I see all over pinterest… the “Stay Calm and ______________” sayings… however yesterday I kept repeating… stay calm and cram sugar… stay calm and cram sugar… lol. Maybe I’ll jump on the “stay calm” bandwagon.



Don't worry... I didn't document in the midst of a diabetic emergency... this was the aftermath... pump suspended, candy everywhere, empty juice boxes... lancets and meters... I thought it kinda "nicely summed things up" lol.



I just realized this is an incredibly boring, poorly written post.

Should. Stop. While. I’m. Ahead.

But will end on this note.

I saw this in a book last week and I couldn’t agree more.

I'll admit it.

I used to be one of “those” people.

I used to think… “Diabetes Smiabetes what’s the hoopla?”

Then I see what the beast can do…..

However… recently… instead of being afraid of the big D beast I’ve come to a point where I’m feeling kinda motivated to kick some big D beast butt… I’m cleaning it clean for you Mom.  

I cue the music in my head

I close my eyes

I slap on my gloves

I gobble some egg yolks

Okay… I won’t lie… I’ve never even watched a Rocky movie… but today seems like a good day to start. 

Food. From V to D.

I was a vegetarian for a good 5-6 years or so when I first moved here to Kentucky- partly because I grew health conscious- and- partly because I liked the challenge of testing my will power. While a bit of a struggle at first, over time my taste preferences evolved and eventually I grew to hate the sight of meat, especially in raw form. I couldn’t stand to walk by meat markets or delis or even step foot in BD Mongolian grill (lol).

My relationship with food had changed. I looked at food differently. I contemplated it more, ate less of it for pleasure and more of it for fuel and spent way more time in the “living foods” and “healthy options” section than the “cereal aisle” or “potato chip aisle” (consequently spending way more $$ as well).  

Then… I got pregnant.

I vividly recall the exact moment in time when the hankering happened. Sebulsky and I were driving through Georgetown to  watch the GRC boys play in the state championship soccer game when… all…of… a… sudden… I had the most ridiculous… yearning… craving… desire…..

(for a juicy, thick, delicious steak??)

oh no…  I forced Jeff Sebulsky at pointed finger gun point, to take me to McDonalds for a cheeseburger. I can still remember the smell of those fallen diced onions , the slight crunch of the not-so-fresh bun and that oh so tasty tiny thin burger that was devoured in seconds and was so i.n.c.r.e.d.i.b.l.y. delicious after all those years. 

And that my friends… “is all she wrote.” I’ve been eating meat in all its forms and glory ever since that monumental, ceremonial craving back in October 2007.

Food became “fun” again… corn dogs at Fairs, making late night runs to the border, and yes… I actually started eating more than “plain biscuits” at McDonalds again... curse you Mikey D's and all that crack you lace in irresistible fries and nasty but ohhhh soo sooo sooo yummy nuggets.

Then… I got a diabetic child.

Being a parent of a Type 1 toddler quickly changes a lot of things in life. At just 4 months in- I would say the greatest challenge and most difficult adjustment has been food and meal related.

Because once again... I struggle as my relationship with food is transformed.

Since January 28^th I have had to count, measure and review every single piece of “edible anything” that has entered Saul’s mouth.

Though it has gotten easier - every meal still consists of a meticulous 3 step process: 

1. Carb-counting, balancing protein, measuring serving size

2. Getting Saul to eat (every measured bite on his plate) which he doesn't do (because really... ? what toddler ever does anything you want them to do)

3. Scraping every leftover food item from his clothing, high chair, floor, ceiling and walls so that it can be measured, calculated and deducted from what DID make it into his mouth so an accurate does of insulin can be bolused  by his pump.

Sure I’m much better at it now than I was back in January:  the routine, the counting carbs, knowing serving sizes, balancing meals with lots of protein and healthy diabetic friendly food choices…

- attempting to actually eat out in public where the painstaking process is openly visible. - No matter how desperate my endeavors are at keeping things on the “DL” we have yet to go anywhere in public with Saul & food where someone, outta somewhere hasn’t questioned the practice or given us a verbal (or non-verbal) sympathy.

And while I’ve/we’ve advanced from novice to proficient… dealing with “food” and “eating” is still just as annoying as it was 4 months ago.

I tell myself that I have an advantage over other parents because I have experienced living with food-restrictions (though mine was by choice not need). I tell myself that this is a good lifestyle change for the entire family - not just Saul... and maybe he will lead others later in life to make good healthy food choices because they want too not because they have too.

I tell myself… you never know… maybe I’ll get so inspired I go back to full-fledged vegetarianism (Tofurkey 2012 it IS!) … okay Sebulsky… I can see cyber “eye rolls.”

Hey-  even you can’t deny a love for some good ole' deep fried tofu….

Making the Grade

So I jokingly mentioned this on FB the other day… and sorry to all you other little T-1 kiddos out there…

but… 

Saul Sebulsky is Dr. Irene’s favorite patient. I know, because she said so…. like at least 3 times… and told him to keep it on the DL so the other kids don’t get jealous.

I have to say… I can’t blame her. Saul rocked the UK Ped’s Endo office Wednesday morning. Other than a tiny crying fit when attempting blood pressure he was pretty much the greatest, most hilarious little dude ever. He charmed “Bob” the med school student with his causal nod when asked “Is it okay for me to listen to your chest?” then had everyone in the room in tears laughing when Bob placed the stethoscope to his chest and Saul with a grin says “Ahhh…. Coooool.”  By the time we left he also had the nurse wrapped around his little finger.  He nearly passed out from excitement shouting  “CAAAAARRRRRSSSSS!!!!!” in her ear as he pointed to the Mater sticker on her ID badge while she was taking vitals. And then… as if in a final “show em up… these other kids ain’t got crap on me” gesture he really blew Dr. Irene 5 kisses and gave her an air high 5 when she told him bye.

I know you think I’m kidding… but I swear… all accounts are accurate. Ask Sebulsky.

It’s no wonder he left with extra stickers and a toy. I left thinking… dag on… we got all these folks fooled.

All in all the entire experience was quiet pleasant. I had psyched myself up for weeks stressing over A1C and yo-yo-ing BG levels. When Dr. Irene told me his A1C had actually decreased I nearly let “holy &#%@” slip out. Needless to say, she was extremely pleased with progress and his overall growth and development.

I’m not sure if she sensed my need for feedback, remembered my life as a former teacher, or was generally just pleased… but she wrote a big ole A+ on his discharge papers and provided me with plenty of positive praise.

I tried to suppress the smile that was splitting my face in half...  tried to minimize the ultimate feeling of joy and success as we walked out the door… reminded myself… this  is only the 2^nd of what will be a lifetime of A1C’s… so don’t get all cocky… and don’t take these numbers to heart…

But the truth is - it’s hard not too.

It’s hard to ever know for sure that he’s really okay. It’s difficult when you don’t feel like you’ve got things under control- even if you really do. And even though I force myself to not think about the crazy stuff… like the effects this has on cognitive development, amputations, or kidney dialysis… It all creeps up when we go in for A1C checks.

The first thing I’d always do when receiving a syllabus in college was look at the grade breakdown. I’d whip out a calculator and figure out exactly what percent I’d have to make on specific assignments to get an A or B (okay… sometimes a C as an undergrad). When possible I’d always try to “stack” grades… like try to earn as many points on easy assignments in case I’d do poorly on future assignments or difficult exams.

I wish got a syllabus with diabetes. I wish I knew the breakdown of grades for when Saul is an adult. I like to think that I’m stacking as many points as possible now… while he’s young… while I attempt to control him so that when difficult times come… he’ll still pass and be okay.

I tried explaining this to him over lunch today… but it’s often difficult to hold a discussion of this nature with a 20 month old. I think he mighta got what I was saying cause I did get an air high 5 and “ah cool” in response.

Little Buddy waiting on Dr. Irene

Stickers & toy for Saul. A+ for Grimes & Sebulsky