Gnat has requested macaroni and cheese for his birthday dinner. Without any vegetables in it.
Yes, he’s four today, and he’s only about two feet shorter than me, which is kind of alarming. He’s going to be huge. Like Mr. Lissar. I’m really short and married into a really tall family. They like pointing out how short I am.
Thanks, FCM. My goal as a mother for this year is to make sure everyone is fed and wearing clothes. That also means I can’t kill any of my kids. Not any of them. That will be difficult.
Mmm, waffles. We don’t have a waffle maker, I definitely don’t need a waffle maker.
As is typical in the VunderLair, VWife is on the couch watching football and guarding the remote like a dog with a bone, while I’m in the kitchen cooking.
It’s snowing and has been pretty much most of the morning. It stopped for a while and the sun came out enough to melt just a little; but now it’s coming down again and everything that was bare is covered again.
The highways and stuff look bare and wet. However, with the temp drop tonight, that crap is going to ice over but good and those that have to work tomorrow are in for a must sucky commute.
OYKW had gone to pick up pizza but suddenly I want mac 'n cheese with no veggies. LiLi do let Gnat know he’s a bad influence. I’m sure he’d want to know that. Then again, maybe pizza trumps mac 'n cheese. Especially since I don’t have to make pizza.
I’m 5"3. Mr. Lissar is 6"4. His family, except for his mother (who’s 5"5) ranges from between 5"11 and 6"5. I look ridiculous in family pictures.
Making mac’n’cheese. Children are all tragical and we don’t know why, but it’s really really funny, because neither of them remember why they’re crying. Nitwits.
I think we may have a new Lutheran. Culinary Boy really, really liked the service today. He also knew to sit near the back of the church. (Well, I had told him about that inclination before.) Lunch was chimichangas at a cheap-but-excellent Mexican place in Washeville* before visiting Computer Boy and Katy Cat.
Sassy Chica and I went kitty fishing this morning. We caught a Mysterio with an old shoelace. It was far more entertaining than it should have been.
*West Asheville where all the hippies live.
I came home tonight to find Bub upstairs with my mom alone. From what she described it sounds as if he had an absence seizure or a focal seizure. Honest to goodness… This is not the first time that I suspected him of having one, but it’s been probably at least a year since I witnessed it. I don’t know what to do other than to just monitor him and see if it happens again.
Hopefully it’s just something more benign like idiopathic vestibular syndrome. IIRC, the dog’s inner ear just goes bonkers for a bit and the brain gets so confused the poor beast pretty much just stops in its tracks for a bit. The last time our dog had it, she went limp on one side and tipped over like one of those fainting goats.
We found a new house to rent. It’s almost as if someone asked us what we wanted. Big “game” room that will become the sewing studio, a guest bedroom, an office space for me, a half acre yard with a Chihuahua-proof fence, and a roughly 20x20 foot outbuilding with power that will become my workshop. Close to my office, close to Faire and a lot less than we’re paying now.
