4 weeks until Christmas? Four weeks? FOUR WEEKS? Jeez.
Archive for November, 2011
I just realized that my age is Alice’s age reversed.
This is not something I talk about much, but I do have a tiny paying job — I am the webmaster at Attachment Parenting International. I don’t make much more than pin money doing it, but I enjoy it, and I like the people I work with. Along with the rest of the country, API has been harshly affected by the ongoing economic downturn. The organization is struggling to keep its doors open (and to keep paying me). They are running their annual appeal right now. Please consider donating, if you can afford it, to help them continue to offer support and information.
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I don’t enjoy being the hover-mother who flips out at a little scratch on her child’s toe, but… Sammi got a little scrape a few days ago, and by the time she mentioned it to me, the whole toe was inflamed and itchy. Given that the last time she had a tiny scrape and an itchy toe, it rapidly progressed to cellulitis and a course of antibiotics, I can’t afford to play around with this. So now we’re doing twice-daily Epsom soaks and frequent changes of antibiotic dressings in the hope that we can nip this before it progresses to another near-near-death experience. So far, so good — after 2 days of this regimen, there’s only a tiny bit of pinkness around the actual scratch, and the rest of the toe is normal. It’s always something, though, have you noticed that?
Here’s Sammi’s ninth birthday. And now I’m caught up with birthdays! Yay!!
New pictures up — Alice’s thirteenth birthday. I might get the fourteenth up today, too, if I can keep my energy up.
These videos makes me happy. Have I already mentioned that this year marks my quarter century of non-stop TMBG fangirlishness?
I didn’t blog yesterday, so that’s my traditional November NaBloPoMo blown all to hell. I had the best of intentions, but, well, yeah….
I suspect that y’all don’t want to see me attempt to cough up 30 consecutive daily blog posts in my current mental state, anyway. That’d break down to about 1.7 interesting posts, 6.2 posts full of angst and self-pity, and 22.1 posts along the lines of “today I ate a sandwich and it was good”. Nobody wants to read that crap, people!!