King Arthur: A scratch? Your arm's off!
Black Knight: No, it isn't!
King Arthur: Well, what's that then?
Black Knight: I've had worse.
King Arthur: You liar!
Black Knight: Come on, you pansy!
-Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Maeve was just as brave as the Black Knight yesterday when she had her scratch test at the allergist's. Well, her arm didn't come off, but she was very brave, nonetheless.
So until next year at this time, no milk, no eggs, no rice. They'll retest her in a year and we'll hope she might have outgrown these allergies. So I'm thinking we'll get her a vegan smash cake for her first birthday in April. Yes, this was one of my first thoughts after finding out her results. Vegan smash cake. Doesn't it sound just ever so 2011?
I hate taking her in for all these shots and tests. I had no idea, just none, how much bravery was going to be required of me as a mother. You have to have the bravado of the Black Knight every time you set foot in the doctor's office. And I bear a much closer resemblance to Sir Robin, whom some days I would like to emulate, and bravely run away from all the needles and instruments of infant torture at the doctor's office.
Thank goodness I had my mom with me yesterday; she's used to being brave. And Maeve is always oblivious, right up until she gets jabbed, scratched, or stripped down and set on a cold scale, so she helps me be brave, too. But I still fondly think of Sir Robin, who, when danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled!
|Not scared, just gimme a cookie!|