Half empty

Little E is wearing a soft little romper that has a bottle of milk painted on the front along with the phrase "half full". I guess this is supposed to imply some kind of optimism.

He's in this soft, cuddly, pajama-like outfit because he is still rather sick.

My optimism over his appetite for soup was misplaced.

The virus reared its ugly head again in the middle of last night. And again at breakfast.

He won't drink the pedialite the doctor's office recommends, neither in grape nor apple flavor. He won't touch most food, not even bananas.

The Mav and I were looking forward to a date tonight. E's school is holding a parents' night out event and we were going downtown for dinner.

Instead, we'll be home force-feeding him dropperfuls of flavored sugar water, trying to keep him from needing emergency hydration.