sick day

Today I got the phone call from daycare that I always dread.  “Your son is sick; please come remove him and his sicko, contagious, oozy-gooey self from the premises.” 

Of course that’s not what they actually said…but doesn’t it feel like that’s what they mean?!?

So…instead of working…I’m hanging out with my Jack-Jack and doing a bit of knitting.

green kerchief

madelinetosh tosh dk in filigree.  age of brass and steam kerchief pattern found {here}.

If you need me…you can find me washing all the sheets and clorox-wiping everything that isn’t moving in the house.

I hate pink eye.