Tag Archives: Halloween

01Nov / 2012

OK. No.

Halloween OK.

Jack made balloon ghosts

Haunted disco garage showcase Harry Potter, magician, mad scientist, scary mask guy, guy getting piggyback ride, kitten, Howard Stern(?), pink wig lady, pretty witch, Santa, Tim Riggins, wizard, crayon, Invisible Man, Lady Gaga boyfriend(?), dog from Family Guy.

Touch if You Dare

Butter pulled himself together, velcro-ed on a Santa costume, and was able to mingle.

These were the non-candy foods. Pizza strips are a Rhode Island delicacy–you could recreate them at home with slices of spongy white bread and tomato paste (cold) wrapped in waxed paper for an indefinite marination period. Also there were roasted chickens and chilli that friends brought.

Another not-candy: donettes on strings. 7g CHO.

After. 9:10PM. Magnanimous Jack offer Bubs favorite: Three Musketeers. Test. 88.Thought would be higher? Eat 3M. No bolus.

The best part: sorting

10PM I feel low: 45. Gah! Orange juice 20g CHO.

10:10PM I feel like I’m dropping…and I feel like…I don’t know…I just really want to know if you’ve ever been bitten.

BFOOT: Hmm? Do you mean like by a dog?

BUBS: (shrugs)

BFOOT: Well, I’ve been bitten by mosquitoes. Do you mean like by a snake? (Slowly catching on that this line of inquiry is a weird low thing.) I think this getting bitten question is a weird low thing. Do you know what I mean?

BUBS: Yeah, I don’t know. I just really feel so curious about whether you and dad have ever been bitten. I feel like I won’t be able to sleep until I ask everyone if they’ve been bitten, and Jacky’s asleep. Do you know what I mean? I need to know. JACKY? HAVE YOU BEEN BITTEN?

BFOOT: Can you prick your own finger?

BUBS: Yeah but I still really want to know if Daddy has been bitten

54. Orange juice 10g CHO.

BFOOT: Do you feel better? Less low? Do you feel the juice hitting you yet?

BUBS: (shrugs) I feel like I still really just want to know: have you even been bitten?

10:35pM: 60. Juicy Juice 8g CHO. I’m cold.

11PM: 63. Asleep Juicy Juice 8g CHO.

Why this like this. Should turn basal off? But so much juice.

11:30PM:114

12:45AM: 94. Bigfoot so icy hands reach under Bubs cozy duvet, feel around warm, warm belly Spibelt for program -50% temp basal/90 min. Seem too extreme wake up, more juice. Too extreme temp basal -100%? Too extreme do nothing. Srsly just making shit up. Choose -50% bc. halfway btw. -100% and nothing. Wish could follow gut, but gut only say pull on thick socks and get into bed.

2AM: Bubs stir. It’s okay. I’m just going to do a finger pricker. It’s okay. This will be the last one. No OK. 60. Juicy Juice 15g CHO. Worst part, aside brain damage, Bigfoot binge-watch Parenthood during hurricane. No more remain. For stay-awake aid, use Halloween episode The Mindy Project. Better length for low anyway. So funny but barely awake. Thick socks on. Start plan skip school–plan maybe mmm sleep late, tuna melts, salty french fries, let Jack skip school too, more time bang-up job Muscular System poster health class, mmm sleep late, maybe shave legs, sleep, eat tuna melts, mmm

2:20AM: Bubs stir II. It’s okay. I just need to do a finger pricker. It’s okay. Give me your hand. Bubs grip duvet tighter. I need your hand. I have to… 114.

2:35AM. Better make sure number not droop. Bubs stir III. It’s okay. Just a finger. Just a finger. I have to. Just a finger. 124. No idea if should -X% temp basal. No idea choose next step: better sleep 4 hour, maybe functional in morning or better stay awake, check again 1 hour, make sure not droop. Also need make sure not high because so much juice? No idea. Also no idea if should take Santa robe off dog?

One happy ending: “I don’t even want to eat any of this. I think people gave out expired candy because of the bad economy.”

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30Oct / 2012

Halloween 2012: Anticipate Twix

Thank you for the loan.

Rain rain rain. Tail end Hurricane Sandy pour down. However, earlier today, sun peek out. Smart friend facebook status: Shit. Does this mean Halloween’s back on?

Not possible Bigfoot agree more. Even li’l Bigfoot not like Halloween. (Except one year w. tinsel halo, white flannel nightie, paper towel taped each shoulder blade, & mascara = angel.) As parent, slightly like Halloween ages 0-4, when can dress unknowing child cute farm animal/lobster. Maybe if children enjoy creative/literary costumes, Bigfoot more enthusiasm. But now Jack slap on generic mask, Bubs simultaneous hate dress up/covet $80 storm trooper suit; Bigfoot/BSpouse eat too many Twix, feel sick.

Plus, of course, also, go without say, diabetes make candy holiday so much worse. Olden times Bigfoot ordinary crunchball fear high fructose corn syrup, GMO, artificial color, tooth decay. Now. Ugh. Everything fraught.

And so. While Hurricane Sandy still Jamaica, boys plan Haunted Disco Garage Halloween party. BSpouse acquire Just Dance 4 for XBox Kinect as thrilling party centerpiece. Some benefits this idea:

  • Bubs, who has never liked Halloween, can happily take part by playing a video game in a garage instead of feeling like a freakishly reclusive, anxious troll
  • Jack will spend less time gathering candy, reducing Bigfoot/BSpouse’s access to Twix
  • Just Dance 4 requires a lot of energy*, i.e. glucose
  • This is not a real party—we only mentioned it to a few friends in advance, and they are all close friends who won’t expect bacon-wrapped dates stuffed with gorgonzola, so it will be easy to execute
  • It will be fun to see kids in masks dance to Flo Rida
  • A friend loaned us a disco ball set
  • I enjoyed a few brief flashes of “Check me out, dealing with a potentially bad situation in a creative way that could become a beloved community event!”

*and talent

But when everything (hurricane) conspire cancel Halloween, Bigfoot happy. Feel like ahhhh. Now I get credit for being a nice mommy who agreed to have a party, but I don’t have to do any of the wretched things it entails:

  • It’s rainy and branchy and leafy outside and I am warm and dry inside
  • Moving the loppers, weed whacker, chain saw, bicycle shoes, bicycle pumps, kayak, and tarps out of the garage and into the…where? in the rain?
  • Setting up twinkle lights up in the rain–>electrocution?
  • Jack keeps thinking of more things we “need” like white balloons with glow sticks inside, and doughnuts to hang from strings from the rafters of the garage, and I am not sure we even have string
  • Figuring out how to set up the Kinect thing with a projector and speakers seems impossibly complex
  • Bubs insists he doesn’t want and will refuse to wear a costume, but if last year is any indication, he will change his mind at the last minute
  • I could not find Hostess Snoballs for the Touch if You Dare troll warts, so I bought something called German Chocolate Cake marshmallows which should be tactile-ly wartish but–even sealed up in their package–have a strong Yankee Candle artificial coconut odor and so I dread opening this package.

Happy Halloween from 2006.

Tonight go to sleep, brain twirl w. Halloween anxiety. Not just Haunted Disco Garage problem. Also this: some mini Twix 7g CHO, other mini Twix 11g CHO. Very difficult note difference at glance.

(Also I am afraid someone will want to eat the German Chocolate Cake marshmallows which I guess is the smallest of the world’s problems: someone might want to eat an artificially flavored marshmallow on Halloween.)

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02Oct / 2012

Supercarb

Spoiler alert! The bloody Peppermint Patty brownie wins.

Fate begins to unfold.

Incoming Boys’ Choice superhigh carb dinner: pasta w. processed vegetarian chicken puck/marinara sauce; for vegan option Tuscan bean soup w. raw kale salad on top—boys not likely choose partake this soup, but want yin soup’s yang bread. Also apples. Also aunt drop off box Halloween brownie.

Plan ahead because channel Gary Scheiner. While wait pasta water boil, bolus for 100g CHO. That very conservative estimate for meal total. Probably will be even > 125g. Huge carbs. 6:11PM.

6.25u insulin coursing through veins, working on 10g of apple. BOIL, WATER!

Immediate begin worry water too slow, ask Bubs eat apple while wait.

Water finally boil, then pasta drag feet/cook extra slowly, 6:45PM still too hard. Come on come on come on.

Eating. We made it.

Dinner finally ready 6:55PM. Bubs report not feel low, 45 minutes post huge bolus even though interim only eat 1/2 apple. Holla. Boys very hungry. Pasta, pucks, sauce, apples, water. estimated 100g CHO on estimated dot! Will need more insulin b/c dessert.

The illegible part advises you to ignore the giant plastic clasmshell box of black and white cookies.

Dessert options: aforementioned unexpected Peppermint Patty Halloween brownie vs. Boys’ Choice bakery black & white cookies. Winner=brownies. Because Bigfoot aunt extremely considerate baker, label nutrition info: 34g CHO/brownie. 2u more.

Jack decide lead Bubs in 40 jumping jacks postprandial workout. Tooth-brushing, change into loungewear, Boys’ Choice flop on bed w/ Bigfoot, watch 2nd half episode 1 season 12 Biggest Loser. Boys’ Choice!

8:20PM I feel low. 103

8:30PM (Do you still feel low?) Yes. 90. Bedtime.

Think Bubs dropping. Think: snack? But this is the time of night his number usually starts inching up. Think better test again 9PM. Think if we were using that Dexcom, this would be a double arrow down moment.

9PM 102. Think never mind the imaginary Dexcom, he’s leveling off.

Think WE NAILED IT! Think it’s sort of too bad we nailed this disastrous meal so perfectly, because I’d kind of like to stay up all night watching Parenthood and baking banana breads. Then think be careful what you wish for.

9:20PM I’m not asleep. I’m hot. (Do you feel low?) No. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

BIGFOOT: Should we test him?

BIGFOOT SPOUSE: I guess so

BUBS: Noooooo

BIGFOOT: I know you know how you feel, but you know how they say you might feel hot when you’re low? If you’re feeling hot, we should make sure it’s not because you’re low

BUBS: The peach tree! He should have put it in his own peach tree, not in mine! Ohhhhh. Nooooooo

BFOOT: (whispers) you should test him

BUBS: Peach tree!

BFOOT SPOUSE: He’s talking in his sleep

BUBS: Dad just poked me in the finger!

123.

Nailed it! (Probably.) (Maybe.)

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31Oct / 2011

Staggering Work of Heartbreak

Jango Fett loads up on insulin after dining on a vegan corn dog and bosc pear

Night before Jack confess I know I should feel sorry for Bubs, but I think I still want to go out with my friends. We’re kind of the same. He can’t eat candy because  of his diabetes, and I can’t eat candy because of my braces. (Smile reveal black or orange bracket bumper on each tooth.)

Halloween Day start with surprise announcement: both boys, previously say want visit Seekonk Grand Prix decide want trick-or-treat. Bigfoot feel relief—probably  it important (?) create traditional (?) childhood memory, especially (?) for diabetic, later write essay “How I Spent My First Halloween as a Diabetic: a Story of Creativity, Triumph, and Heart.”

It not important say how long Bubs sit floor of car behind driver seat, try bang head against door express rage about stupid candy holiday. Bigfoot think this some kind of something: first time see Bubs really scream and cry for diabetes reason, feel genuine sorry for self, real kid cry where get all red and wet and mucus-y, say over and over Let’s just pretend it’s a normal school day. Because I can’t…huh-huh-huh…celebrate Halloween anymore. Let’s just pretend….it’s….a…nor…..mal school day. Huh-huhhh-huuh…HUUHHHHHHHN. HUUUUUHHHHN then lose breath, calm down eventually going “huhhhhhn, huhhhhhn” until it become a pattern and then suddenly stop. Tell Bigfoot, “I’m sorry, I’m just so mad. It makes me want to say ‘D-A-M-M-N it’ and ‘son of a B-I-C-H,’ you know?”

Bigfoot try mention way celebrate Halloween without binge on candy: wear costume, be out at night with friends. He murmur only will be Jango Fett. One thing lead to another and one very generous 2nd grader loan Bubs Jango Fett costume complete with guns. Bubs over moon. Show deep respect for costume, decide shower before even try on. Wear this with long underwear and snowboard boots, totally turn day around. Bigfoot call 3rd grade friend say, Bubs decided at the last minute to go trick-or-treating after all. Could he go with you?

He had fun.

Now Bigfoot spouse and Bubs out in night with friends on street Bigfoot never notice. Jack out in night in unknown location, with some people know, some don’t know at all. Bigfoot home alone, eat many Baby Ruth miniature, feel sick. Allegedly hand candy out to t-or-t-ers, really just put bowl out on porch, not want admire clever/cute costume or apologize for dog.

Meanwhile, Dr. Doughnut still away, nurse away until tomorrow, Bubs still many high blood sugar, one over 300 at school today, feel sad Coro Center not have way respond unless have keto-mergency.

Earlier this week, find Wilfred Brimley Diabeetus mashups. Make us laugh so much.

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26Oct / 2011

Best place for abortion + croissant

FYI: this chocolate croissant > 68 carbs.

After bracing appointment at Coro Center, Bubs ready for urban snack. No problem, Coro around corner from Olga’s Cup and Saucer. Know what that mean: walk through men with need express negative opinion of abortion access. Olga’s next to Planned Parenthood. Used to be Thursday abortion day, protesters only come that day. Maybe new trainee come every day of week. Maybe new protesters confused about days of week begin with T.

Bigfoot not have large heart toward protest. Like to think this unrelated to ideas about women’s rights. This very annoying group, men have long gray beard with dried glazed doughnut woven in, bony hands of type grab audience member in haunted house, stand right beside Children’s Museum and best Golden Raisin Fennel loaf in town with bloody fetus poster, yell mean things at women, follow with “We’ll pray for you and your baby.” (Bigfoot realize this count as generous in some circle.) Olga’s cozy atmosphere and excellent croissant make protester experience worthwhile.

Unfortunately, Bigfoot use Au Bon Pain carb listing for Olga’s chocolate croissant. It wrong. Bubs have high blood sugar later in day. Wish had sound effect for wrong answer on 70′s game show. Mrrrwahn-wahn-wahnnn.

Wiggle insulin dose toward 1:30. That work better, maybe tomorrow try this formula.

Later this day, Bigfoot aunt arrive with large orange shopping bag filled with Halloween presents. Trick or treat bags glow in dark. Sparkly rings: one skull, one bat. Three type of Halloween cookies: sugar owl have candy corn beak, chocolate skeleton with white frosting bone outline, and salty peanut minicupcake with Reese’s peanut butter cup center. That a lot of sugar but know what this good aunt do? Calculate all carb per cookie. This more generous than prayer. This generous + thoughtful + maybe rescue holiday in dire need rescue from dismal drear of candy and dismal drear of try make cool costume out of blue masking tape and pop gun.

This also help rescue Halloween–probably already share. Memory not steel trap.

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