First, I assure you that no matter what google says, I don’t have malware on my site. My webmaster has scoured the site and removed anything remotely troubling and I checked the site through badware myself last night–nothing found. Good grief.

Tomorrow, the Crabcake will be three and he has requested a particular dinner. I imagined something like chicken and french fries, but the boy, still fighting the proteins, has dictated another meal altogether. Ready for this? Goldpish crackers, teddy grahams (chocolate only, of course, and by the way, have you ever tasted them? cardboard with cocoa powder), skittles and cupcakes. Seriously.

Naturally, that won’t be the menu.

The kids have enjoyed a bit of flu, a round of strep (the boy) and two ear infections (the boy) since December, with the flu and an ear infection in the most recent bout of illnesses. I have finally soaked up the germs myself and now have a touch of bronchitis with a fine side of walking pneumonia. Whee!

I cannot complain, though. This is the first year that I haven’t been sick the entire time since about November. Plus, I have my own nebulizer at home to snuggle up to, so that’s nice. My mother has diagnosed me with chronic bronchitis, but when I think about the fact that I’ve had a cough for ten years now, the prognosis is depressing, so I am choosing to ignore her.

We are happy and busy. The girlchild has taken up soccer and has her first game this weekend. I am keeping a sketchbook and knitting when time allows and dreaming up baby gifts for someone I love who is expecting her first child this summer, after many years of waiting and trying and disappointments. I am thinking about driving with the girlchild up to North Carolina for a few days after school is out to check out a couple of summer camps. There’s a sort of crunchy one (Gwen Valley? Gwin Valley?) that interests me in theory. The idea is that we’ll check things out this summer in order to set her up for a week next summer.

I am reading Russell Banks’ The Reserve and enjoying it. His prose is elegant. I’m digging the PBS Jane Austen Sunday nights and have had my fill of Mr. Darcy over and over again on DVR–on to the next novel, please!

Oh! On my resolutions: I do feel improved, but I could use some exercise. Otherwise, every single day feels like a gift. Silly, no?