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Allergen Friendly kids

Keeping Kids “Sugar-Free” at School

Up until my oldest started kindergarten, he had limited exposure to refined sugar. We were an organic, homemade kind of family that consciously avoided sugar, artificial colors, gluten, and pasteurized dairy.

Most of our friends ate how we did and if we went somewhere serving food we couldn’t eat, I checked beforehand to see what we could bring. No matter what food we ate, or didn’t eat, I think its important to feel included; especially for kids.

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kids School

Treat Boxes for Sugar-Free Kids 🙃

A Treat Box is basically a Tupperware container filled with non-perishable treats. This box can be kept at school, day-care, summer camp, even a best friend’s home and offered to your child whenever there is a food item that he or she can’t eat (i.e. gluten, dairy) or that you don’t want him or her to eat (i.e. sugar, artificial dye).

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kids Teeth

Thumbs Up: Keeping Kids Cavity-Free 😁

This is a hot topic for parents. For all of us really …. who wants to be told they have a cavity while sitting in the dentist chair?! Getting a cavity is never fun, no matter how old you are.

I am mom of two kids; my youngest, who is now 11, has no cavities and my oldest, now 17, had a tiny one when he was 6. Thankfully, it was on a baby tooth and because of my son’s fear of needles we pulled the tooth ,rather than fill it, as he was going to lose that tooth naturally shortly.

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B.E.D. kids The Body Ecology Diet

Ben’s Breakfast on The Body Ecology Diet 💜 

Ben's Breakfast!

My son woke on Saturday morning and asked to prepare breakfast. With our weekend here, and typical daily grind at a halt, I happily accepted his offer.

I started The Body Ecology Diet (B.E.D.) to heal my yeast overgrowth in 2010. Naturally, my kids followed suit. I’m also a nutritionist, so my boys have always been immersed in the world of healing. They often find me culturing butter, doing colonics, and cracking coconuts for yck.   

On this sunny Saturday, I busied myself with chopping vegetables for a dinner casserole, while quietly watching from the corner of my eye. Ben moved about the kitchen with grace and ease; speaking out loud, yet to himself, as he pulled assorted dishes and food from the refrigerator.

Other then asking for my help with turning on gas burners, he did it all. He decided on the menu, cleaned all the pots he needed, and cut a head of cabbage with my Japanese cleaver. At one point I asked