All day my eyes have been bothering me. Blurry. Warp-y. Crooked… I took my contacts out and cleaned them, and still, I was whonk-eyed. Taking Jeffrey to school, the signs were blurry, but since my lenses were new, and I had also just cleaned them, I jumped to the only logical conclusion: Brain tumor.

When I got home from my crooked, dizzy errands, I swaped my lenses for my glasses, and things seemed much clearer. Whew. No brain tumor after all.

Turns out I had my lenses in the wrong eye. 

So what’s been going on with you?

My memory seems to have gone the way of the snow, and I doubt I even have any readers anymore- and I can’t even remember what I’ve done with all the time I took away from writing. I think knitting was in there somewhere, and I know I made a quilt, but it’s not completely done yet. I played a lot with my kids, which is a trend I think I’ll continue- even though I’ve never been much of a “floor mom”- not that I don’t like sitting on the floor or anything, I’m just not a micro-manager.

We had some family birthdays, (which I lagged on big time), a parent-teacher conference and trip to Target or two- yes, it was as bad as you’re thinking. Do you know how awesome the public library is? I know that, but it always seems I forget, then I go on a library bender, and remember how much I love it. Anyway…

Go read “The Healthiest Kid in the Neighborhood” by the infamous and spectacular Dr. Sears, right now! It will change the way you feed your babies forever. We are now officially and completely off junk-food of any kind, and the bambinos have been surprisingly receptive. They even tried such strange and exotic fare as salmon and asparagus, once I explained about food dye and strong muscles and how our hearts work. Not trying to terrify them or anything, but it’s totally working.

Beanies favorite thing now is grinding his own peanut butter- it makes him really happy.

I discovered a super fun recipe for making your own pita bread, and the kids LOVE the science of the bread puffing up and, well, kneading dough is always a favorite pass-time in our hovel.

Speaking of hovels, did I mention our house goes on the market in less than three weeks? Ok, it’s far from a hovel. Actually it’s a fine, wonderful, homey, updated, newly carpeted cedar-sided ranch with five beds and recently remodeled kitchen and bath … are you interested? Yeah? Yeah? So packing I a-go. And packing. And packing. Maybe a little panicking in there, too, eh?

I can’t talk about the new house yet, because I don’t want to touch the bubble and pop it. You understand. When the deal is done, then I’ll dish. But I’ll just say one thing: Porch. Uh huh. That’s right.

So, I’ll be around again. Moving and getting the house ready to show and be on the market is my new all-consuming pet-project. Keeping the house clean and ready to show at a moments notice for the next month ought to be a barrel of fun. Or maybe just a barrel of Monkeys… wish us luck!