Burning the midnight oil.

It's been a crummy week. We've been pretty much in lockdown mode since, oh, last Saturday. I'd like to thank Anna for bringing the lovely germs that have morphed into all sorts of fun around here - pink eye, ear infections, middle-of-the-night coughing fits. That's right, it's 3 am and this is the fifth night in a row I have been up (multiple times, I might add) with a screaming three-year-old. I went to register Lily for kindergarten today and it was about the most fun I've had since the quarantine begun. That is, besides scoring a million boxes of fruit snacks and Kellogg's cereal for mere pennies. But that's a story for another day. On the bright side - neither Tim nor I (nor Eve, miraculously!) has developed anything in the way of phlegm or eye goop. I'm still crossing my fingers. So here's to a week of bad parenting - dumping a Joy School lesson on another mom when she called me up to ask a favor (see if she tries that again), more hours of TV and computer than I could possibly count, threatening a protesting child that if she "spits out her medicine I will spank her" (yes, those were my exact words) and catering hand over foot to the needs of two rotten middle children while the more delightful(but not so sick) ones flounder in neglect. Cheers! Oh, and in other bright news, I have a new niece. She's beautiful! We wish we could have been there! But believe me, you're definitely glad we weren't. Here's our little pink, crusty-eyed gem. This was at the start of her woes. And then not even a personal nurse could have kept up with the green ooze. Here's Rachel. We weren't quick enough on the draw for naptime today. But hey, she's wearing something besides pajamas. Small victories. And step, touch, step, ball change and pas de bourree:

Dang, it takes a long time to post video. Love my girls. And my guy, too. But we're not talking about him right now.