I'm Alive!

There seems to be some concern out there that I have perished in my sleep. Be not afraid; I am recovered. Drugs are wonderful things, as far as antibiotics go. So now I am mostly cough-free and beginning to catch up on a bit of sleep.

Took Tyger to the Dr's today for his 6 month check-up (where did THAT half-year go?) and he is doing extremely well. He is now a robust 17 pounds, 12 oz. And he actually slept for 8 1/2 hours last night, which is the first time since getting pneumonia on Hallowe'en, which means I got a few hours in myself.

Mark took me to Niagara Falls last night for dinner and a show at a great little place called "O Canada, Eh?" Nice family-style 5 course dinner and a cute Christmas show. We had fun, and Ty even took a bottle (of breast-milk, mind) while I was gone. All good.

Phoenix told me yesterday what he wants to be when he grows up. "I want to do what Opa does," he said. "A carpenter?" I asked. "No, Mommy, I just want to stay at home and go on trips a couple of times a year!" So we determined that Phoenix just wants to be retired. Smart kid.

Well, laundry calls yet again (damn that fairy!)...

Bye for now.