Oink, Oink.

Well, since my last post Gizmo got "all better". Even though he was already recovering, I took him to see Dr. G as soon as she got back from vaca, just so I could run everything by her. Her best guess: H1N1 influenza. Yep, the swine flu. (Of course) Li'l Bit kept talking about shots all the way to our appointment, so Gizmo kept saying, "But I'm already all better!!" Poor guy. He was much relieved to leave the hospital with no new holes in his epidermis.
So, yeah, he was pretty sick. Nothing alarming, but worrisome enough to get us to the doctor's office twice in one week. He truly is recovering now, but it is taking him just as long to get back to 100% as it did for the virus to run its course. He doesn't feel sick anymore, but he's ravenously hungry all the time and is easily exhaustible. So, obviously, he's not himself at all. ;)
Here he is "enjoying" his seven day t.v. binge:

We wised up and covered the couch. (Actually it was Daddy's idea and it saved me from cleaning up a HUGE mess about fifteen minutes after I took this photo.)
Li'l Bit thankfully kept her distance. :) She was thankful for the t.v. binge as well.


In other news the sun is shining. Summer is in full swing and we are loving it!
Alas, it is late and my baby daddy just walked in from a long meeting. lata~

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things!

As I scrubbed vomit out of (or rather, into) the one piece of "nice" furniture we own, I pictured myself in a muumuu, cigarette clinging to my withered lips, shouting, "This is why we can't have nice things!"

Yes, in sickness and in health, our sweet Gizmo is bound and determined to deface every single surface in this apartment. And I mean every surface. The walls, the kitchen cabinets, the brown chair, the purple chair, the couch cushions, our bedspread, the bookshelves, the end table--well, you get the idea. At least he knows how to properly hold a pen. Writing readiness.

Not quite so humorous is the fact that our sweet Gizmo is sick, yet again. Two weeks ago the cold from, well you know, came into our bodies and has yet to completely release us. On top of that, Gizmo has a terribly uncomfortable fever and all over aches and pains. I actually took him to the doctor today--that's how bad it is. B.daddy and I both know it's just viral and there's nothing to be done outside of Tylenol and lots of love and fluids. But, you know, it reaches a point when you want a trained medical professional to say all you can do is give him "supportive care." Gotta love the medical term for TLC!

Negotiations

Ross and Amanda hosted the gathering of the church tonight since Gizmo is as sick as a dog. B.daddy and Li'l Bit were able to go because they are apparently immune. So, I sent dinner with them, consisting of barbecue chicken, potato salad, and homemade yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
B.daddy and Li'l Bit got home around nine, and of course the first order of business is that she had not eaten anything for dinner, therefore she could not have any cake.
Let the negotiations begin.
She stated that she didn't like the chicken, so I told her she could eat some potato salad and then she could have cake. As much as we've had this same conversation, she knew to clarify: "So, I'll have a tiny bit of potato salad--like one piece of potato."
"No, dear, that's not going to get you any cake," I said.
So, she walked over to where I was sitting, placed her hand on my leg, looked into my eyes, and said, "What will get me some cake?"

On a lucky night, that one might have gotten her some cake. But tonight she did not eat her potato salad, so she did not get any cake. Her last words to me as I was tucking her into bed were, "Okay, cake tomorrow. After I wake up."