We Like to Party

This weekend, we celebrated our youngest daughter’s first birthday, and fun was had by all! We had pizza, cupcakes, and a kick ball game.

Of course, our type 1 friendly menu was strategically planned by design, but our guests didn’t know any different. We had a thin crust pizza option, a meat and cheese tray, and mini cupcakes.

My plan isn’t for Piet to have a special diet, but I have learned that the unknown is terrifying, especially in a situation where I can’t be monitoring him with 100% focus. So, a birthday party, where he is running around(lowers blood sugar) and eating a lot of carbs(skyrockets blood sugar), is a recipe for unpredictable blood sugar.

Why thin crust pizza? Pizza has a way of spiking blood sugar long after it’s eaten. You’re coasting along, thinking, “Wow! I really nailed that insulin amount and timing! I am mom of the year!” Then BAM! You’re in the 300s.

Why mini cupcakes? The last thing I want is to limit my little man, but if his blood sugar is already high, I’m not going to throw another 35-40 carbs on that fire. But mini cupcakes are only 10g of carbs, and, BONUS, they can double as a low treatment.

What about the meat and cheese tray? Meat and cheese are free foods, or zero carbs, which means they require no insulin. WIN!

This is all fine and good when I’m the one in charge of party plans, but what about when we’re attending a birthday party in the wild? Well, that’s a totally different scenario.

First of all, I am completely focused on the humans I created. No hostess pressure, we’re just there for the fun. This means we can take some chances with food and fun activities!

BUT, understand that I will still pack a full blown meal just in case, and we might have to turn down some food options. Don’t feel bad for us or be offended, it’s just what we gotta do, ya know?

Also understand that if there is a bounce house or play ground, we might have to sit out for a little if the blood sugar is low. Don’t worry! We’ll get right back out there as soon as we’re at a safe number.

As of now, we have not been excluded from any parties or events because of diabetes, but I have heard an alarming number of stories about children left out simply because of type 1.

As a T1D parent, I get it. Being in charge of managing T1 can be scary. Believe me, I understand. But, don’t leave us out. I will gladly come along and help chaperone, or teach you whatever you need to know, or help in any way! It melts our hearts when people are willing to learn about caring for our kids, and wanting to include them.

Birthday parties can be tricky because of all the unknowns. There’s a lot of SWAG-ging and dosage guessing, but they’re also really fun and we LOVE celebrating all of our loved one’s birthdays!

In closing, remember these things:

1. Bare with us if diabetes is drunk. We might be low or high or perfect, but each of those things means a different treatment plan.

2. We like to party. We like to, we like to party. Just like the Vengaboys, so don’t exclude us!

3. If you want a present fit for a king, ask us how to manage diabetes. We will be so moved, you will jump straight to the top of our favorite people list, between Nick Jonas and Jesus.


Potty training is basically just one gigantic, for lack of a better term, shit show. So many “stages” and “phases” and “setbacks.” Any reservations you once had about cleaning human feces off the floor, need to be flushed down the toilet, because you’re about to deal with a crapload.

Before beginning the process, I made sure I had the right supplies on hand.

1. Industrial sized paper towels

2. Disinfectant spray

3. Rubber gloves

4. Multiple toilet options (training toilet, children’s toilet seat, actual toilet)

5. Underwear featuring princesses.

6. Diapers for when I give up.

I also waited until her third birthday, because experts say you should wait until their third birthday. Just kidding, it was because I had to mentally prepare myself for an entire calendar year. I just wasn’t quite ready to hear someone screaming, “I HAVE TO POOP!” in the middle of Target while I’m tryna get my Joanna Gaines on.

Once we got down to business, Ceci made the switch over pretty much the same day… which made me super cocky. “That was so friggin easy! Piet! Get over here! It’s time for big boy underwear!” I sincerely regret those words.

Hour 1: He pooped in his underwear.

Hour 2: He stood at the top of the stairs and peed down them.

Hour 3: He wore diapers again.

Hour 4: He took off his diaper because “I want big boy underwear!” and pooped on the floor.

Then there was the time Ceci went to the bathroom alone, and I was busy taking care of the others. Minutes later, I realized she was still missing. I rushed to the bathroom, because I KNEW something was going down. And, going down, it was. She pulled a tampon applicator out of the trash, was sucking toilet water up into the empty chamber, and spraying it all over the bathroom walls. Should I be angry? Should I be proud? How innovative! How disgusting!

After that jarring incident, we had to put a childproof knob back on the bathroom door. Now every time she has to pee, I am forced to drop everything and personally escort her.

In closing, here’s what I’ve learned so far:

1. Turns out experts are right, three must be the magic number.

2. Never underestimate the lengths your child will go to spread germs.

3. Always assume your child is playing in the toilet water.

4. Boys can pee very far at an elevated height.

I know there are tons of awesome potty training stories out there, and I want to hear all the messy details. Let’s hear them!