Rather than hijacking another thread, thought I'd post this here. A poster brings up a very good point and one that I think we're all concerned about. I worry a lot about whether I'm being obsessive to the detriment of my child. A lot. Really a lot. But the fact is numbers for us (and I imagine for many) is not an abstract game, or even just a matter of complications in the future. When her numbers are wonky, she feels bad. Really bad. Really, really, really, really bad. She's two, so things will change as she gets older. But right now she doesn't complain much at a finger stick, in fact she jokes about it. But when she has numbers over 300 (I know you qualified that you are talking about when kids are in target, but this is what happens if I don't obsessively log and test and adjust, and sometimes happens even when I do) she is out of this world, out of her head miserable. She screams, nothing can comfort her, she is hungry and she is thirsty and she DOESN'T UNDERSTAND. She doesn't know it will pass. She's in the moment, and the moment sucks. So any information anyone can give me regarding what foods help her feel good, what strategies keep her in target range, all those letters and numbers, I'll take it. And I'll try hard to let her be a kid. And she can have cake. But if giving her a big old chunk of frosting right before bed just because everyone else is having it means she will be up seven or eight times in the night and tired the whole next day, I'm not trying to steal her childhood by saying no. I've just decided to define "normal childhood" as the good and loving childhood I want her to experience, not as a childhood that is identical to that of her peers. Like that even exists, anyway. Which is not to say you can't manage diabetes well from instinct instead of math, everyone does it differently, but I'll steal help from any direction I can get it. That's not flaming, is it? Not wanting to flame, just to carry the conversation from my point of view.