Sick as a Dog (arf arf)

Sorry, anytime somebody says “dog” now I automatically throw in an arf arf. Can’t help it. Training.

Anyway, I just wanted to make a quick entry that says, in short, I think Melissa is on the last leg of it, I’m in the very final throes of it, and Ian is hopefully getting near the end of this horrible cold we’ve all had. I swear we’ve had this for… three weeks? You can tell Ian’s miserable, particularly when he swallows something and it hits the wrong part of his throat. Breaks a mom and dad’s heart seeing that much pain on a kid’s face. But like I said, almost through this. Spring should make this much less of a problem, from what I understand, and I’ll take all the help I can get.

So um… I came up with this thing two days ago that is working great for the residual smell made by our Diaper Champ, just making a note for posterity. Throw some ripped up newspaper in the bottom of it, under the bag. It is the kind of solution I enjoy: economical, effective, earthy, and… something else that starts with e, I guess. It works really well, sucks the stink right out of the air. (For those of you who don’t know, the Diaper Champ is that thing in Ian’s room that eats diapers and looks like Artoo-Deetoo… we call ours Artoo-Poopoo.)