Yesterday was fun. Spring sunshine, happy kids. Danger Dad was in his element, trotting off to the store for a new paddle pool, waterguns and slip n slide (the other one ripped from overuse- Danger Dad is the kinda person who ignores the warnings that things should only be used the way manufacturers intended!)
Lets just say that spreading it out over the trampoline and down the slippery slide so the kids can be soapy human torpedos.. will rip your slip n slide.
I had to laugh watching my youngest line up with the big kids waiting for their turns on the slip n slide - getting soaped and wizzing down getting sprayed in his sweet chubby face.
I chatted away happily but after awhile I noticed Reuben had drawn away from the other children. He was sitting on a little concrete block in the shade of a gardenia bush, looking on quietly.
Somethings not right.
The day was so fun I wished silently that he didnt have diabetes. Not angrily, just sad that he felt himself dropping and had to draw away from the fun to deal with what he was feeling physically. I ran upstairs for his gear and tested him. He was low. Softdrink and chocolate later, he was back in the action.
Yesterday I almost forgot he had diabetes.