I’m feeling better. Not bad, huh? Usually, when I start having sinus troubles, I’m miserable for a week. This time, it was just a day and a half of misery. Wanna know the secret to my shorter span of misery? Of course you do! I poured salt water up my nose. No, seriously. See, I was watching Oprah the other day, and her and my BFF, Doctor Oz, told me all about the neti pot. As I watched the lady from the audience bend her head to the side and pour water up one nostril, only to have it come streaming out the other one a few seconds later, I thought to myself, “Next time I get a sinus infection, I’m going to have to try that.” Little did I know that the Sinus Monster was lurking jjust around the corner. So, I was really congested, and I couldn’t sleep. I thought about what I could use to improvise, since I didn’t actually have a neti pot. So, at two o’clock in the morning, I was standing in the kitchen pouring salt water up my nose from a little, pink, princess teapot I borrowed from Kyra. Don’t laugh. All the princesses are doing it. It really did help. I tried yesterday to find the actual SinuCleanse system, so as to avoid the embarrassment of the teapot up my nose, but, after visiting two drugstores and the pharmacy at Kroger, there was nary a neti pot to be found. CVS actually carries them, but, after the Oprah show, they had sold out. Anyway, this morning, I woke up feeling much better. I am now a believer.

My cold sore is already starting to go away, too. I will have kissable lips again before I know it. Yay for that, right?

We went to the park this afternoon so Chris could run, and as we were leaving, Kyra slipped in some wet grass and cut her knee open on a rock or something. We debated about whether I should take her to the doctor or not. Chris didn’t think she needed to, but I kind of thought she did. It was not real deep, but it was kind of gaping. So, I took her to the doctor, and he cleaned it out. He had to get out the tweezers to get this one piece of debris out of it, but, other than that, it wasn’t too scary. Then, he glued it back together, and put some steri strips on it. After the initial tears when she first fell and then again when she saw all the blood, she was pretty stoic about it. She was a real trooper when the doctor was irrigating it and picking at it. Her eyes teared up and she told him quite emphatically that it hurt, but she didn’t cry. I would have had to sit on Elijah. She got a pink, plastic necklace and an ice cream sandwich for her troubles from the good doctor.

She and I got home from the doctor right when Chris needed to leave for work, so it was just me and the kids. I surprised them and ordered a pizza. That made them happy, and I was good and only ate two pieces. It was yummy. I hadn’t had pizza in a long time. After we ate pizza, we practiced walking with Owen. He’s up to four or five steps in a row. He’s getting so big. Once he gets the hang of it, he’s going to be unstoppable, seeing as how Elijah is giving him the hardcore obstacle course version of learning to walk, where Owen has to maneuver around random objects Elijah decides to throw in front of him, as well as Elijah himself flailing around in his general direction in typical, spastic Elijah fashion. It’s all good, though. Owen gets really proud of himself when he walks to us. His whole face lights up when he laughs at our applause and “Good job, Owen!!”s. They’re so cute when they’re learning to walk. He’ll be eleven months old tomorrow. Man, time flies!

I also discovered a song today that I hadn’t heard before, but that I instantly love. Chris said he’d heard it before and really liked it, so I looked it up on YouTube. I know you want to hear it, and, since I aim to please…