James, our 3-year-old, is allergic to gluten. And soy. And I found that out today when my new friend, Lisa, called me and told me there was a "caca" incident.
We've just moved to the neighborhood here and there's nothing like making an impression on a small neighborhood by having your child poop in their backyard. It's a quick way to be able to bathe your child in their tub. James (or Nathanael, we haven't decided which name to use yet, poor boy) had none of his almond milk left today and so I decided that soy milk mixed with it would suffice. And I had a thought, "Maybe it won't work with his digestive system?" But I forgot about that thought.
Later in the day, when Daniel, our 6-year-old, wanted to go to his new friend Alex' home after school, James (Nate (for my mother)), wanted to go too. Lisa was so kind and invited the two of them. I had two instructions: 1. Please don't be crazy as you walk to Alex' home. 2. James (Nathanael (for my husband))--Please remember to ask where the bathroom is and go to the bathroom. Daniel proceeded to inform them of James (N....I think you get it) peeing in his bed last night. Thank you, Daniel.
So, everything seemed to be going peachy until I got the call. She was so nice. I felt like the mom who doesn't tell you their child has issues but is so glad to have them out of their hair. I'm really NOT that kind of mom, but I felt like I looked like it.
I was on my way back from dropping off RJ, our 8th grader, at lacrosse practice; so I told her I'd be right over. She still sounded so nice.
I screeched into her driveway and she said she felt so bad because she didn't have any wipes or anything to take care of it because it was kind of messy. Sure enough, there he was, still standing with his pants down in the corner of the yard, smiling at me. And, yep, he's allergic to soy too.
But he was pumped because he got to have a bath in their tub and they even gave him a rubber ducky to take home. He's going to be pooping in a lot more yards from now on.