adulting: i am BLOWING IT

At a birthday party this weekend, the prince correctly asked if there were or could be tree nuts in the cake before he had any. The mom said she didn't think so; the dad offered to call the bakery and check; there was no label with a list of ingredients for us to consult; the mom said she had ordered a cookies and cream arrangement and didn't expect there'd be nuts involved; we all eyeballed the thing and didn't see anything that looked like nuts; I had a sample and tasted only chocolate; and the prince and I agreed it was probably safe for him to eat, so he did. (Spoiler: He was fine.) And then I ate my heart out for once again not being hyperalert to this issue. On the one hand, he was only diagnosed a year ago, his reaction on the two occasions that we know him to have eaten tree nuts has been digestive rather than anaphylactic, and he's old enough to be vigilant on his own and not (strictly speaking) need me to monitor his foods to keep him safe. On the other hand, between the fact that he was only diagnosed a year ago and the fact that he's so good at making sure he doesn't accidentally eat nuts, I keep forgetting he's allergic in the first place.

We were talking about this at dinner on Sunday evening.

my father-in-law: But you know, ultimately he's going to be the one who needs to be careful about that.
me: I know, and I'm glad he is, but I'm his mother and I should you know remember to be at least as careful as he is.
my mother-in-law, gently: Could it be that you're not perfect?
my mother, pretending to be indignant: Are you talking about my daughter?!

further adventures in adulting

• ordered the Chirp wheel
• ordered some boots
• didn't order the slippers I was thinking about and now they're not listed anymore, which is fine because I didn't actually *need* them
• did the advance paperwork for my mom's appointment
• ordered Himself's Christmas presents
• moving along to renew our passports and get one for the prince

Onward