Articles tagged with: Allergies and schools
Here’s one I never would have guessed in a million years would have been an issue for Big Guy at school: Eczema.
He’s had outbreaks lately, which he does this time every year as the weather …
I’m still a relative novice at this kindergarten game, but thanks to Big Guy’s July start, I’ve been doing it long enough now to know Monday is the Day The Backpack Brings Bad News.
Two weeks …
A friend passed along this forum posting today, from the files of “things you don’t think of until everything’s screwed up.”
A mom whose first-grader is contact-allergic to peanut — that means he can have a …
I’d never understood the primal maternal instinct to claw out another kid’s eyes — until yesterday.
Big Guy’s Mommy Day Care shuttle arrived at his school before he had finished lunch, so I sat down with …
If you live in Connecticut, New Jersey, Vermont, Rhode Island, Massachusetts or Washington, consider yourself lucky.
According to a new report from the Asthma and Allergy Foundation, those are the states on this year’s honor roll …
Here’s reason No. 5,731 teen-agers scare the crap out of me:
A 14-year-old boy died at school in Australia two years ago after classmates dared him to eat a peanut.
Think playground taunts of the food allergic …
I spent all summer before Big Guy started kindergarten frantically researching the Americans with Disabilities Act and its implications for people with allergies and asthma.
I checked with the school nurse early and often, making sure she had all the records, medications, forms and instructions she needed.
I told her Big Guy needed to be segregated in the cafeteria, and they were so conscientious about making that happen that the assistant principal herself took lunch duty the first day to make sure all staff knew who Big Guy was and where he was to sit. They already had “peanut free zone” placards made up for “his table.”
The one area that threw me: Classroom snacks. I wasn’t aware of this as a possible issue until the new student orientation the night before
Long before the guys came along, I’d dream of the moment:
A freshly scrubbed 5-year-old trudges up the sidewalk on a crisp September day. He reluctantly loosens his death grip on my hand and heads for the classroom door. He turns and waves hesitantly as I flick aside a delicate tear. My baby’s first day of kindergarten!
I’m not capable of dreams wild enough to conjure up Tuesday’s reality:
Four-year-old Big Guy bounced out of bed on a 96-degree July morning, cheering, “”It’s time! It’s today!”" I swiped at the chocolate milk on his face, but he was half-way down the block on his scooter before I could catch him.
As we waited outside his classroom, he did his “”ants in his pants”" dance and incessantly asked how
There’s often a reason why Big Guy does the seemingly quirky things he does. A reason that makes sense only in his 5-year-old brain, but a reason nonetheless.
I usually don’t question, because if it’s genuinely ...
Parties in the park seem to be the rage around here of late - a rage that will be over by the time Big Guy’s birthday rolls around in 103-degree July - and today’s was ...
