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The Crazies


This sweet little boy is so wonderful... happy, bright, and bold.  He is in his element outside, playing and running and yelling, and being "all boy".  Those moments are sweet and wonderfully normal.   But some days are not wonderfully normal around our house. 

There are days filled with temper tantrums, yelling, and over-the-top meltdowns over things large and small, mostly small... where it is difficult to comfort or even connect with him.  Such is the life of a family dealing with sensory integration disorder.


When we began to see super intense reactions and behaviors that were out of sync with his development age we began investigating why things (everyday normal transitions, routines, activities) seemed so hard.  It took a long hard year and a half to identify the issue we were dealing with.  By age three we had a formal diagnosis.  And it has taken us nearly two years to figure out how to set this little lamb up for a semi-successful launch into the land of healthy and happy childhood.  There are many factors that play into his successful days.  We know things are going well when he is choosing to use words instead of grunting and arguing or pushing his way through relational interactions.   The factors that yield that success (we have learned) are multi-faceted. But the most recent is the realization that...

                                                Cookie + Bread = The Crazies

Gluten.  Nothing seems to ramp his motor up more than this little element... found in nearly any and every prepackaged food (or pseudo-food) out there... it is everywhere.  After doing a bit of experimenting we are able to see the serious effect gluten has on this little man's ability to make it through the day.  Everything within me wanted this not to be true.  Because, I love my pop-tarts and cheerios,  and my hubby is a Southern boy who understands what good biscuits and gravy are all about.  So what is this mama to do?

Change...  

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2015 has brought us (mainly me... as I am the baker in the house) to the conclusion it is time to create a gluten-free approach to the bread items in our home.  Honestly, I was reluctantly resolved until I found this little gem of a cookbook.  I kid you not. It is the best GF cookbook I have ever used.  Cookies taste like cookies, bread taste like bread, granola, muffins... to die for.  I am hooked, and little man is too.


Best Chocolate cookies... EVER!
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