In the car on the way home from Thanksgiving, with Abigail wailing and Rebecca singing to her and me swiftly succumbing to Madeline’s cold.
Rebecca: Mom, do you know any other Christmas carols I can sing to her?
Me: My throat is sore and I have no voice.
Rebecca: I don’t know the words to that one.
While reviewing [Flickr](http://www.flickr.com/) images for a web site banner, Marcus poked his nose over my shoulder.
Marcus: What is all that?
Me: Yarn.
Marcus: That’s a lot of yarn.
Me: Yes, it is.
Marcus: So, do they have yarn making machines?
Me: Yes, they’re called spinning wheels.
Marcus: Oooooooh.
Last week, Matthew loaded up the truck and the whole family went camping in northeastern PA. One of his online forum friends owns a mountain; we spent Thursday through Sunday living on it.
Yesterday…
* L. and I met up at House of Bounce for their morning bounce session. Abigail managed to spit up all over my shirt in spite of careful handling. Marcus sprained his wrist. Madeline refused to leave. Good times!
* I made an awesome [link slug=”hot-crab-dip-and-crostini”] to bring over to my weekly girls’-night-in with L.
* Abigail woke up from a nap and her mosquito bite was well on its way to being infected, so we took her to Emergicare. Antibiotics for the next week, etc. (As I write this, it already looks much better.)
Me: Madeline, you’re tired.
Madeline: No, I’m not, I’m _Madeline_!
Yesterday…
* I took Madeline to storytime at the library. She sat on the carpet with the other kids, made a bear puppet, and had me all to herself for an hour.
* Becca turned eight. I made an angel food cake (from a box, I’m no martyr) and pizza from scratch. And gluten-free pizza for Matthew because I love him so.
* I cleaned and reorganized the kitchen countertops up to the oven. Tomorrow, the stovetop and the top of the refrigerator. Fear.