welcome to my nightmare

We are heading into a new phase of childhood around our house. Hard to imagine my sweet little angel, just look at him! (modeling one of our new Krisalis shirts available for public sale soon!)



having anything so weighty as a nightmare bother him. But it seems it does. Last night he woke up crying inconsolably. hmmm. needs water? no. bathroom? no. what? He finally settled down into bed and then after awhile his arms shot straight out in front of him (in bed, still asleep) and he YELLS "STOP!" followed by a quieter, sadder and frightened "don't eat me!" His frightened cries finally woke him up.


Poor little monkey.


How goes the sleep in your house?

Mama's Day

Never take anything for granted.

Like children that are healthy and know how to hug you good morning. And make you Mother's Day cards, delivered with a smile. And pick bouquets with the perfect balance of color and shape to grace the table.

Or husbands that do dishes, clean kitchens, make ricotta pancakes & bacon while the coffee is hot. Or change the lightbulb that takes the really tall ladder. Or (finally) hang doors to bedrooms so they will close! and lock! and open and close!

I don't take these thing for granted. Because not everyone can make cards, make pancakes or hang doors. Nor care about them. These things are my gifts today! And I am blessed.





And for my own beautiful mother on this day, a difficult day as you are endeavoring to mother you own parent, you will always be the best model of a mother. ever. I love you and I wish my many hugs could reach you today.

Today

I am just glad that the sheer exhaustion that I was feeling yesterday has abated. And that the thought of food doesn't disgust me. I guess it is what is going around.

YESTERDAY
Lisa and I made it official - we registered our company name at the tax office. "Krisalis" had its t-shirt launch last Saturday and we did pretty darn well - our sales exceeded my expectations. So that was cool.

Lisa & I also reminisced - as we were both feeling quite ill - remembering the last time we were both ill. It was a weekend away to Port Aransas - Lisa & I got riotously ill. At one point she crawled out of the bathroom to let someone know she was dying, just so they'd know. They promptly fell back asleep.
How long ago was? What was it that we ate? Was it those heavenly meatballs? I've always blamed the meatballs. Have we ever been so sick? And do we remember the house tour we went on together, where we admired one of the lovely bathrooms with it's cool cool cool tile floor, and remarked: "I could totally have food poisoning on this floor."

ah, good times.