Five things

I have a reminder in my Google calendar, every fourth Wednesday, saying CTC. I have no idea what it means.

Both children are still asleep. This is absurd and unheard of. Perhaps they're going to get better.

I am sneezing and coughing but no longer properly ill. Just tired in the "Oh, I had flu" way.

Beef tomatoes stuffed with chili might be delicious.

Linnea just woke up this second with a dry bed - she's quite surprised by it.

Two girls

It is unutterably delicious to see them with each other. Emer helps Linnea hold the mayonnaise jar. Linnea helps Emer cut pieces of a magazine. They make sandwiches together or for each other. They bicker, and resolve things, and resume affectionate interactions.

I don't remember getting on well with my sisters at all, as a small child - and family lore tells that we didn't; the older three did up to a point but myself and my younger sister were pitted against each other by familial roles and operated on a playmates-who-loathe-each-other principle for about 15 years.

My children appear to have a relationship so far outside that I can't imagine how they feel. But it's beautiful.

Confused Theology: At Mama's Knee

"No! Don't glue your - not the - oh, lordy, why the cups?... And that's why God gave us a dishwasher!"