Let chaos reign. Both Fraser and Hammie have colds, yet again, which means the snot and the tears are flowing freely in our house. Fraser caught the cold first, God only knows where, and considering his new obsession with kissing Hammie when Hammie is upset (otherwise known as surreptitiously wiping his nose on Hammie's head) it's no wonder Hammie got sick shortly after Fraser. As you can see from the picture below, Hammie doesn't always appreciate Fraser's loving nature, maybe for snot related reasons.

The good news is that although Fraser is still very attached to Andy he will now accept comfort from me if Andy isn't available instead of just hurling himself to the ground like a wounded hippo. The bad news is that as a result of his new "Now accepting love from Mommy" policy, Fraser seems to have suddenly noticed that my lap is frequently occupied with the eating or snoozing Hammie, and Fraser is none too thrilled at this turn of events. He has smacked Hammie a few times, leading to more tears and snot by both parties, and has also started simply standing in front of me, crying hysterically and pointing at Hammie like "I need love and that THING is always in the way!" Don't get me wrong, I do feel badly for Fraser, but it's tough to feel too sorry for him when I have a splitting headache and he's constantly screaming in my face. (The same goes for Hammie actually). Luckily for Fraser he's still ridiculously cute on most days, which helps explain why I haven't yet locked him outside with the dogs when he's driving me nuts.

In addition to his cold Hammie has a roaring case of cradle cap. Pretty much his entire scalp is covered with little white scales so he looks like some sort of little molting dinosaur. I oiled his head today with the special cradle cap shampoo to loosen his scales, so now he looks like a little molting guido dinosaur. Very attractive.

So, basically, things here are very moist. They are also crazy most of the time, as evidenced by the fact that when I publish this entry the post time will be the time I started typing this, and I am finishing this paragraph at precisely 5:20 p.m., and I'm feeling pretty proud of myself for finishing it at all.