Sick again with extras

Arabella has a cold, with great ropes of snot. This weekend's catchphrase has been "Don't touch the baby, you'll get her sick." Then last night A was complaining of an upset tummy. I didn't want to mix cold meds with stomach meds, but I was concerned. This morning she was still complaining about her stomach hurting until a sleepy husband voice from under the covers muttered it might be due to her eating half a stick of butter. He found the gnawed remains behind the toilet. And I do mean gnawed -- little toothmarks and all. And yes, she ate about four Tablespoons. Not margarine or something, but BUTTER. I'm going to investigate refrigerator locks this week.

As if this isn't already fun enough, I think I am getting Arabella's cold.

And I have to fire the kilns -- the big kiln with a bisque, the small kiln with a cone 5 glaze, both need to be finished tomorrow. And I have to finish the knitted bath mitt, and the seam on the fingerless mitts for Mom so I can mail off her beret. And today we have an appointment for family portrais, our first ever.