Sickies.

Henry and I are down for the count with green noses, coughs, and itchy throats and ears. Jared has avoided it thus far. Let's hope it stays that way.

On another subject, I wanted to share with all of you a revelation. Ready? Okay, here it is. The computer/internet is a swirling vortex of treachery which aims to suck bored and curious souls deep into its murky depths never to be seen or heard from again. Yes, I realize that this sounds dramatic, but I also know that I could very well be standing with one foot in the damned thing already - which is why I decided to mention it to all of you.

I only bring this up, because I've had some time for soul-searching this week and last. I think the soul-searching has something to do with Henry turning more and more into an interactive toddler-type person. He is no longer the tiny, immobile cuddle-bug, perfectly content to sit in a bouncy seat and watch me do things in a room. Nope, he's graduated to crawling, pulling-up, cruising, and needing back-and-forth conversation almost constantly. He has me thinking about whether I am making the best use of my time all the time so that I can maximize our hands-on-in-his-face-exploring-the-world moments that he wants so much; and I'm happy to report that, thanks to my little ray of blonde-locked sunshine, I'm headed in a gooooood direction.

Which brings me back to the statement above about the computer. I know what you're thinking already. How can she say this when she's got a blog and a facebook account and a myspace and a craigslist addiction and checks email forty-seven times a day?? Does she dare bite that hand?? Well, to that, I can only say...you're right...and times they are a'changin'.

Did you know that there is an actual facebook group for moms whose kids have actually hurt themselves while mom was satisfying her addiction to checking status updates and photos of friends. Helllooooooo, does anyone see the problem with that? After I discovered the group on a friend's page, I started noticing how many minutes it would take my own self to reply to people's notes to me or photo postings or blog entries...and the amount of minutes was frightfully small and shrinking. Why? Because I was logging on so often that nary a moment would pass that I didn't see something new to comment on. Truthfully, I think it was only a matter of time before I would have needed to join that deplorable aforementioned facebook mamas group. And, so, I say to all of you now...enough is enough.

Last week, I took a look around my house...messy. I watched my son try to scale the bricks of my fireplace...dangerous. I glanced at myself in the mirror...scary. I opened the fridge...empty. I thought about inviting some folks over for dinner....overwhelming. I checked my facebook....only 9 minutes since my last status update.

Yeah, you see where this is headed. Things are going to be changing around here (and in many ways they already have). I'd love to tell you all about it, but my sweet baby boy just woke up...which means, my time with you is done. I have far more important things to tend to just now.