Squishy.

Splort.

Grumblebug.

Being woken at dawn by the sound of vomit splashing into the toilet really puts a damper on the rest of the day.

One thing I really, really appreciate is that Marcus has done enough throwing up in his life to know when to make a run for the bathroom. I guess the kids are going to have a movie day while I run laundry.

I have a prescription for Zofran in hand in case things get worse, but it looks like he’s finally keeping down liquids.

Friends. Vectors of disease.

Did you?

Rebecca got to pet, excuse me, train with a dolphin at the Shedd Aquarium. Ah, the benefits of being cute and almost six and dressing in blue jeans instead of an Ariel costume. The docents took her out on the water onto the submerged rock ledge and she shook her head and waved her hands and her dolphin imitated her. They were mortified when they brought her back because she’d sat down on the water and gotten her bum wet and they were expecting a tongue lashing. My reaction? “It’s just water.” Damp child and playing with dolphins, or dry child and no dolphins, hmm. Tough choice.

Greek cheese on fire! Fire, fire, fire! Mmm, Greek cheese on fire.

I took a long nap with Madeline while my aunt took Rebecca out to the park. They spent the afternoon saving children from the Orii. My aunt is a good sport.

The Children’s Museum at the Navy Pier saves all the good stuff for the top floor. The best exhibit, with butterflies and flower petals and a baby play place, is tucked away at the back of the building.

The crazy crochet lady gave Madeline a doll that is crocheted except for its face and the bottle which you can stick in its mouth. I think her hobby is rearranging the millions of stuffed animals around the walls of her living room; all are on display, none are for touching. And counting her collection of unfertilized finch eggs. Matthew has instructions to take me out to the back forty and shoot me should I start to collect unfertilized finch eggs.

I found out that my cousin Jon is a cool guy. Tall. Hates his job. All things you don’t get from a Christmas letter.

Still recovering from the aggravation of having to switch content management systems. It used to be that I could recommend Movable Type to clients, but I find myself leaning towards Expression Engine for actual content management and WordPress or TextPattern for weblogs.

I have a box of canned formula somewhere in my living room. I ought to find it and donate it or something. My breasts are functioning just fine (if a little _too_ fine at times) and this box is just sitting there annoying me. More stuff for me to get rid of because it is taking up space! And not only that, but stuff that some people really need, so I’d feel bad if I just threw it out. Bah, humbug, formula companies!

Too many things on my to-do list. Today, though, is a day off. I will wash dishes and fold laundry and knit and otherwise goof off.

Yeah.

So, if you’re using an unpatched version of Movable Type, you might want to patch it or upgrade to MT3.33. If, however, you’re a kook like me and just can’t take the news that a mandatory security upgrade/patch stayed completely under your radar because the news was allowed to scroll off the Movable Type site feed…

There’s always WordPress.

Squishy weighed in at 11 pounds, 12 ounces at her two month well baby checkup this morning. It would have been more if she hadn’t pooped beforehand. The doctor admired her Little Beetle ONE diaper and showed off the Snappi to the intern who was following him on his rounds. The intern looked a little puzzled by the use of cloth, but the doctor said that he wore cloth diapers when he was a baby. They fiddled with her feet and played poke the baby (but not too much, because I had been nursing her when they arrived) and said she was a “perfect baby”. Then they sent in a nurse to give her shots.

The weather was miserable, but I drove to and from the office without incident. First time driving since I was seven months pregnant or so, and it had to go and rain. After the appointment, I stopped at Giant on the way home to get milk and bread and cheese, just to prove that I could actually be out and about with the baby and without any backup.

The afternoon was royally trashed, though, when she woke up from her car-induced nap. Holy crap, the screaming; it was horrific, and I’ve never heard anything like it from her. Every time she moved her leg, it hurt. Because it hurt, she would scream. Because she was screaming, she would move her leg. Talk about miserable. Finally managed to find a perfect position for her to sleep in and settled in to hold her and snuggle her and make it all better.

It was a day. This evening I need to work on a PSD-to-CSS conversion and convert this blog to WordPress. I don’t think I can handle using Movable Type any longer. Every time I log in, I want to scream and tear my hair out.