Dear Reader’s,
It’s been brought to my attention that Buntah has not posted or updated in nearly a year. That is MY fault. I assure you, Buntah is alive and well and pretty much still running the show at our house. It’s been a challenging year and difficult to make this my main focus. I apologize. Buntah is making me pay for my slothful ways, I assure you. I will do better.
Sincerely,
Darcy
It’s been brought to my attention that Buntah has not posted or updated in nearly a year. That is MY fault. I assure you, Buntah is alive and well and pretty much still running the show at our house. It’s been a challenging year and difficult to make this my main focus. I apologize. Buntah is making me pay for my slothful ways, I assure you. I will do better.
Sincerely,
Darcy
 Me just two nights ago, alllllll healthy and happy!  Me, sleeping on Mom's chest in my favorite pink blankie while she sings to me.  Me, wrapped up burrito style waiting for my calcium. | I read Mom’s note. She’s a tough one to manage sometimes. But after what I’ve seen her do for me, I've cut her some slack. I need to clarify something; in my last post, I said that if you’d read my previous posts then you’d know I’d been sick. Well, we just looked and realized those posts never actually got “posted”. Anyway, after that last post, I was still having troubles. For about the next six months getting me back on the healthy track was a real struggle. Lots of visits to my doctor, which I really don’t mind, cuz he thinks I’m awesome. He even smiles and talks to me! Last visit, he asked Mom if she’d gotten me my very own big swimming pool yet. He always tells me I am one loved little Toad. Anyway, since I’m back to good health, some things have changed in my world. I no longer spend time in my daytime house. That room (Mom’s room) is just too cold for me. Dr. Nakamura even said so. If I am going to be in Mom’s room with her now, I have to be in her shirt next to her warm skin. Hmmm, I wonder if that will change when Mom no longer uses the AC in her room? Oh well, we’ll see what the cold weather brings. Since I don’t get to sit by the window anymore, Mom makes sure she turns on a nature video for me if both she and Piper are going to be gone. My favorite is a three hour relaxing beach video, people come and go, birds come and go and rush about and I like the sound. Another change, I no longer have the coconut fiber substrate I had before. It seems that part of the reason I was so sick is because the coconut fiber substrate is prone to having fruit-flies in it. Mom didn’t know this. But I was blapping and eating the fruit-flies that came out of the fibers and then, swallowing some of the fibers too. The fibers and twigs got all tangled up inside me. It was awful. But Mom helped me get the mess out. Mom tried reptile turf in my house to replace the substrate. Excuse me, but I am no reptile. I showed her exactly what I thought of that awful stuff, I wouldn’t touch it! That’s right. I pulled off great acrobatic feats to keep from touching that stuff. Finally she gave up on that and bought me some super soft towels. Those were better than the turf, but I still missed burrowing. She finally found a substrate that’s mostly dirt – no fibers, no fruit-flies. It does however, have little twigs. Mom, or Piper actually puts this dirt through a sifter to get all the twigs out before they put it in my dirt dish. So now I have soft towels, some rocks, my water dish and a dirt dish for burrowing, all in my big house. The other part of the problem was my metabolism. Never even knew I had one. Anyway, I do, and we finally got that problem figured out as well. Now I have a sun lamp AND heat lamp, and every third night I have to take calcium drops – YUCK!!! I don’t like it one bit. I put up such a fight every time that it takes both Mom and Pip to hold me down and get that stuff in my mouth. I was getting so good at wriggling free that Mom finally had to resort to wrapping me up in one of my soft blankets, straight jacket style. Like a little burrito Mom says. Yeah, so every third night, I’m a Buntah Burrito. Biiiiig woop, woop. But, the coolest part, I have a better understanding of what this word ‘LOVE’ means. Love is what happens when Mom drives me to the doctor in the middle of the night, over and over, and instead of sleeping when I’m sick, she stays up with me to read and sing to me and help me feel better. It’s what happens when my family wants me to be with them so much that they make sacrifices to give me the care I need. Love is when my Humans have lots of pictures of me on their cell phones. It’s when they smile at me, and tell me they are happy I am with them. Love means sometimes Moms eyes leak when she is worried or scared. I like being loved. |