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.

Nope.  The remnants aren’t scheduled to reach us until Sunday.  This flooding of our entire street, and basement, is brought to you by a regular every day storm.

Needless to say, the sump pump is going nuts trying to keep up with the water pouring through the basement windows.

Ughh.

Photos do not do the amount of water justice.

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.

A haircut and bleach job can be a major change.

But blue beats blond any day.

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This is True is by far, the funniest, most heart wrenching, and frustrating email I get, every single week. It’s free, or you can get the ad free version for $24 a year.

It’s been around since 1994*, and has been funny every single week.

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*Oops.  I was off by 10 years.

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’ve been feeling poorly for a while now.  Mostly, I’ve credited it to being pregnant and having a cold, but yesterday things went from bad to worse, so I made a doctors appointment.  It’s a good thing I did.  Turns out I have strep throat.  So, now I’m on some heavy duty antibiotics and the doc said I should rest and take it easy.  I reminded him that I have a 7 month old.  He said to try anyway.

On my way out of the office, I fell off the curb, ’cause I’m elegant like that, and couldn’t get up right away.  After a few moments of feeling completely ridiculous, I managed to heft my carcass up off the asphalt, swallowed my pride, and went back into the doctor’s office.

The nurse cleaned up my knee and gave me a kick-ass bandaid and gave me strict orders to go home and rest.

I went to walgreens, filled my ’script, and came home.

Jason, who is working from home today, cleaned up my knee again and gave me a new bandaid as I had bled through the first one in the 45 minutes I waited at walgreens for my 7 little pills.

So, now I’m sitting here with my leg elevated, and an icepack on my knee.  My toes are swollen, and my knee hurts like hell.  I can’t even bend my knee without help.

My throat hurts, my ear hurts, my knee hurts, I’m sick, and I feel like the most pathetic person on the planet.

Oh, and Jason popped in a movie for me: Fantastic 4 and the Silver Surfer.  My day just keeps getting better and better.