No Progress Report

Alas, deliciously spicy Mexican food followed by a non-appetizing, non-fat, no-sugar-added ice cream dessert (with Splenda!) along with the doctor's orders have served no effect. The water is currently boiling for my first cup of raspberry leaf tea, and Ellie and I are about to go to the park to walk around a bit. My mother called this morning to express some readiness for me to get on with things already; she wants to get down here before tonight's expected ice storm up her way. I'm game!

A friend just suggested I try shining a flashlight at myself to show baby the way out. Knowing this baby as I do now, I replied that perhaps I might be more successful trying to lure her out with a piece of chocolate. It's worth consideration if the tea fails.

Also, all those of you who live close to at least one side of your extended families? You're smart people.

Suddenly I feel a sense of impending doom. Moments ago, my front yard looked like a staged scene. There were several squirrels and chipmunks dashing around, and dozens of birds (cardinals, blue jays, starlings, and I don't know what all else) were pecking everywhere. Now, the yard - the whole street! - is deserted. How odd.

Well, it looks like it's time for my next plastic tea party. Adieu!