There’s this thing about celiac disease in that it can run all over your family. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to even know if my kids might have inherited the dreaded sprue, so after flip-flopping on whether I should even have my little ones tested for celiac, we finally did it. A trip to the blood lab, a brutal stick, lots of screaming, and bruises that are still visible in their elbow pits and we found out those guys can eat bread like they’re part-French. Which they are. So . . . good!
I admit, I was sweating it out for a bit. I thought my daughter’s brush with anemia and my son’s insatiable thirst might point to celiac. I also thought my five-year-old’s crankiness when we turn off “Team Umizoomi” and my two-year-old’s refusal to poop until he was already in bed might be indicators of some kind of odd disease. Not to mention the constant demand for cheese sticks and superhero dress up time — on both their parts. Surely these were all signs of a gluten intolerance, or a general annoyance. To me.
But thankfully they’re all clear on the gluten front and can enjoy kid birthday parties with abandon. Unlike the nut kid, poor guy. Although I have to admit, I thought maybe removing gluten from their diet might bring about some change-up in here. Continue reading