Oh, Monday. I forgot my wallet and I didn't bring lunch.

Dylan is about the same height as my Dillo (who will be 4 in a month!). Dillo got the short genes in our family (he runs about 50-60%ile for height, but is on track to be shorter than his (5'11") mother and his (6'6") father. And his sister, probably.)

Oh, Monday. I forgot my wallet and I didn't bring lunch.

I have done this!! Call the DH, get his CC#, then order in from a place that doesn't need to see the card. And don't forget the 3 numbers off the back!!

Signed,
Your Very Ditzy Friend

After you get through "Please doesn't always mean you get what you asked for" comes "Sorry doesn't always fix it." Boy those are good times, that one.

I have nothing to contribute to the parenting conversation. When Seabiscuit whines, he really whines. He never says please, although he does say the sweet puppy head in lap version of thank you. He also lies about whether or not he`s had dinner a lot.
 
But in other news, I just slept through my first full night in three weeks! So I must be on the mend. Hope it happens soon for the SO, too, we are sick of being sick.

Things I have learned today, and it's only 11:00 a.m. here:

They make cat-specific inhalers. Also dog-specific and horse-specific inhalers. But we need the cat-specific one for Max. I only hope we'll be able to use it while he's sprawled on a lap -- he loves sprawling on laps. Also curling up, laying down, sitting.

"Sorry doesn't always fix it."

True, of course, but I'm reminded of my saintly grandmother spitting "Sorry doesn't help!" at me and stalking away, leaving me in tears, because if a sincere apology couldn't mend an angry word or a broken glass, what else could be done? I was left feeling like I was just basically a terrible person, which I'm sure is what she wanted. She blamed a lot of shit on me that wasn't my fault. Like my mom's divorce. I was four, for fuck's sake.

Ah, I love the smell of festering resentment in the morning.

My little boy (who has yet to learn the joys of whining) has been fighting a tummy bug. He had a fever yesterday, though with some children's Panadol he was in good spirits. He did well today until shortly before dinner, when he started crying for no apparent reason. He refused half his dinner and threw up the rest.

He's asleep now. He's woken up crying once, but his discomfort appears to be no match for daddy cuddles. I hope he'll feel better tomorrow, gastric upsets usually don't last too long.

Good news for Noah and Grace!

A nearly 25-year study concluded that children raised in lesbian households were psychologically well-adjusted and had fewer behavioral problems than their peers.

Gartrell started the study in 1986. She recruited subjects through announcements in bookstores, lesbian events and newspapers throughout metro Boston, Massachusetts; San Francisco, California, and Washington.

The mothers were interviewed during pregnancy or the insemination process, and additionally when the children were 2, 5, 10 and 17 years old. Those children are now 18 to 23 years old.

They were interviewed four times as they matured and also completed an online questionnaire at age 17, focusing on their psychological adjustment, peer and family relationships and academic progress.

To assess their well-being, Gartrell used the Child Behavior Checklist, a commonly used standard to measure children's behavioral and social problems, such as anxiety, depression, aggressive behavior and social competence.

Children from lesbian families rated higher in social, academic and total competence. They also showed lower rates in social, rule-breaking, aggressive problem behavior.

OMG, office politics. I just don't even know.