ChattaBaby

Last one...I promise

I was shocked to find philosopher and semiotician, Roland Barthes as a matched likeness of this image. Sorry Mr. Barthes.

Here you go, Stace

Thanks to this great website posted on I need a [permanent] vacation I was able to discover my celebrity likenesses...with and without beaver pelt.

healthy, and ducking the cold germs left and right

Well, I 'm back. I made it through a week of absolute miserable sore throat illness, which has culminated in I think I need a new doctor. I tried so hard to have someone look down my throat, but there were no takers except mom and barry. Thanks, guys. The doctor wouldn't see me; the nurse wouldn't see me. I tried to open up extra wide for the lab nurse who did my strep test, hoping she would take a peek down there and rush me straight to the specialists when she saw how bad it was.

Normally I feel that I am pretty tough, but I couldn't do anything last week. We got back from Saint Louis on Monday night, and all I could do Tuesday morning was pop a waffle in the oven for Sarah and call my mom to come get her. Lying on the couch, I realized I hadn't been this sick in at least five years. And it's a good thing, too, because I don't usually have the luxury to be laid up in bed. My mom just happened to be in town and swooped in and kept Sarah at the cabin for three days while my fever and I took five-hour naps nestled on the love seat.

Being the week after mother's day, of course I was already thinking about the many things that make my mom so great, but knowing that she's still there to take care of me tops them all.

And of course Barry stepped right up, too, coming home for lunch to bring me soup and sweeping me to the couch, not allowing me to even empty the dishwasher.

Now that the illness is gone, I've been feeling super-healthy. I'm tackling crazy endeavors, like potty training. I don't know my own limits.

down, but not out.

Having just returned from an interesting trip to the midwest, Megan is going ten rounds with a nasty virus of some kind. Chattababy will be updated soon with some added features. Stay tuned.

What's next? Power lunches?

Or maybe just a flat iron. Wendy brought over her nail polish yesterday, and Sarah went right for the hot pink. She knew what she wanted. And Wendy was surprised it was so easy. Sarah just sat there (watching TV) and barely tried to touch the wet polish. I feel this is only the beginning. Thank goodness the girl still like dirt, too.

aquarium

I love my dad's head lurking at the bottom of this picture. Sarah could stay in the middle of the giant spider crab tank all day. It makes me too hungry.

BFF

Barry called me at work tonight to tell me how Sarah made a friend at the park tonight, how she followed the little boy around and he grabbed her hand and said "let's sit on the bench." It might not sound like much, but Sarah's in new territory. She wants friends. On our walk today we passed two boys going home from school. As we approached she kept shouting to them "Boys! Boys!" They, of course, ignored her. It's a whole new side to her.

Brenna and Sopie already have it down pat, it seems.

But really, all three do have fun together.