I'm sitting in the car, waiting for Gavin to have his blood work done again. As I'm sitting here pondering life, I'm reminded of just how far Gavin has come. Up until about five years ago, the idea of Gavin needing bloodwork would send shivers down my spine. The reason for that is because until about five years ago, Gavin did not do well with bloodwork. It used to require scheduling a head of time because they would need to have make sure there was enough staff present to pull this off. Gavin used to have to be restrained because he would freak out, lash out at the tech and be anything but cooperative. There were times it would take six people to hold him down and draw his blood.…

I had a frustrating moment with Gavin last night. Actually, it was several moments long and I was really, really frustrated. Gavin had finished moving some things around in the ferret pen, including their litter boxes. He's not super graceful with his movements and so I wanted him to make sure that he washed his hands really good before touching any food. We have hand sanitizer throughout the house for everyday things but when you're working with a litter box, you need to wash with soap and water. If he wants hand sanitizer after that, whatever floats his boat. He only used hand sanitizer last night and I reminded him that when his hands are actually dirty, he needs to use soap and water. That will help to physically wash…