Readers who have been around for a while may remember that about four years ago Lydia was diagnosed with childhood absence epilepsy.  It turned out to be one of those things that sound much worse than they are, and all it really amounted to was that she had to swallow a pill when she woke… Read More It’s baaaa-aaaaack.

Recovering from this cold has been a one-step-forward-two-steps-back sort of deal, and all of us–with the exception of Lydia, who somehow avoided it altogether–are still in various stages of sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head-ing, fever-ing, and so on. Tage’s missed as much pre-school as he’s attended in the past couple of weeks, and with… Read More Update from the sickhouse