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Laura made a cheesecake yesterday. Some of the cheesecake dripped out of the pan on to the bottom of the oven.

Later in the evening, we cooked some french fries and chicken nuggets — at 450 degrees. This was enough to set the gunk at the bottom of the oven aflame. Smoke began billowing out and you could see fire through the door. Ovens are meant to handle things like high heat, so of course Laura did the right thing by leaving it closed and turning off the oven.

Moments later, Marie burst into tears and ran from the kitchen. She said she was afraid that it was going to burn her. What a sad and precious moment! We have talked a lot about fire and the fire department over the last 24 hours.

Brian can say his name! It has a couple more syllables than Brian, but it’s definitely Brian. You can point to him in a picture or point to him and ask “who is that?” and he’ll say it.

Tonight at dinner, Marie had some water in a regular cup (not a sippy cup). She does a good job lately of not spilling. We had a bunch of stuff for dinner. She requested pizza and brussels sprouts. I was ok with that, but Peter was completely horrified. Especially since I made him eat 5 (of the tiniest ones!). So, we had pizza and brussels sprouts and the adults had taco salad. For added fun I put a tiny little pile of shredded cheese on the kids’ plates. You’ll never guess where Marie’s cheese ended up. In her cup of ice water. Oh yes, on purpose. She was proud of her water with cheese in it. I didn’t see her ever take a drink out of the cup after that, but she did fish out the cheese and eat it. GROSS!!!

For a while now, Brian has been saying “lah-lo” for water. Yesterday when we had pizza for dinner, he kept yelling “peeba!”

Yucky! I am sick. Peter is sick too, but he’s in California. Brian is not as sick as us, but still a little bit sick. Marie is feeling fine and has been really wonderful all day long, indulging my need to nap, sit on the sofa, drink gatorade, eat chicken noodle soup and watch lots of tv. As of right now (5:45 pm) I’m feeling like I might live. Ugh.

It appears that humans don’t digest kiwi seeds.

Well, I was about to write about broccoli the other day when Marie came by and wanted to get on the computer, but it was time to go upstairs so instead of making her wait while I used the computer and then tell her she couldn’t, I just tried to close what I was doing and I guess I hit enter and posted a story with no story. Anyway, here’s what happened with the broccoli:

I was getting stuff out to cut up veggies that were going to be for dinner. We had just had lunch, including a cookie with lots of frosting for dessert. Marie came by and saw the broccoli on the counter and gasped “we forgot to have broccoli!” and reached for it and tore off a big hunk. What am I going to say, no you can’t eat that broccoli, it’s for dinner? So I let her have some. She munched it and then went away happy.