Today is my mama’s birthday. I was trying to write some sappy poetry for her, but people keep shoving plush poodles in my face and demanding mukiks. Or climbing on my arms saying watch this and doing some pretty impressive superhero arm moves. This kind of activity KILLS my muse. Sorry, Mama.
In other news, R2 is losing weight. This is alarming, since he weighed a little more than a grasshopper to begin with. At 9.5 he had finally broken 40 pounds… we got the new booster seat and everything. And then he had the seizure and got emotional distress and now he’s back down to like 36. Grr. So I have put a call in to a nutritionist, and we will be meeting with them and making a plan. In the meantime, I am consulting the Google.
So I am working on increasing the caloric content of his meals. I mix butter in with everything, and I make him eat it all, even if I have to spoonfeed him. Also, I bought a lot of high-fat snacks, but good high fats, like avocados and nuts. Oh, and I’m making him drink 2 Pediasures a day, which are about 200 calories each. It’s an interesting project. Oddly, he is already looking a little healthier after only 3 days of this.
One problem: I want to eat it all. Whoda thunk that my favorite foods also happen to be high fat? I’m a shrimp, I know. But I’m getting a little meaty here, what with the cold and the baking and so on. I can’t go work out, because I am a coldaphobic. (sidenote: when I googled coldaphobic to make sure I wasn’t calling myself something obscene, I found this:Coulrophobia: an abnormal or exaggerated fear of clowns. Good to know.)
This post brought to you courtesy of Barney.