We spent the weekend in various stages of illness. I got off pretty lightly with a bad cold, while Jen got nailed with a case of strep throat. We took Willow to see a doctor because she's been all stuffy and wheezy. Babies just aren't very good at clearing their throats of gunk. She was prescribed an inhaler just in case she has any difficulty breathing. We're hoping that we don't have to use it because the directions say that it has to be held in place over the nose and mouth for two minutes. I'm sure Willow would find this objectionable. While Willow was in seeing this doctor, I was outside with The Dickens, riding up and down in the elevator. The Dickens is now an expert at controlling elevators. After this, she threw a big fit in the waiting room because she didn't want to wait. She even called another small child a "bad baby". That's the foulest insult she knows, taught to her by Nate, and not limited to the young in its application.

Today I didn't get up until 2:00, and spent a good amount of time watching my new Alien DVD box set. Jen joined me. It is rare that we get to just sit on the couch and do nothing. It's a good thing that Willow doesn't let her nasty cough spoil her cheerful disposition. Otherwise we probably wouldn't have been able to get away with being couch potatoes for very long. Now if only we could get a comfortable couch. Ours has a metal bar running across it at lower back level, guaranteed to cripple even the fittest occupant.

cds I listened to while dripping at the nose: Iron & Wine "The Creek Drank the Cradle", Calexico "98-99 Road Map", Shinjuku Thief "The Witch Haven", Dar Williams "The Beauty of the Rain", and Baby Dee "Love's Small Song"