Picasso, cats don't hiccup, and the return of the evil eye

Busy weekend, spent basking in the flow of adorable children's snot.  Then along came the evil eye...as in pink eye...the horror!  I can handle most icky things:  oozing wounds, missing toenails, infected fingers, and a bad case of toenail fungus but pink eye just wigs me out!  So to doctor, to doctor, we went and got some festive eye drugs.  Getting the drugs was the easy bit, administering them into little humans eyeballs was equal to a volcanic explosion of screaming and chaos.  I hated every moment of dripping the drug into their swollen crusty little eyeballs.

Picasso has also been visiting our house, and he is into his blue period...being that was the only crayon he could find.  Mr. Clean Magic Eraser are like sorcery!

Finally, cats do not hiccup.   At least I have never heard one, until last night.  Was feeding Nora, stuck in our attic blissful zone when I started hearing hiccups.  After checking the stairs, I noted that Isis had taken up lodgings on the stairwell.  I returned to my precious Nora and could still hear hiccups. I told Nora, "cat's don't hiccup..."  We went downstairs to find Nick sitting on the bottom step, playing with a train, and drinking juice quietly, cept for the hiccups.  I put my tiny minion back to bed, but before falling asleep Nick had to tell me all about his drawings, with a blue crayon, in his tiny notebook.  Apparently the drawings are of houses, horses, and ice.  Least this time Picasso kept his drawings on paper, for the time being.  Until he locates a green crayon and moves onto his green period.