Lately the littlest person in our house has been all about very industrious and mostly independent play with a small, but growing, collection of natural objects. He has a little pile of smooth stones, tiny pinecones, and acorns that he keeps on the kid-sized art table in our house. The "play" consists mostly of moving everything around inside the compartments in an empty egg carton. It is really good stuff to watch happening, and as so many things seem to be these days, a reminder of just how quickly very small people grow, change, become less small.
Z.'s allergy testing came back this week, and most of it revealed things that we expected. He is indeed, still allergic to peanuts, for example. Interestingly though, he tested postitive for a wheat allergy for the first time (his celiac panel was negative, but we were expecting that since he is so young and has such limited exposure to gluten). It is a funny thing, having a kid with a lot of allergies. You start to think that they are either allergic to everything, or to nothing at all. A bizarre paranoia takes hold where you start to convince yourself that they are having an allergic reaction to everything that they eat. Which then forces you to consider the fact that this is not actually possible, so they must therefore not be allergic even to all the things that you have been told they certainly are. And so on.
The reality is, I think, somewhere in between. Yes, there are some things that Z. is truly allergic to. And, there are some that he is perhaps sensitive to now, but as the growing and the changing and the now continues on, that may not always be the case. That is how things work. They continue on being the same, until the day that you discover that they are now different.