Costco? Wherever it is, I had a sudden run on needing it about ten minutes ago when my toddler suddenly stuck her short, sharp-nailed finger UP MY FUCKING NOSE and then laughed at my scream of pain as she punctured the skin on the inside of it. My eyes crossed and watered with the pain of it, and right now, I am sitting with a tissue shoved up my nostril to keep blood from dripping everywhere.

Its karmic vengance for the Kissinger thing. I'm sure of it.

Aw! Bless you people with small children.

I, however, need no small child to make bad adventures happen to me. This afternoon, as I was walking down the (shallow, carpeted) steps, carrying two laptops, I slipped and began to fall gracelessly downwards. Being as they were very shallow and my bum is not as shallow, I didn't stop. Oh, no. I kept going until I had hit the bottom, slamming the computers into my face a couple of times and sustaining very unpleasant carpet burns and bruises to various locales on my body.

Needless to say, ow.

But you will be happy to know that the computers were just fine.

It's so sad -- whenever she throws up, she gets this horribly vulnerable look on her face: "My body has betrayed me! In the grossest way possible!"

I'm right there with her, Amy.

Chris threw up on Christmas night, last year. This Christmas (well, from about 12/23 on) he fretted about it. I finally pointed out to him that he hadn't been sick on five other Christmases, and that it was germs, not the calendar, that cause a person to catch a virus. He was not convinced.

Poor barfy Sara. That's like that scene in Parenthood.

The physical indignity of motherhood really drives me nuts sometimes.

Owen likes to head-butt me in the chest AND stick his fingers in my mouth. Liv's the nose-explorer in our house.

And dammit, if baby fingernails are not sharper than fancy, German, steel, kitchen knives. I try to keep my kids' nails uber short because they scratch me AND themselves.

DH is in the middle of a mild stretch of agoraphobia. He's called into work for the last part of this week because he just doesn't feel like leaving the house. Or doing much of anything.

Ugh. My sympathies to him.

And dammit, if baby fingernails are not sharper than fancy, German, steel, kitchen knives. I try to keep my kids' nails uber short because they scratch me AND themselves.

It's true. Diamonds have nothing on baby nails.

This afternoon, as I was walking down the (shallow, carpeted) steps, carrying two laptops, I slipped and began to fall gracelessly downwards. Being as they were very shallow and my bum is not as shallow, I didn't stop. Oh, no. I kept going until I had hit the bottom, slamming the computers into my face a couple of times and sustaining very unpleasant carpet burns and bruises to various locales on my body.

I'm afraid that if I had seen this I would have first come to your aid and then pointed and laughed.

But you will be happy to know that the computers were just fine.

I was worried about the laptops!

It's so sad -- whenever she throws up, she gets this horribly vulnerable look on her face: "My body has betrayed me! In the grossest way possible!"

Emmett gets a scared/sad look when he starts hiccuping because it's usually a prelude to throwing up.

I was worried about the laptops!

They are like unto my own children.

Boy, do I need to go to bed. And buy a ticket for a coach to France.

Oh man, am I the shallowest of shallow. I came here to note something totally trivial and find tragedy, sharp baby nails, barfy children and other soul challenging life issues.

{{{Daisy Jane}}} Kidney failure is a fairly gentle way to go, compared to other ways. Doesn't make it any easier for those left behind, though. My thoughts are with you.

This afternoon, as I was walking down the (shallow, carpeted) steps, carrying two laptops, I slipped and began to fall gracelessly downwards. Being as they were very shallow and my bum is not as shallow, I didn't stop. Oh, no. I kept going until I had hit the bottom, slamming the computers into my face a couple of times and sustaining very unpleasant carpet burns and bruises to various locales on my body.

ow. Good on ya saving the laptops but, still. ow.

Oh man, am I the shallowest of shallow. I came here to note something totally trivial and find tragedy, sharp baby nails, barfy children and other soul challenging life issues.

The differences make for good reading.

"I'm sorry you haven't heard from me in a year, but communicating just seemed too hard."

When a friend of this sent a card saying this I was really sad that I hadn't been there for her, but really greatful that she felt she still could and that she cared enough about us ( DH and I have know her since early elementry school) to let us know what ws going on. It is well worth doing.

Daisy Jane, hold you love for grandfather close--peace and ma~~~

and I 've been thinking a lot about what you've been saying - not the details, just the basic relationship buzz. It has been the topic of conversation lately. We have a friend in his lates 70's - he says he just outstubborned his current GF, getting his way a lot. and his GF is no wilting flower. They seem to have a good srong relationship- in the place where the understand each other. My friend J and I looked at each other , shrugged and said " you never can tell what works" . I think the old Ann Landers standby " are you better off with him " is the question. and that is a question that takes time...so far there seems to be good. Communication - that takes time

and it is dinner time - so I have to go eat....