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Friday Dust Mite Blogging: The Rest of the Story

Have you ever heard of Friday cat blogging? Various political weblogs have a tradition of posting photographs of their cats on Friday, as described in this New York Times article.

We, of course, have cats (who look eerily like those of Atrios, except less intelligent), but David thought he would pioneer Friday Dust Mite Blogging. And, indeed, if you look at his weblog, you will see pictures of Dust Mite for the last few Fridays.

Who or what, you may wonder, is Dust Mite?

Dust Mite is pretty much a member of the family since this past Christmas. It was one of a collection of giant microbes sent to Russell by Grandpa George. The giant germs have been a huge hit with the whole family: they can be carted around the house easily, they can ride on Brio trains, they can climb through the dollhouse, they can be dressed in the Groovy Girls doll clothes... the possibilities are endless.

But Dust Mite is the most beloved of all the giant microbes. His/her/its winsome expression, long nose, and multiple legs give him/her/it a particular charm, and Silas is in love. He brings Dust Mite everywhere, even to bed. "Way-er Dut Mite?" is a frequently heard question in our house, or "Way-er my ammal?" (animal). One morning I was gushing at him, "I love you, Silas," when I added (uncharacteristically, I swear), "Do you love me?" In his typical gruff way, he answered, "Yuh." Then, after a little pause, he added in a heartfelt tone, "I love Dust Mite."

With all that said, here is possibly my one and only Friday Dust Mite Blogging picture, along with a cute picture of Silas just for kicks. The Dust Mite is in a nest prepared primarily by Russell, with help from Silas and some of Russell's preschool buddies.



In our house, the most popular giant germ is Blackie, a.k.a. the bubonic plague germ. However, Sam is less affectionate than Silas towards our germy friends; he thinks the germs are great because they're perfect for throwing, and soft enough to throw with parental approval.


Beth Reid (Diamond) Fri Mar 4 10:47:55 2005

Well, our germs do get chucked around some too, especially Potato Head (Russell's name for Sore Throat). I take the basketball approach myself when putting them away.

How old is Sam now? I've lost track. Do you have a weblog? As you can see, I only update erratically, but I'm hoping to be better now that the worst of the viral season has passed (knock on wood). There was a time there when I was getting tempted to haul out the pins and use the Flu and Common Cold as voodoo dolls.

Julie Mon Mar 7 00:16:18 2005