Finally had my 504 meeting with the school to get my son the accommodations I know he needs. I've been fighting for this meeting for years, knowing that his writing just wasn't there. But still. It's hard to see the work laid out, to hear it all from a table of experts, to think about how hard it must be for him. He has dysgraphia and ADD. I know, I know, there are tons of worse things, but that doesn't mean I want this one.
Two hours later, I took Jack to the allergist to get the results from his latest test. Not only were all of his numbers up (the list is long, but the short version is: nuts, peanuts, sesame, eggs), but there were more on the list: fish, trees and grasses. Oh, and we got our first rescue inhaler because he seems to have acquired allergy-induced asthma this spring. He can't eat so many foods, and it's a life-threatening consequence if he does. Another eating issue. Why is eating so difficult for so many of us? Evolution still has some work to do there.