Forgive the interweb silence, however we took the family to Van Isle this weekend to celebrate BC Day by celebrating BC, and kicking back.  It was a chance to get away, get out of our heads, and log some serious beach time.

While we weren’t able to outrun the pervasive fire smoke in the air, we were at least able to drop a couple of degrees and cool down in the water.  The kids and I hit the beach multiple times a day, our swimsuits never really did dry out, and there was sand in the tent.  All in all a successful weekend.

The only challenge came with the cooking.  We entered the hostile territory of a fully gluten kitchen, with a crumby toaster,  and cross-contamination lurking in every corner.  We tried really, really hard, but A ended up getting “glutened”.  His first day of Beach Holiday was spent mainly in the fetal position in intense pain, and there was nothing we could do but wait it out and make ourselves crazy micro-dissecting every action and motion that may have contributed to his pain.

You see, we don’t know just how sensitive A is – whether he reacts to a rogue crumb or can successfully navigate the interior of a regular bakery.  There is literally no way of knowing, save measuring his reaction after the fact, and too late.  It’s so frustrating to have so many more questions than answers.   It made for a pretty frustrating Friday.

Thankfully, things turned around, and I had to check myself to figure out what name to put to this new feeling……was it…..possibly….relaxed?

Happy BC Day!