Low blood-sugar moments

I was somewhat unnerved by Max this morning. As I was preparing my 7am bowl of muesli, he walked into the kitchen and with an earnest expression said “Speak out!”. It was quite perplexing. I just looked at him and he repeated himself at least 3 times again “Speak out!.. Speak out!.. Speak out!”.
I suddenly had a weird early-morning thought that maybe it was the Lord, communicating with me in some biblical way, about something he was calling me to do.

As weird as the thought had been, was the urge to say “Speak Lord for your servant is listening” (as in 1 Samuel 9 & 10). But before my thoughts could run away further with me, he continued… “Spreak out!, Spreak out!”, while pointing to the lounge.

And then at last the penny dropped. It’s that special moment when your mind stumbles across the key, that unlocks the translation to the desperate cryptic babble of your own child. Far from being an almighty commission, Max wanted a pre-breakfast bop to “Freak out!” by Chic. A 1978 funky classic – click to hear – a positive sign that a funky foundation is being laid down in the psyche of my gorgeous toddler.

Apart from this attack of “low blood sugar-madness”, I’m actually doing ok.
My weight is still stable at around 72kg. And if I get enough sleep, take my tablets and avoid overly sweet or acidic food/drinks, I seem to suffer less nausea spells. That’s how far the trial and error has got me!