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We are all sick. Again! The line to provide sympathy forms at the left, and the line of people headed for the exit due to being tired of hearing me complain about this starts on the right. Don’t all rush for the door at once! Please, one at a time. I am sad to tell you that it is noon and both Ellie and I are still in our pajamas. Although many wonderful people reassured me on Facebook yesterday that this constant parade of germs through our house is normal for people with a small child at home, I have decided I have had enough! I am going out once Ellie is up from her nap (and we are both dressed and I have washed her crusty, crusty face) to find a health food store and then I am going to buy Zinc and Oil of Oregano and Vitamin C, because I have had enough of this, and come hell or placebo effect, we are going to be healthy this winter. I’m sure even my PhD-in-Chemistry, natural-medicine-skeptical brother supports this plan, if only because he would like to stop getting emails from me saying, “This package of zinc lozenges says they’re antibacterial — will they get rid of my cold?” and then having to send emails back, patiently saying, “No, colds are viruses, you big dummy.” (Note: he never SAYS that last part, but I’m sure he thinks it.)

I’m always amazed at how much Ellie understands about what we say or do. We have a scale at home, and from time to time Mike will pop onto it with her in his arms, to see if she has gained any weight or, as we did this weekend after she cried all the way home from Sarnia, see if she finally weighs enough to have her carseat turned around. (She does not.) This morning she followed me into the bathroom, pressed the button to activate the scale, and then stood on top. I … well, this is not good. The scale is going away now. I mean, I know she doesn’t really understand yet what it’s for, but I don’t really want her growing up with an understanding of being weighed anywhere other than the doctor’s office. This may be one of those naive things parents say when they don’t really know any better, and I may change my mind later on, but for now it’s something that is important to me. My relationship with food and my own weight is a little fraught, and it’s a legacy I don’t want to inadvertently hand down to Ellie. I know I’m fighting against a lot of different factors here, and I could expound at great length about those factors — and maybe I will on some other day when I haven’t taken a lot of Sudafed — and maybe I’ll discover later on that I’m powerless against those factors, but as a feminist and as a mother I feel very strongly about doing whatever I can to make sure she loves food and loves herself and her tiny perfect body.