I made a Minnie Mouse pancake for Matilda's breakfast, opting instead of the usual tired big circle with two smaller circles for the more complicated and nuanced 3/4 silhouette, and it turned out really quite beautifully.

In that vein, check out The Pancake Project.

The Dr. Horrible pancake is a work of freakin' art!

Oh aimee, good luck with that.

We have survived karate and the disappoint of a friend cancelling lunch.

Joe went to work at 5:30 so the kids and I got up, had breakfast, and were making cookies by 7. The cookies are now done and divided into little bags for their teachers. Joe got home and took Frisco for a walk. Ellie and I are watching some movie and eating popcorn.

Sometimes, circumstances reverse themselves very tidily. Usually at the ER you don't see an attending unless the resident escalates. This attending happened upon me, got me moved to a room where the lights could be dimmed, wrote upp my meds before the resident could get to it, fetched a portable ultrasound to help find my veins, reviewed the meds the nurse had pulled and caught that I was being given 1/3 of the dilaudid ordered, and was just generally looking out for me because she remembered me from before, and was just plain nice. She got me verklempt.

I've never had my arm ulltrasounded before.

Oooh! That reminds me I picked up Batter Blaster at Whole Foods yesterday. Pancakes for lunch?

Yay for responsive and awesome doctor, ita! Wish they could all be that way for you.

Go, nice attending!

Ugh. I was sick this week, and Emmett was sick and we sat around watching all the LoTR (extended) DVDs. But I felt well the night I did my Tom Waits Movie Night (full house!), so JZ did something in the East Bay last night.

And like ten minutes after I got home to solo Matilda my fever starts shooting up. 101...102...103.3. I thought I was well past the days when I'd have to solo a little kid with a high fever.

One of my least favorite things!

And I felt horribly sick and achey and sore. Matilda was begging for dinner pancakes and it hurt just to get up. Buh.

But she got fed, and I begged JZ to come home and the NyQuil did its coma in a cup trick.

Unfortunately, my coma involved sleeping wrong so my right shoulder is totally fubar and sore.

Anyway, fever's down. It just feels like everything in my torso is a square edged mismatched jumble of junk so there's no comfortable place to sit or lie down.

And for the record, Jesse totally saw me before I hugged her it's just that it was on a street corner in Manhattan so I was completely out of context and it took a minute to register. Also, I'd just caught the end of a light so I'd come running across the street and sort of swooped into her buffer zone of private space.

She didn't hit me, nor knee me.

Speaking of kneeing, ita, Emmett's getting in to watching the UFC videos they run at his Krav studio and now he's making me Tivo fights. They had a lightweight bout and the knockout blow was a knee to the chin, which was impressive since the chin in question was still about five feet off the ground. The winner got incredible elevation. I didn't know you could get that high to knee somebody in the face.

Finally, I'm going to endorse Jesse's whackadoo plan since there's already precedent in fighting weight classes.

Yay ita, and a thousand gold stars to that attending. But really, dammit, that kind of treatment ought to be the rule and not the exception.