Yesterday dawned happily enough. The boys had been invited to the circus with Nana and Pa and I was looking forward to finally being able to do the fluids and rest-- sit on the couch and read the NYT-- that my poor crud-filled lungs sorely needed. Du

OKay, so I finished my nausea, with several pounds less of me to love. Bonus! Immediately thereafter, Elias took sick with the croup. Indeed, it was one of these "episodes" in which I'm outside in my pajamas, bare feet melting prints on

The nausea diet has a lot to recommend it. It makes shopping easy (jell-o, gingerale, saltines), and meal prep and clean-up is a snap. You lose lots of weight fast, without ever, ever feeling hungry. Indeed, the only problem with nausea, then, is the

Ah yes-- having survived the great upper respiratory infection of February 2009, we are now confronted with quite a stomach flu. Kids at school are dropping like flies, including little Hank, Elias's peer, who puked in the hall two weeks ago just

I think we've already established that Zane Grey is in the bottom quintile of cat intelligence. Now one has to wonder whether she really is in the bottom one percent. Two nights ago, after we got home from the salamanders, apparently the front do

It was a dark and stormy night... last night Isaac and I sat in a parking lot with torrential rain pounding on the van, waiting for the professor to take us out into the woods to look for salamanders. It was the Bath Salamander Walk . Imagine our goo