Uh oh!

When informed that the kitchen had run out of his favorite meal-time treat, Gavin was visibly distressed. He prefers the bland-but-green-leafy-goodness of veggies like peas and green beans. On his list of least favorite foods are apples (too sour), most berries (too tart), yogurt (too tangy)...you get the picture.

For the time being, Gavin is more a steak-n-potatoes baby, but we will keep trying and hope that his taste buds eventually catch-on to what they are missing.

The Turning of the Tide

Gavin's prognosis was pretty much on the money. Just in time for his monthly anniversary (he turned nine months yesterday), his symptoms started clearing up.

The biggest difference is his appetite or willingness to use the bottle returned. We were getting worried that he would begin to get dehydrated after a few days of taking in significantly lower-than-normal fluid levels. True to form, he did bounce back.

I learned something not-so-interesting and maybe revolting to anyone else during Gavin's most recent illness. He was incredibly snotty...and not just runny snotty...explosive snotty. We had to deal with quite a bit of mucal messiness. In the past, I found kid snot to be on par with biohazardous, nuclear waste. Not so with Gavin -- it was easy to take being slimed in stride. Maybe it is just because I was more concerned that he was miserable, or that I had already shared his germy goodness, or maybe I know his snot is half my snot on genetic level.

In either case, I am glad that Gavin has returned to his normal mode of sliming, blowing raspberries, instead sneezing all over us.

Gavin's Bad Day

Although Gavin is generally a happy, cheery lad, once-in-a-while the stars do not quite align and the gods do not favor him -- making for a miserable Gavin. Today was one of those days.

Since we returned from our vacation, it is evident that Gavin, as well as Dad, picked up a bug at day care. The mood du jour is cranky and clingy. Gavin does manage to distract/entertain himself by practicing his rolling. He has gotten very proficient over the past week. Unfortunately, he is quicker than either Mom or Dad realized and Gavin rolled himself right off the bed. Thump! Poor guy.

On top of his unexpected, startling success, a visit to the doctor resulted in a diagnosis of RSV, or "Really Sucky Virus" as I read one parent put it. According to the doc, Gavin has at least a few more days of coughing, runny nose, and decreased appetite.

While Gavin is under the weather and, in the accompanying picture, looks a bit apprehensive of heights, I am sure he will "bounce back" and be his normal self in no time at all.