Love Is A Many Splenda Thing

Thank you to those of you who stuck through my last post to the end, overcame your offense to my crude f-bomb littered rant and still took the time to sympathize and comment. I truely feel the love ;)

Today I plan to take the kiddies strawberry picking. I took them a couple of times in the past and they loved it. It's ideal for Jess and Jake because they're low to the ground and can take on all the labor, but it's especially ideal for Brendon. It's just enough activity to bring down his blood sugars, and the red juicy treats have just enough carbs to keep him from dropping, but not so high that I have to keep track of what he eats as he picks.

His numbers have been wicked high over the past couple of weeks. I thought I had done lousy jobs on infusion set changes. Jeff, who usually does the set changes, has been working all night and sleeping all day, so I'd taken on the responsibility and thought I was doing a poor job at it. But then I had Jeff keep his eyes pried open one morning when he came home from work so that he could change a set, and low and behold, Bren's numbers were still crappy.

They haven't been lower than a 250 throughout the day. They've been as high as 405 (yesterday). I'm HOPING it's a combination of a growth spurt and the seasonal change. The insulin is good, the pump is working fine. The sites are good too. We've also cranked up his basal rates. He's pretty resistant all day until around 8 p.m. every night when he drops really low. Yeah, something is going on with that body of his. We (HE) needs to just ride it out while Jeff and I load him with insulin to keep the highs at bay.

Back to strawberry picking:

Brendon wanted to make flags to commemorate the 4th O' July, so I suggested that we make a flag cake using the strawberries along with some blueberries to create Old Glory. Jakey wanted to make cupcakes, so I suggested we make them decorated with sprinkles to replicate fireworks! Because of Bren's highs, I'll make everything with Splenda so that he can eat without having those spikes carry him even higher.

How domesticated can we get? Maybe I'll buy sparklers at the huge gigantic firework warehouse down the street from us. Granite Staters LOVE their fireworks for sure. We have a virtual firework display right in our house and tree laden neighborhood. People literally have their hoses primed in case something catches aflame.

Oh, it will be good times tomorrow for sure.