First, an update on the cat attack... we started the day by going to the walk in clinic to get treated for our cat injuries (my dad had cat scratches and I had cat bites). Now, despite that fact that usually cat bites are far worse than scratches, I was actually faring better than dad. We had to wait over two hours to see the doctor and when she looked at his hand she said, "Oh, that's not good!" Not really what you want to hear from your doctor.
Anyway, we both had tetanus shots, I got a big shot of antibiotics in my rear end and dad got a week's worth of antibiotics to take. Despite the swelling and general unpleasantness of our injuries, it looks like we'll both survive. And just to address a concern raised by a couple of people... Aids can not be transmitted from cat to human!
As for feast or famine (this is meant metaphorically since Radar is very Pazos-like when it comes to his appetite)... it seems that Radar is on a feast or famine alternating day schedule. Take a day like yesterday, which was famine - no peace, no sleep, lots of crying. Days like yesterday make me feel like I'm doing everything wrong and that Radar is going to grow up into a rebellious monster child and teenager who blames his mother for everything. Then last night Radar let me sleep for over 6 hours and today he has been perfect - feast! Lots of peace, lots of sleep, almost no crying! Days like today make me feel like this whole parenting thing is a piece of cake and Radar is going to grow up into the sweetest, kindest, best behaved child in the world who loves his Mommy! I guess the truth is somewhere in the middle.
"Um, Mommy... I'm not sure how to tell you this, but I need another diaper change!"
Ok. Strike that silly talk about a monster child. Look at my perfect sweet boy... of course he'll always be this sweet!
Lots of love,
Titi & Radar