The Crud

GAH! I hate being sick, and every time the kids get sick I get sick. Maybe it's the, ahem, few extra pounds, maybe it's the close proximity to the kids, I don't know, but I hate it! Little B got sick on Wednesday night, throwing up. That's fine, he acted okay except for that bit. And at least he slept through the night. Little J, on the other hand, got sick on Thursday night... And fricken' threw up all fricken' night long! I got sick that night as well, so Poor Hubby had to do most of the work with the girl. We finally got to the point of just turning the blanket around to a mostly dry side, or folding it in half! We had no choice, the little stinker went through my entire blanket collection. In one night. Sigh. And poor me. I had it at both ends. I suppose that's a so to speak! Anyway, I finally got to eat yesterday and I feel a bit better now. I weighed myself that first day and I had lost 5 pounds of water weight overnight! Scary! But we seem to be on the mend now.

Okay, so now that I have grossed you all out, I suppose I should tell you about something more pleasant. But the only thing I've got at the moment is: I think I'm gonna fail my next anatomy test. Sigh. It's the nerves and brain, eyes and ears... And it's a bitch. On top of that Thurs-Sat were basically non-study days when I had expected them to be big study days! So I will do what I can tonight and tomorrow. Oh, and Hubby's best friend is in town. They've been safely in Northern Cal the last few days. But they get back today, so the chances of massive study time the next two days? I'll let you decide.

So, yeah, I guess we will see!

handedness

My daughter is lefthanded. I just assumed that she was because her paternal Grandmother is. Alas, this is not so. Well, more accurately, it is not soley why. In Anatomy today we were discussing the brain and it's associated parts; part of the discussion was about how information crosses from one hand to the opposite side of the brain, as well as, the parts of the brain that control fine motor actions (like writing). All of this led me to ask the question: "Why are some left-handed and some, right?" Apparently it goes something like this...

We are all genetically prediposed to a handedness, either left or right; we are hardwired to use one side more easily and unconciously then the other. The left genetic dispostion is a recessive trait, meaning that both mom and dad have to possess the gene. As little J is left handed, that means that her daddy got it from his mommy and I got it from...? I'm guess Dad, as he tends to be rather ambidextrose.

So, how cool is that? Not only is she blond with blue eyes, but she's a lefty too! She really is special. Though, please, what ever you do, don't tell her that! She already likes herself plenty:)