Exhausted I slide dizzy into sleep. The quiet rings in my ears as I awake later, minutes?Hours? My eyes open as I am aware of you, your light touch on my back, we fall together, cling to one another in the cool oasis of sheets. The stolen minutes, the rarity of solitude, trading desperately needed rest for a few minutes together. We shed the layers of parenthood, and become once again just you and me

Poop and strep throat

Well, it's official folks, we have another potty pooper in the house. Lu made her final leap into the world of the potty trained, and the antics that ensued were such that you would expect if she had written her first novel. That's right, there was a potty dance, singing, clapping, picture taking and a potty treat for all. Yes, we are lame.



I had a HORRIBLE, Heinous case of strep throat, yet again, and wow it sucked. I don't know why I am so susceptible to it, or why when I get it it is so intense and awful. manicpapa was so sweet and helpful, and ultimately had to keep the kiddos away for a couple of days so that I could be alone in my wretchedness. Being sick is so depressing, it's funny how all you want is to feel better, but normally when feeling good I take it totally for granted. Well, here's to penicillin and pain meds....