I'm ok; a cold never bothered me. My husband is a different story. He's why I go off on antivaxxers and refuse to see my inlaws when they have "allergies." He's got a compromised immune system, he always will and the next few years are going to be hell on him.

I told my husband that we can expect to live like this for the next four or five years thanks to school. He started researching secluded farms that still get high speed internet and FedEx deliveries.

I've got your back on this one. My daughter started preschool in January and we've had precisely one Saturday where she wasn't sick. Because my husband is on immunosuppressants, I'm hyper vigilant. We've been in and out of the doctor's office so much, he may as well just pencil us in for Wednesdays at 9:45.

They are big in Belgium, and they're big in my heart.

I'm thrilled that my city's flavor of Kroger has it on sale for two-for-four-bucks most of the time. If it ever hit Costco? I'd die of freakin' joy.

Noosa is the goddamned BOMB. My toddler demands it by name, and we eat so much of it that we should just buy a share of the company.

My father-in-law had a stroke of genius when Kid Atom was wee. He sorted through our Flickrs and his own photos to make a photo book. It was a smash, even when she was a few months old. She will look at those books for hours and narrate the story of the teeny baby who grew up to be Kid Atom, Big Girl!

... how did you go back in time and get the male twin of my two-year-old? Cheese? Selfies? Knitting? ARE YOU ME?!

Trust me, this shit is already happening. My last company was notorious for firing pregnant women right before they went on leave, or just after they returned. Until it happened to me, it was really easy for me to delude myself into thinking that the women brought it on themselves somehow.

I'm the person who scopes out the flight weeks in advance, checking on message boards to see just how big the seats are. I've been known to crash diet before flying just to have a better shot at cramming my ass into the allotted space. I'm almost to the point of buying two seats, because I just don't want the…

Same here. I have the Sheepy Time Knits rainbow mini skein kit for just this purpose.

One of my goals for 2014 (besides logging my stash and joining the pre-process knitters group) is to knit more for myself. I neeeeeed some nice mitts.

OooooOOOoooh. I have some of their extra fine merino DK. I have no idea how it ended up in my stash, but it's lovely.

ToddlerAtom inherited my invisi-brows. I caught Mr. Atom drawing brows on her one day when she was about two months old. My mom would send me pictures of her friends' grandbabies with "regular eyebrows." Strangers would comment on it. Her godfather called her "Whoopie." It was the damnedest thing for people to focus…

MadTosh Pashmina?

I'm allergic to all camelids, which is normally not a big deal, but I'm a knitter and people insist on giving me alpaca/silk blend yarn as gifts. Bless them, but I hate having hand hives!

Geese are evil sumbitches. My grandmother called roasting the Christmas goose "pay back."

The toddler starts preschool in January. I, Claudius is all queued up.

What pissed me off was his lumping day-to-day domestic drudgery in the same category as knitting, Martha Stewart, and those be-chandelier-ed laundry rooms on Pintrest.

Mr. Atom claims that I look the happiest when I'm nursing the kid. Resting bitch face disappears and everything.