Eating is recreational

"No news is good news" seems a bit outdated in this day and age.  I am learning quickly that if you don't hear from me often and frequently it is probably because I am wrapped up in some not-so-good news that is taking the focus of my attention.  I haven't blogged in months, and not for good reason.  I have so quickly gotten so wrapped up in my Mommy, caretaker, housekeeper, doctor, nurse, chef, inventor, nutritionist, financial advisor, chauffeur, and teacher rolls that I have forgotten about "blogger."

Good things don't always last forever, but I can say that we enjoyed it while it lasted.  For a few months, Gabriel had been coasting on a good rhythm.  We had 20 solid foods that he could enjoy, we had a regimen (long, expensive and difficult none the less) but a regimen or medications to keep him under control, a freezer full of safe meals prepared in advance, a home school system to keep him up on his curriculum, and routine that seemed to be working for a while.  It almost, for a moment, began to feel like we were normal.