Interim Update

Hi giraffe. Hi readers.

I have a small flu problem that keeps me from being able to do anything but farm out my child to outside caretakers and sit quietly on the couch.

Yesterday I used all spare brain wattage to figure out how, during the sole hour I was responsible for Henry when he was awake, we could watch Yo Gabba Gabba on my computer. (That way, we wouldn’t have to do anything else.)

I’d heard great things about it, but here’s a hint: when feverish, Yo Gabba Gabba is potentially creepy.

It’s also confusing to an eager near-two year old, who wants to know what everything is.

“What’s that! What’s that!”

Er, that’s a green striped thing that I wish would stop jumping?

“What’s that! What’s that!”

I don’t know. It is not an animal and I don’t know it’s name.

“What’s that! What’s that!”

Not sure but it looks like if you washed it, it would never dry properly. And it might never smell the same.

“What’s that! What’s that!”

No idea, honey. A monster with bumps? It’s a good dancer though, isn’t it.

These answers are not good enough. I need to regain my authority. To do that, I need to regain my ability to eat.

I’m rescaling Maslow’s hierarchy. The ability to digest should be down there on the lowest flattest part, because that is key.

See you all when I get a few levels back up!