We've been sick: lying-on-the-living-room-floor-watching-Elmo-all-day sick, coughing-so-hard-we-cry sick, being-generally-whiny-and-clingy sick.

It's been a long, snotty week, but things are looking up.

And through it all, the two coughing, snotty children have remained best friends.

As noses dry up and energy levels return, we can get back to our regularly scheduled cuddles and cuteness.

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

e.e. cummings

“Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.”
--Henry David Thoreau

I am resigning myself to the influences of February and thanking whomever responsible there is something to do.

You're right, Rosie. Finn does look exceptionally cute.

Why all the sartorial adorableness?

Snowflake Kingdom, children. That's why.

"What you mean I can't go down the snowslides with Finn?"
"I am mad now, Mommy. Mad."

Click on the picture above. You won't regret it. Finn's expression is priceless.

The perfect apres-slide treat.

"I didn't get on the slides, but I guess this isn't a total bust."

"Although, somehow, I still feel cheated."

"I don't know what she's complaining about. I had a great time."

On the weekend, we ventured to a pet store. And we left with a pet. I guess that was predictable. Anyway, the fifth member of our family is not the kitty Finn so desperately seems to want.

(He even claims he'll clean up the "kitty poo." Uh-huh. I need more poo to clean like I need a hole in the head.)
So Finn is now the proud owner of Blub the Fish.
Long live Blub!