We are home, and glad to be so.  It’s a lot of fun to visit family and friends, but it is also very, very nice to be home.  We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and are so far past tired that we are approaching it from the other side (whatever that means).

Traffic was decent, but not insane.  The weather was fairly cooperative for the drive home, and there is nowhere near the 10+ inches of snow on the ground that we were hearing about this morning.  In fact, I don’t think there is any at the moment.  Tomorrow is another matter though.

We are tired.  Did I mention that?

Oh, and I think that if we try to put Miriam in the car seat again, she will run away.  Seriously.

Love and hugs to all.  Hope I didn’t miss anything too important over the last week.  I’ll try to get caught up, but it may take a while.  For now, I’m off to bed.

The worst part of being pregnant, worse than morning sickness, worse than waddling, worse than the inability to be comfortable in the 9th month because you are the size of a U-boat, is having a cold.

Because when you have a cold, you have to cough.  And when you cough, you throw up, which makes everything worse.  And you can’t even take the good meds for your cold.

/glares at DH who took Nyquil last night and is all full of joi de vie this morning.

I set Miriam down on the floor.  I then put a handful of cheerios down in front of her.  It’s amazing how many cheerios she’ll eat this way.

Then, when she’s done:

Okay, so that isn’t an after cheerios photo, that is an after playtime photo, but replace the toys with about 15 uneaten cheerios, and you have an idea of what it looks like around here.

Yesterday we went to German Fest in Lincoln Square to meet up with some friends and enjoy what may be one of the last nice nice weekends.

We had a great time!  The brats were great, fresh yummy saurkraut, and Miriam loved the German Potato Salad.  We didn’t have any beer, I know, heresy, but I can’t these days and Jason was being supportive.

He did however have a blue raspberry slushie, which certainly wins the Miriam Seal of Approval.

I haven’t fallen off the face of the Earth.  Honest.  This pregnancy is just a lot harder than the last one.

Every day, I plan to knit.  I plan to blog.  I plan to clean my house.

Yeah.

Miriam is teething.  I’m pregnant.  I was sick.

I’m just getting through the days.

Miriam is fussy, and wanting attention, so I was letting her bang away on my computer.  I set it to Ravelry Radar, which constantly reloads new posts, and she thinks her banging away changes the images on the screen.  I get to read the new posts, best of all worlds, rightt?

Well, I didn’t realize that she pulled the power cable out of the computer.  The one that plugs into the wall outlet and charges the computer.

The next sound I heard was her screaming, then a pause, and cries like I’ve never heard before.  I look down and discover that she had the sopping wet cable in her hand.

Poor thing.

She’s fine.  Smiling and chattering away now.

It was her first electrical shock, but with her last name, it certainly won’t be her last.

I hope everyone is having as wonderful a day as we are!

Sometimes, you just have to declare your independence by giving a baby a lollipop.

I did it. I made the ugliest knit toy ever. Seriously. This thing was going to be a bear. I followed the pattern directions. I don’t know quite what happened, but monster-dom ensued.

I am capable of knitting cute toys. The elephant for one, Runny Babbit is another example. Please, I beg of you, do not think this is a normal sample of my knitting. This thing just sort of happened.

The stitches are even, the knitting is great. It looked fantastic, until I tried to do the ears. Somehow, I bulloxed them up, and oy. What would you do with a instruction like “sew diagonally across the top of the head to define the ears”? ‘Cause obviously, I didn’t do it right.

And we won’t even discuss the face.

Know what, I still adore the beasty.

That is all.