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looky looky!!

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I gave myself a blog makeover.

Because it was time.

So what do you think?  (Is my sidebar confusing?  Because it kind of confuses me.  But I'm used to looking at the old one, so it could just be a matter of perspective?)

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In other news:

Number Four has RSV.

Actual, diagnosed, the real thing, RSV.

You know how I mentioned the kids were sick and how grateful I was for modern medicine?  Yeah, well, that was all RSV.  It's just that Number Four has decided NOT to get over it.

We had to take her back to the ER again last night.  Because paying ER bills is the number one thing on my "I SO MUCH LOVE TO PAY" list.  But when your toddler is struggling to breath you really don't question it.

And now we know: RSV.

Yay.

Comments

Barbaloot said…
I'm liking the new layout---and I'm not confused. So sorry your baby is sick!!
16.1.10
missOlea said…
Hi! I've been blog stalking you for a couple of months, and I had to comment to ask: What the heck is RSV? I could google it, but I'm a bit of a hypochondriac, and I don't want to get onto a website that will give me ideas...
16.1.10
Cynthia said…
Oh man! I'm so sorry about the RSV thing. We went through that once too and it was so hard. Our 4 year old twins had it at the same time and shared a hospital room for 4 days. Of course, they always have to do everything together!

Side note: So excited you're going to CBC! I'll be there too. Lots of good stuff is planned, it's going to be awesome!
16.1.10
Wonder Woman said…
Totally love the makeover. Totally hate the RSV. Is NO FUN. I am so sorry.
16.1.10
Jenny P. said…
Love the new look... and I too, HATE RSV. My littlest had it and it was totally miserable. Hope it's short lived from here on out!
16.1.10
Emmy said…
I like the new layout. I know what you mean, it is always a little weird when you first change it. But it seriously looks great.
Were did you get the template from?

Hope number 4 gets better soon!
16.1.10
Caroline C. Bingham said…
nope, not confused at all.
16.1.10
melissabastow said…
missOlea: RSV stands for Respiratory Syncytial Virus. It's basically a really long really bad respiratory virus. My baby has reactive airway disease, which makes things especially ugly.

Cynthia: I'll see you at CBC! WHOOOOOO!!!

Emmy: No template, I made it!! (am now sticking gold star to own forehead.)
16.1.10
Rachel Sue said…
The makeover is great. If you ever got bored and wanted to do one for me. . .

RSV stinks. Stinks, stinks, stinks. We had it last winter. I am so sorry. I hope she gets over it soon.
17.1.10
Heather said…
I'm sorry your kiddo is sick. But at least your blog is cute! Right?!
18.1.10
Claire said…
Your new blog layout is brilliant!! LOve it!

I'm glad you at least have a diagnosis... Hope things get better.
19.1.10
Alison Wonderland said…
Lovely (although I was kind of a fan of the pig) you definitely deserve a gold star.
21.1.10
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