It's Just A Virus, Or, Re-Imagine Uses for Your Broom.

Plasma.

Word of next generation iGadgets.

Syria's unrest.

David P.

All things that cannot be contained.

Let me back up for a moment, before I get ahead of myself and start posting pictures of our little boy holding comically large cleaning implements.

A plague fell on the House of Pagan this weekend--striking Friday and lasting through the end of Sunday.  It was foul business.  And sneaky.  Hitting poor David first, on Wednesday, then me, then Jon.  The mind really does start to reel once the symptoms start manifesting more aggressively.  Is this Cholera?  I place part of the blame on the med school experience, and part of the blame on myself for watching too much House.

Don't worry, it wasn't lupus.

In any event, we all survived and had a very mellow weekend.  This was helpful.

Call it irresponsible parenting, but when everyone is sick and can barely summon the energy to wear jeans and sit upright, we watch movies.  And keep Kleenex nearby.

Eventually, we felt well enough to venture out of the house, which our little boy loved, and in doing so, it was like God flipped some kind of developmental switch.  We have gone from zero to multiple baby gates in a mere matter of days.

This is David P.  He is a good little boy, and always very curious.

Getting ready to climb into the pantry.  David's homage to The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Somewhere, in the back of that cupboard, is a family of beavers waiting to befriend him.

Unimpressed with the baby gates.  Attempting to break out with the help of his new favorite toy.

But all of this exploring, if left unchecked, can be hazardous:  

First owie--the result of a header he took in the driveway as I was walking up to greet him from the mailbox.  Too much momentum. 

Late Night Stream of Consciousness Before Bed

Late night thoughts as I wind down from work and prepare for the sleep

• My attempt to call at least one friend per weekend failed this week.  Better luck next week.  I realize that being a loyal friend doesn't require weekly phone calls, but it's nice to talk with friends often.
• My google reader has blown up... by Jenn standards.  Jon's google reader contains zillions of subscriptions to zillions of different sites--techy, newsy, health-related.  I think I would go crazy if I had to manage a reader like his--not because of content, but just the sheer VOLUME of content.  I'm chipping away at my 42 unread items:)
• If I were to decide, one day, to open up my own business, I would open a cozy, lovely little bookstore/fruit market called Nom de Plum, where writers and literature enthusiasts could enjoy good books and fine produce.  The two concepts don't really complement each other, but I would hire a clever marketing team to make it sound chic.  Of course, I would have access to digital content, for sanity's sake.  If you've ever tried to read a classic while eating a nectarine, you know what I'm talking about.
• Must clean tea pot.  It is quickly becoming tea weather and I need to get my station set back up in the kitchen:)
• Jon is sleeping and will rise in about 2.5 hours.  David is sleeping, and will rise in about 4.5 hours.  Holy goodness, I have got to get to bed.