And so it begins!
I've already begun to be the middle man for gluten in our household. It seems to go my way now, which I can see probably frustrates Amanda to have to have me take a bite of some bread to make sure it is the right texture for our little girl to gnaw on with her gums. Also to see if "this" (gluten filled) cookie dissolves quick enough in your mouth so she doesn't choke on it. I certainly didn't mind, but I can certainly see how it interrupts Amanda moments with our little girl.
Then this week, I started to panic more. To this point, our house has been pretty much gluten free, because it has just been easier that way. I have only eaten gluten when eating out or if it was in the form of a pre-packaged granola bar for my lunch. When our little one was born, I started to have some cereal that contained gluten (under Amanda's orders). I think it helped ease the notion of there being gluten in the house. But this weekend, bread entered the house.
Yes, our little girl is now big enough to munch away on some toast. We have a toasta bag to help prevent cross contamination, but oh boy do crumbs still get everywhere on the counter! And then I clean up some crumbs with a sponge and panic, because now I got crumbs on the sponge, that I clean stuff that Amanda eats from by using that same sponge! Yeeps!
We certainly use the dish washer a lot more now because there is a sterilize function, but not everything can go in there, and gluten is starting to show up everywhere! How do I protect my wife from it? And how do I keep myself from turning into a complete nut case with worry about gluten hiding in our home!