broken

My husband has a boken nose.
My son has croup.
We are a sad, sad family today.
My husband is a break dance fighter or "capoerista", and spends three days a week dangerously close to people's flying feet and fists.

And sometimes that flying danger gets nose-breakingly close.



My son apparently is the kind of 2 year old that gets croup.
This is the 3rd time he's had it and it's a snotty heartbreak.


Me, I haven't broken anything except my all-time-blog-posts record: 3 entries.
That's the most posts I've ever written.
And based on my sample size of one, I have outposted myself on 100% of all my blogs.

On another note, I have a different color of my previously mentioned turkish goodness.
I'm going to knit this:


From this:


With this:


For my mother.
(who shall remain link- and picture-less...for the time being)