soft

babies with the flu. not good. so soft, though, and really cuddly. i'm pretty sure the earnest puking hasn't yet begun. i've heard tell of this recent flu. i fear it. it makes me want to go out and buy 6 gallons of pedialyte. and some angiocaths, iv tubing and sterile fluids.

but i'm not a survivalist.

i'm really not, but having kids has swung me much further toward that end of society's spectrum than i ever thought i'd get. having kids and having read Stephen King's The Stand.

speaking of reading, i think eli's getting close. i think we need to read to owen more. owen who IAMSURE is saying "car." and "cat." and "clark," which is what he calls Eli (as in Kent). and they sound almost the same, but so what? we both know what he's saying. as eli says, "mom, it's the context."