We are still sniffling away here, but on our way to recovery. It's funny the stages of a cold. First the chest, then the throat and then always a blocked but runny nose. BB is still handling it like a trooper, although needs extra cuddles at night time.
I've been looking at lots of new (to me) blogs the last couple of days. A very special one I've found is resurrection fern, which I stumbled across via Kristi's site when I was gaping in awe at a crocheted fish her mama made. I was so excited that I called PB over, thinking that he would share in my joy. He is into fishing after all.
His reply? (In the best authoritative cross manly voice he could muster...)
"Darling. The day a crocheted stone enters this house is the day I leave."
Luckily they're small enough to hide in my pockets.