It's a Date

Emma had her fist dinner date last night.
His name is Pason. He lives next door.
He could be one of the most adorable little guys.
Adorable enough to belong on this DOC.
So here they are:

He is a strong little dude.
Emma is sure safe when he is around.

Time for a test and a little supper.
Do all boys like ketchup on their carrots?

Let's go upstairs and apply some cream onto each other.
Lucky boy, one day you will appreciate this picture.

...but not this one.

No less they did have a great time. So did we. It was a pleasure having Emma's first stay over with such great manners and compassion towards her. He is a great little dude.

I contemplated on talking about her soaring numbers throughout the day. I contemplated on walking around here looking for someone to lean on. But instead i found that someone to lean on within her. She has always been and continues to be my hero. She took her test as you see without hesitating or flinching. She knows she has to eat her carbs. Even mentioning it to Pason that she is eating her carbs.

Good for you Emma. Your my baby girl. I love you.

Second Honeymoon

We had to correct for the past few nights. This is new to us. But what we are learning is Emma's symptoms when she is high. We are talking about 23 (414) lastnight at around 1am. And the other two nights previous.
So on the fourth day is when we will change the dose of NPH in the morning.
Her daytime numbers have been spot on with the dosage of rapid.
Hey honeymoon..it was nice knowing you. I hope you go and find someone elses family and help make the introduction to this disease how you made it for us. Thanks. Pfft.
I feel we are in for some good times.

I hate when the JDRF staff rigs the walk with trip wire and boobie traps.

Honey in My Tummy

The Red River Exibition comes to town every June for a week since the past 30 or so years. It is a sign that Summer is here.
So carrying on the tradition. The tradition of the masses gathering together with the rickety old rides, scuzzy old workers, overpriced corn dogs, the sweet smell of welfare cheques being spent in a single evening before midnight.
Just writing it makes me feel like I'm in the middle of a Trailer Park Boys episode.
However, were here none the less.
Emma would love it if Daddy took her on the bumble bee ride. With absolute pleasure i grabbed her and ran into line before she changed her mind and wanted Mom to take her on her 15th ride in a row. I needed a thrill other than standing behind a stroller all night watching Mom and Emma have all the fun.
NEAT. If you strap y yourself in. Your offspring to the left of you. Yourself trying to be the coolest Dad there with your anecdotes such as "oh Emma this is going to be the best ride all night", or "hold on tight because were going to go way up high". Even NEATER the operator illustrates how you make the bumble bee fly up in the air by pulling the bar into you as far as it can go, but if you get too scared just let go of the bar and the bee will fly to safety down to the ground.
Ride starts.
I give Emma a moment to get adjusted.
She commands "Lets go high dadda"
"You ready Babes?...lets go...."
The anticipation must have really worn Emma out because when i couldn't pull the Freaking bar far enough into my stomach to get that gay little bee to go 2 meters in the air, she started to question me.
"Why we not go hi...dadda??
"My Tummy is too fat" as i hung my head in absolute shame. But didn't give up. The little train that could..was me for the next 4 minutes of the ride. Pulling that steel tubular object as far as i could into my stomach passing my then functioning pancreas, bulging out my intestines. UP UP UP...yes little buzz guy was flying high.
Emma was happy.
I was hurting.
Momma was bent over laughing her ass off. I think that was her down there but i couldn't see much past my burst blood vessels in my eyes.
So of course after the ride Emma needs to replay what just happened to mom. Humouring half of the line up waiting to go on next.
Good times.

Topper!! This morning eating french toast: "dada...your tummy stiw fat?"

A Diabetic Bed Built in 3 hours.

Winner...?

Well i guess i have to announce the winner. Or quasi-winner if i may.
Shannon was pretty close. Her answer was MICKEY, but in fact that was MINNIE being hugged in those pictures. A technicality? Yes.
So yes a package will be arriving at your door Shannon if you would email me your mailing address i will get your prize out to you as soon as i can.
Thanks for playing everyone.
Have a great weekend, Happy Fathers Day.

Contest Time!

I am stealing this idea from Scott. A while ago he had a pile of test strips that he took a picture of. The person who guessed the closest or correct amount of them in the pile won a prize. I thought this was a great thing. One it diverted us away from the worries and challenges that we all go through day to day with this disease.

But in the same breath it was related and kept us grounded to it. So i have been crunching some ideas around in my head regarding what the quiz should be.

So here it is:

Who is Emma's best friend when we go to Clinic?

We go to our Clinic appointment tomorrow and the contest closes soon after.

Good luck. The winner must be willing to give me their mailing address so they can receive their accolade!!!

Pictures say $160,000

Thank You Team Emma