Displacement

Rich is in the process of repainting our "big" bathroom.  And all of the bathroom stuff has to go somewhere, so tubby time is back in our kitchen sink.  Becca has a new toy, and for me it's a race against the clock.

Random Pictures

Brrrrrrrrr . . . . . . . .

It's c-c-c-c-cold here in New Jersey. How cold? Take a look at the lake:

And thanks to Becca's love for Uncle Brian, I got to spend a little time skating with Rich while Becca and Brian hung out together.  No pics, though.  Not that you'd really want to see me skate.

"Bubbles"

We're now three weeks into a virus here in our house, and I'm hoping Rich (the last to catch it) is finally improving.  Most of our time has been spent cooped up in the house, recovering and taking care of our nose bubbles.  

You see, when Rebecca's nose first started running she blew a little bubble and Rich ran her to a mirror to show her.  From then on, whenever her nose ran she'd say, "Bubble," and we'd come running with a tissue.  If I blew my nose she'd say, "Bubble."  She'd even touch the top of my nose and say it if I sniffled a little.  So it wasn't too much of a surprise when Rich finally blew his nose for the first time and she said, "Bubble," but it was sure cute when she immediately gave him a big hug and kiss, showing him she understood what he was in for and he had her sympathy.

Grocery Story

The monkey and I have been pretty sick since New Year's, with "nose bubbles" (as we call them around here).  Rich is just getting it now, and I feel like I may be turning a corner, but I'm certainly not better.

Anyway, the cold as given Becca a gravelly sound to her voice.  And while at Acme (stocking up on tissues) she tried to point out to her dad a bear on some of the packaging.  Her lower-than-usual growl, however, startled a large gentleman in his 60s(?) who jumped, causing Rich to laugh, and the guy to give Rich dirty looks.  I was at the other end of the isle as he walked past, muttering curse words under his breath.  We think he thought Rich did it.