I'm sick again.

It sucks again. And no, Mom, I didn't intentionally get sick to make you sick when we see you this coming weekend.

I have the whole sneezing, scratchy throat, drippy nose, stuffed sinuses, headache thing going on. Do you think it's God getting back at me for feeling happy that Luis got canned? It did start on Friday or so.

Well, it's worth it if that's it. Though I might not think so when I'm trying to sleep again tonight despite the fact that I can't breathe.

Rather a necessity, that breathing thing. I remember before Allie was born, when we got our first glimpse of her in an ultrasound at 8 1/2 months. She was moving--her chest was moving, and Dr. Stoffel said that was a good sign, that she was practicing breathing. Even though there was only fluid to wiggle around in.

I feel like I have enough fluid right now myself to float a boat--in my stuffed up head. Sigh. I'm going to go away and have a pity party now.

One of my daily tasks is bottles for Julia. Wash the bottles, wash the retaining rings, wash the caps, wash the nipples. Line them up, put a liner in each bottle, fill it to the right height, tap in 3 1/2 scoops of formula, shake them up, cap them, and put them in the fridge.

Then Julia's set for meals for another 24 hours. It's easier, I suppose, than making a meal for either Allie or Greg and I, but somehow it seems like such a chore. It takes about 20-25 minutes a day, and I normally do it after the girls go to sleep.

I guess it's because I don't have any choice (unless Greg does them for me). The bottles have to be washed and the bottles have to be filled. If I didn't feel like making a meal for Allie, there's always McDonald's (and she would be supremely happy, as a side benefit). But ya can't buy a bottle filled with formula at the drive-thru at Culver's.

Wash, line up, fill, shake, cap.

When is this child going to start eating food? Then I can start complaining about how I miss holding her and giving her bottles.

Last night, Allie took a long bath. How long? Long enough that her fingers, toes, and probably her head all had deep crevices instead of just bath wrinkles. About 45 minutes.

Her latest game in the bathtub is to lay back full-length, with her hair floating around her head. She likes to listen with her ears under water and have me pour cups of water on her tummy or legs.

She could and does lay (lie?) like this for at least half an hour without any desire to stir. This seems to supremely fit the definition of child. If I laid in the bathtub for a half an hour, I know I'd be thinking about projects at work or how the bathroom rug needed to be vacuumed (it really, really does, by the way) or about if we're really going to get 4-6 inches of snow and if Greg will be safe driving the freeway in that kind of weather.

Allie might be thinking about how she can't wait for Tuesday (when she has tumbling class, which she loves) or wondering when the weekend is coming again (she likes to sleep in until 8 as much as her parents), but I think that's about it.

After I finally got Allie out of the tub and in her jammies, I bathed Julia. Julia loves baths too. Last night, instead of resting on her slant-board with her legs splayed or with her feet up to her mouth (she's been chewing on her toes a lot lately), she actually stretched out her legs, crossed them, and rested them on the edge of her bathtub.

Freaked me out, it looked so grown up and non-babylike. She only held the position for about 30 seconds, however. Then she pulled her legs up and started trying to suck on the toes I had just covered with soap.

She doesn't seem to mind the taste of soap, by the way. Not that I'm admitting to anything.

Greg and I just had an argument over who did more work today. He said he made dinner, washed the dishes, and got groceries, so he had done all the housemaid work today. I reminded him that I washed and made bottles this morning and then I couldn't think of a lot more other than watching the kids all day.

Now I've had some time to think.

This morning, I did the bottles, but Greg made Allie breakfast. We both bathed one child. Greg made Allie's lunch. I watched the kids in the afternoon until 3, while I did three loads of laundry. Greg took Allie to the store and I fed Julia (again) and changed a poopy diaper. We both put groceries away. Greg made dinner, but when I was starting to clean up afterwards, he said he'd rather wash dishes than play "Sweetie and Mommy" with Allie. I eventually went upstairs and put away four loads of laundry (one was left from earlier in the week) and I got Allie in her pajamas. I think that makes us pretty even in work accomplished, because that was the point when we had our argument.

I said I wanted to blog and Greg said he deserved a break. While I've been downstairs blogging, he's had to change another poopy diaper (I believe). That makes us even more even.

I think today was a pretty typical Saturday as far as what we got done. So why were we arguing? Who knows.

Nine years ago tonight, my life changed forever. I'm not being dramatic; nine years ago tonight was the night I met Greg.

I worked with the husband of a couple and Greg worked with the wife and they set up that the four of us would go to a movie together. We saw "I.Q." with Meg Ryan and Timothy Robbins. It was an excellent first date movie; no embarrassing sex scenes and some funny scenes.

Afterwards, we went out to eat at Applebee's (there weren't many other restaurants in Decatur at that time). There was an awkward moment when I bought him a drink. I had chicken fingers and Greg ate riblets, I believe. We laughed. We laughed a lot. Greg and I discovered we were both English majors and we talked about skydiving (which I'd done a few months before).

Eventually, we went back to my condo and the four of us talked for another hour or two before the three of them left together. Greg and I shook hands and said maybe we would do it again sometime.

I very carefully waited until the following Tuesday (not Monday, too eager) and then called when I knew he wouldn't be home to leave a message thanking him for dinner. The rest is history.

We had a wonderful courtship and our early marriage was very romantic. Lots of lunches together and notes left on car windshields. We both miss those heady days.

But tonight, all four of us crawled onto our bed together for about 45 minutes, before the girls went to sleep, and giggled and played and talked. Times like that may seem pretty ordinary when they happen, but I think back to that first date and I know how extraordinary it is that we've found ourselves at this point.

Fate is a wonderful thing sometimes.

I love you, Gregory! I can't wait to know you for another 59 years or so.