{{{{{Laura}}}}} I don't really have much to say, other than I wish I lived within striking distance so I could either do something useful to help, or at least just to be there.

her first response was that I can't work with cats if I'm pregnant.

And that so is not true anyway. You would want to avoid cleaning up the litter boxes, but it's way more likely to become infected with toxoplasmosis by exposure to improperly handled meat (and by extension any cutting boards, counters, utensils, hands, etc that may be contaminated) or gardening, than through a contaminated litter box. And yet, the hysterical warnings never include forcing everyone who might possibly come in contact with a pregnant woman to become vegetarians.

Yeah. People still think cats 'take a baby's breath.'

sigh.

Cats just need better PR representation.

Cats just need better PR representation.

Cats need to stop taking babies' breath, is what I'm thinking.

Speaking of, Ryan is using more Chinese with his grandparents around. For green vegetables, he doesn't use the English, but the much simpler Chinese cai (pronounced "tsai"). I've been trying to get him to say milk for a little while, but to no avail; he has, however, taken to the Chinese term niunai. In Ryanspeak it comes out as "Neener".

His bedtime toy is a frog. Strictly, it's a square of fluffy fabric, with a frog head and two arms in the middle. More strictly, it's two such frogs, so we can wash them. Anyway, I've always called them his froggy friend, because I have no imagination. Ryan knows better, and his dubbed his frog(s) Bubby. Who am I to argue?

This morning he awoke and, apparently being in no hurry to get up, instead amused himself by singing to Bubby. It amused the rest of us too.

Oh, Laura, that's so difficult.

Ryan continues to set new world records in adorableness on a daily basis.

I'm home, back in the Cackalack. Very tired, still sick, not looking forward to work tomorrow. And it might snow! WTF. It won't stick, though. It was a tough week - it always is, but this year was particularly wearing for a number of reasons. Being around B, being sick, trying to make recycling happen, and missing out on a networking opportunity. But it was still chock full of awesome, and honestly I missed my best friend, my dog, and my bartender. That's about it. That job I was waiting on is officially not going to happen, which is fine. Time to move on.

Ryan's cuteness level is lethal.

Sucks about the job, smonster. I hope being around B wasn't too sucky?

I am sitting outdoors on my last day on vacation (I fly home tomorrow), and amusingly, someone's band is rehearsing a couple houses away, outdoors very loudly, playing like...Green Day. In Mexico. This is cracking me up for some reason.

I hope being around B wasn't too sucky?

Ups and downs. Mostly the sucky parts were because I continue to find him super awesome, and he is "his own little monkey" as a mutual friend put it. I think he compartmentalizes like crazy. I don't know, I've got a lot of processing to do.

And yet, the hysterical warnings never include forcing everyone who might possibly come in contact with a pregnant woman to become vegetarians.

This may not still be true, but at one point French women were advised to avoid raw salads during pregnancy due to risk of toxoplasmosis. One of many reasons I wished to be in France during both pregnancies.

This morning he awoke and, apparently being in no hurry to get up, instead amused himself by singing to Bubby. It amused the rest of us too.

Oh man, that phase was THE BEST. These days we're bribing Dylan with television if he stays in his own bed until 7 am.

This morning he awoke and, apparently being in no hurry to get up, instead amused himself by singing to Bubby. It amused the rest of us too.

Awww.

I just had blackened tofu and butternut coconut rice. I pronounce this a very good dinner. (There was supposed to be asparagus, too, but I was tired.)

Okay, you guys: just today we got invited to a party for Saturday (6 days from now). The host wants people to dress "goth/punk."

I cannot think of 2 styles more diametrically opposed to my wardrobe.

I *so* need suggestions for what the hell I can wear. Please please please. (I'm gonna just say right now that "punk" is never gonna happen on me, for many reasons, not least of which is my clothing, which is not in any way punk-adaptable. "Goth" -- or at least what might pass for "hey, at least she tried" -- is much more likely.)

Helllllllp!

t edit I'm really not willing to buy new clothes, so I have to work with what I have.