If it seems like I'm trying too hard to be chipper, its because the girls have been sick for the past week and two days. So, for the past nine days, we've been cooped up inside, coughing up a lung and feeling feverish on and off. Julian even has a touch of a cough, but no fever. I guess we have a touch of whatever is going around, the only bummer being that I expect a cough like this to last about three weeks. I guess we're almost half-way there, to look at the bright side. I'm thankful that I didn't get it . . . phew!
I ordered a card reader so that I could load photos onto my blog and alas - it doesn't fit my mac. What bunk. I have so many fun times to share . . . such as:
-Francesca's fifth birthday, where she dressed up as Crystal Tinslefrost to ride her new Trek Mystic all over town (pointed fairy hat, wings and all.) Awesome.
-Cecilia holding Julian, all by herself. Wish I had gotten a picture of her being helpful by carrying him from the couch to the kitchen for me . . . aaaahh!
-Julian smiling huge.
-Pyramid snow guy, since most of the snow hasn't been good packing snow.
-Cecilia and Francesca skiing and hugging cousins.
-My awesome winter look: Bogg boots over any pants that I can fit into with Julian in the Moby wrap, under Andrew's winter parka and my grey, wool, fleece-lined, ear flap hat. I'm sure I look like a goon most days, but I'm warm, Julian's warm, and I'm not going to slip and bust my *ss with these Bogg boots. Best winter/chicken coop poop scooping/fashion statement boots ever!
-Francesca's birthday wish: which was contemplated lengthily, while the other kids waited for her blow the darn candles out and serve up some cake!
Who knows what else is on that camera . . . It will probably cost me a million dollars by the time I develop the pictures . . .
I finished the Jeannette Walls book, "Half-Broke Horses," and loved it. I want to read "The Glass Castle," again. It really makes me want to write. What a memoir. What a life! I'm pretty sure my memoir wouldn't be a fraction as exciting . . . unless I decided to be a cattle rancher or something. Or a pig farmer. Or a crazy chicken lady . . . wait.
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