Kiss My Knits!

Emily, in car: “Mommy, how many miles is it from the Earth to Jupiter?”
Me: “I don’t really know. Do you?”
Emily: “No. I’ll ask Daddy when he gets home. He’ll know.”

He won’t know. But boy, the faith children have in their parents.

When did she get so big? Wasn’t she just a baby yesterday? This can’t be right.

Diet and autism, knitting, and showbiz.

Illnesses and exploding bags.

So I was at the weekly stitch night last night when Turtlegirl pointed out that I had just told a story that was primo blogging material. And she’s right. I neglected to write about the capper to our crappy morning!
Click for a tale of post office pugilism.

We can be Heroes Meme

Well, Boo’s back in school (although she had a shaky start to the day) but now I’m under the weather.

This, combined with another event this morning, have conspired to make this a Really Crappy Day. And it’s only 9:45 in the morning.

I got the breakfast bar from Harris Teeter and am about to settle in to eat, watch TV, and knit. Hopefully the day will turn around.

Well, Emily was too sick to go to school today. Actually, she was sniffling and coughing all weekend long, didn’t want to eat (a dead giveaway that she feels bad) and mainly laid on the couch watching Disney. She definitely was not up to par. This makes me feel better about missing school yesterday, since she would have missed it anyway.

Today she’s running a low-grade fever, which I’ll bet she has been all along. She’s still not hungry, still sniffling and coughing, and is playing on the computer. She’s still small and boneless enough that she can curl up sideways in the computer chair. For the most part, I’m just letting her do whatever she wants, since it’s keeping her resting. Later we’ll take a bath and maybe do a little math, but for now, it’s computer games and rest.