I'm not kidding- I honestly thank God I didn't go to Netroots Nation.

All day Thursday my five year old was whining and complaining that her leg hurt.  Then at dinnertime she didn't eat anything, and went from whining to moaning and whimpering.  I took her temperature, and it was 102.6.  I gave her tylenol, and took her temperature a little later- 104.2.

While I was talking with my husband about maybe taking Ali to the emergency room, Ali was in my arms and listening.  My husband didn't understand why a high and getting higher temperature was something to worry about- I told him seizures and brain damage were possible.  Then Ali said "maybe if my fever doesn't go down and I get stupid you'll still love me and you'll still take care of me."

I've just canceled my plane ticket and listed my registration as available for purchase ($175- what a deal!)

Yearly Kos in Chicago was one of the high lights of my life- I'm not kidding.  Listening to smart people talk is one of my favorite things to do- I was in heaven.  I've been looking forward to this year's convention since I was in Chicago and I'm so upset about not going I'm sitting here crying.  

Before I was just sad and frustrated- now I'm actually crying.

You know, we have not had a good James Dobson rant in a while. Thanks for the diary, TGFAA! -Elisa

I didn't really say that.  I said "my son has a vagina and James Dobson can kiss my fat ass."  OK- I didn't say that either. I don't think it's true, and it seemed argumentative.

Anyway, I was at Open Gym, which is a great program in my town- for $30 you get five months of indoor play in the gym at the local recreation center, and the kids run around and ride tricycles and drive little play cars and fire trucks and throw themselves around on gym mats and it's a blast.  Yesterday I ran into a mom whose kids I watch each week while she's at bible study, and she pointed out to me that my daughter is a bit of a tomboy.  And she said she was too, but she grew out of it.

Then I shared how my daughter (who's four and a half) refuses to wear girls underpants, so I let her wear boys underpants.  I said there's nothing I can do.  She said "Oh yes there is- talk to your pediatrician!  Take her to a child psychologist!  And have you read James Dobson?"