Sick Baby

My poor little monkey has been sick all week. It nevers fails to amaze me how much mucus can come out of such a tiny nose. (Incidentally, she hates having her nose wiped.) I was hoping that she might recover before this weekend so that we can attend some Chinese New Year parties, but it's not looking good.




We spent last weekend up in Vermont with friends. Mark went snowboarding and came back in one piece. This is a significant accomplishment considering that he almost cracked his head open last year. (FYI, he now wears a helmet. ) I decided to deprive the mountain of my awesome skiing ability (NOT!!) and held down the fort at the ski house with Miss Z. As a special treat, we had a massage therapist come to the house and I got to be a rag doll for an hour. However, I did have moment of horror during this otherwise relaxing treatment. At one point, the therapist was working on my feet and she spread apart 2 of my toes. She paused just long enough for me to convince myself that she was either looking for or found something unsavory between my toes. I froze. A moment later she moved on to the next 2 toes and I realized it was just part of the massage. Phew.