Eh? What's that?

With congestion from my cold, my hearing gets worse. Philip thinks my ability to hear is poor at the best of times, so now it is deplorable.

Good thing he doesn't have much to say to me anyways.

The good thing about this cold is that rendered me incapable of yelling at my wonderful children. They are all stuffed up too, some more than others.

Matthew feels it's his duty, when sick, to wake me up. Just to make sure that I'm okay, since he worries about me more when we're both sick.


Melanie also had a turn last night, but her complaint was that she poked herself in the eye.
The obvious solution: "Don't do that. Now lay quietly so I can go back to sleep."

Melanie (Nathan's gopher) asked if they could move the chairs. She was fortunate enough to be the driver of the train this time. (Such an honour!)

Passengers can be such a nuisance, though, asking her to stop for a minute for this and for that. Nathan, ever the safety conscious one, made the driver stop so he could jimmy up seat belts.


Later they willingly posed for me as Chris, Chris' mom, and baby Hannah.
Aren't they a cute family? Their Daddy is still at work though.
(Actually he's Matthew, and he was napping at the time.)