On colds, burned toast, writing and taxes. . .
So, Littleman doesn't even make it to his 4th day at Montessori school before he gets sick. Poor kid is miserable, and joy of joys I am coming down with it now, too. I feel like shit. Thank god for breastmilk's antibodies, because so far (knock on wood) little Mr. Cheeks seems unscathed. We don't need any sick infants!
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Friday, January 13, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
So, I have a snazzy new phone. . .
Why are we so enamoured of stuff? Things, objects, possesions, treasures, knick knacks, doo dads, gear, belongings, paraphenalia, impedimenta?
Saturday, January 7, 2006
Relax, because. . .
. . . All states of being are temporary.