In Like A Lion, Out Like A Lamb

Guess what?

Snow.

More snow.

I just can't believe it.

Is Tennessee trying to become Alaska or something?

Enough with the snow already.

At least it is a beautiful snow.
Unfortunately I have three little sweet potatoes
who cannot go out and play in this lovely snow today.
Lovely K had a cold over the weekend that is just trying
to be all that it can be (must be an army cold).
I thought she was better yesterday, but last night
she started being poorly again. Big E joined her
in unhealthiness yesterday or sometime last night.

Here's what is ironic:
Baby J slept wonderfully last night.
I fed him around 9:15 and put him down
and he slept until almost 5:00 am. Fabulous!
BUT the irony is that I was up anyway
around 2:30 with my eldest two.
Big E was coughing like a maniac and had a fever.
Lovely K was laying on the floor of the bathroom
crying because she felt so bad.
But you know what?
It's so much easier to deal with
a 9 year old and a 7 year old
than a 9 week old in the middle of the night.
Give me children who can talk any day
over one who communicates through
either coos or screams.

I am making a big pot of chicken noodle soup
(in my continued quest of feeding us
out of what we have on hand).
I used to make chicken noodle soup often
when we got noodles that Lloyd Dobbler's
grandmother made.
We used to get a few bags of those
for the freezer a couple of times a year.
I don't think she makes them anymore.
Or not for the whole family anyway.
But I don't think I have made
homemade chicken noodle soup
since then. And that's been
years....dating back to
our "former life" at the old house.
I hope I remember what to do.
But it's chicken noodle soup.
How hard can that be?


School was canceled here today
because of sickness AND snow.
(Too bad I finished my vampire book last night.
Too bad I don't have the second one to start on today.
Yes--you heard me--I'm going to read the second one.)


We really can't afford to miss out on
school days since we took the entire month
of January off....but what am I going to do?
Crack the whip on these ill children?
I think not.
Maybe I'll just read aloud to them.
We've got to finish the last book in the collection
of The Borrowers. The library called yesterday
about it. I forgot to renew it when I returned all
our others last Monday. Why do they wait a week
before calling you to tell you that it's overdue?
I always seem to be paying fines at the library.
They should name something
at the library after me.
Like maybe a special cart in which
you can return your seriously over due books.

Let's go check on that soup, Dear Reader.
Or I will.
You can stay here...move on to your
next blog....or continue listening to my strange
assortment of music on the juke box.
I just grabbed a play list from LAST year.
These were songs I selected a year ago.
Funny, last March seems like a lifetime ago.
That was before I was even pregnant.
As I am writing this, I am listening to
song #12 over there. Sting. "When We Dance."
I think that song is beautiful. Beautifully written.
Very poetic lyrics.
I just love a well-written song.

Gotta go....

Soup's on.