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<\/a><\/center><\/p>\nWhen I last wrote, Elsa has just puked in my mouth. You got to miss the part about Erik puking all over my mom and other wonderful things along those lines. Let’s not dwell.<\/p>\n
I was hoping like mad that the adults would avoid the whole thing, but no. You don’t get puked in the mouth and somehow manage to avoid the germs. I do believe I’m going to die.<\/p>\n
I shouldn’t be so blase with that word, should I? There are too many terrible tragedies, both personal and on a wide scale. <\/p>\n
Because of the flu, I’ve missed two fun times. I totally could have went and had lunch with Tora<\/a> because I<\/i> wasn’t sick and my mom volunteered to keep the kids, but I am not comfortable going out in the world when I know I am exuding flu germs. I don’t know about you, but I think I’d rather a petty criminal steal something small (as long as there is no violence involved) than have a person knowingly expose me to flu germs. Perhaps I’m crazy. My mom thought so.<\/p>\n Then, tomorrow I was supposed to go to a fancy brunch in downtown DC. Doesn’t that sound fun and grown-up and not at all like me? I was very much looking forward to it, but right now the thought of any food other than rice with milk and sugar makes me want to hurl.<\/p>\n Did I forget to talk about the picture at the top? That’s Erik on the school bus. We had a long enough break in our sickness to take him to Kindergarten orientation and watch him get his purple stripe belt in karate. I thought the bus ride was supposed to be a five minute jaunt around the block, but holy hell! The bus driver took us on a half-hour excursion through every neighborhood that serves the school. I should have had him drop me off when we passed our street. <\/p>\n Erik was first on the bus, the only kid (of maybe 8) who got on without parental prodding, and went straight for the back. How did I grow a “cool kid”? I was bus sick almost immediately.<\/p>\n To be fair and equal, here’s a picture of Elsa looking like herself. Not the best pic in the world, but this is her happy face and she looks like this 90% of the time. I love my little chunky monkey roly poly baby. <\/p>\n I took my mom to the airport this morning. So sad. So very sad. We are all going to miss her. <\/p>\n What else?<\/p>\n Oh, we found out why you can’t use regular diaper cream in a cloth diaper. Butt Paste is made with fish oil, I guess. You know what happens when you wash it? The fish oil lingers in your diaper laundry and makes the whole thing smell like you’ve just opened a can of surstromming (rotten Swedish fish delicacy). Oh. My. God. If the stomach flu doesn’t kill us, the stench from that will. I am hoping I can strip with Dawn and call it good, but we shall see. I would hate to throw out my whole stash of diapers because of the smell.<\/p>\n Of course, I won’t need them long because I’m going to start potty training next week. <\/p>\n NOT!<\/p>\n My mom kept telling us that I was potty trained by 15 months and we need to get started with Elsa. I think she was smoking the serious crack. She said she always potty trained in the summer. I was a March baby. I think she must have trained me after I turned two. <\/p>\n Also, her method of potty training was really simple. She just told my sister and I to start using the potty and we did. So easy! Why is she the only person in the history of the world to think of that?<\/p>\n I have so much to do lately that I’ve resorted to list making. I’ve never been a list maker. I used to have an excellent memory and was able to mentally keep track of everything. I was a straight A student through college so I guess my system worked.<\/p>\n Not so much these days. <\/p>\n I never realized how satisfying a physical list is. I can cross things off! <\/p>\n I don’t know if I will become a list maker, but I just might do it. Especially if my memory continues to fail me. I need to start doing crosswords so I don’t get Alzheimer’s (I realize it is not that simple, but crosswords are supposed to keep your brain sharp.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When I last wrote, Elsa has just puked in my mouth. You got to miss the part about Erik puking all over my mom and other wonderful things along those lines. Let’s not dwell. 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