Sorry, all two of my loyal readers, that there has not been much bloggage lately. The wee one was in the hospital for four days with pneumonia and general wheeziness, which is a whole other very NOT funny story. We are now spending a lot of quality time with a nebulizer, which she mostly just tries to eat. And of course we are trying to cut down on her smoking.

The Quistilton Family is also attempting to purchase a home, an endeavor which is absorbing much of our waking time and all of our emotional energy. I do not help this process by falling instantly in love with every house we view. “Oh, the flaking paint in the kitchen sink is charming (yes, a painted SINK)...No off-street parking isn’t such a big deal, we only get ten or so big snowstorms a year...Small bedrooms are fine, we’ll teach the girls to live simply...” etc. We are currently trying to decide between an inexpensive home which needs some work and is located on a busy, perhaps not friendly street, and two new homes (one with an ENORMOUS yard) which are coming on the market in the next couple of months. With the frustrating way that the (otherwise wonderful) non-profit we’re working with does things, we don’t know if we have a real chance at either of the two new homes because there will be a lottery to decide who gets them...it’s a very clear illustration of the “bird in the hand” thingy. (Proverb? Metaphor? Did I GO to college?) As in, “The slightly crappy, enticingly cheap, busy-street-no-offstreet-parking, small-yarded house in the hand is worth two chances-to-get-the-only-brand-new-houses-in-the-city in the bush.” Or something like that, maybe with less gratuitous punctuation.

Add to this whirlwind the mid-life crisis I'm too young to be experiencing, a babe who will not sleep off the boob since leaving the hospital and the Kicking Kid who comes into our bed when she wets her own, and you get one very nutso mama. Whine, whine. I need a time-out!