Right now I'm attempting putting just a half an ounce of Pediasure to help flavor the (gross) soy formula, hoping he can tolerate just that little bit. For the constipation, I've tried juice a couple times and put dark Karo Syrup in his last bottle. (Unfortunately it's hard for those things to help when he won't really drink his bottles in the first place.) We haven't had to pray for poop in months, but he's straining, turning red and crying every time he tries. This is the first time I can ever remember it hurting him like this. It's very sad.
On a much brighter note, one of my best friends and college roommate, Katie, came to see me, and I was so, so thankful to have her here, especially on a day like today.
I had all these ideas that we would go take some pictures with Jonah and go to Target and so on and so forth. But since Jonah wouldn't eat today, I didn't want to take him out as I was trying every couple hours to feed him. I was disappointed, to say the least, but Katie didn't mind at all. We just sat around, and it was okay. She spent the day listening to me complain, showing me how to download actions for Photoshop, and making some light deflector contraption for my camera so the flash won't blow out pictures and make Jonah's boo boos look even worse.
This is her current status on Facebook: I read something once that said the best friends are those with which you can sit on a porch swing for hours saying nothing, yet enjoy their company completely. I think the same holds true when it's a couch and rocking chair watching the Cosby Show, Backyardigans, and Ellen. Good times.
And now I'm all teary-eyed. Thanks a lot, Katie. I'm pretty sure you did that on purpose. Oh yeah, and you left your hot glue gun and your bag of crafty supplies here, so you should probably (drive an hour and a half and) come over tomorrow to get it. I'm just sayin'.
And tonight I leave you with this - my favorite scenes from Elf... just because.