Now I understand why tech support people told me "I don't know, lady. It just does that, sometimes." Could you try that one, Ginger?

On the upside, I see ND tonight and new Alter baby tomorrow. YAY!

That is a nice upside. Enjoy the city and the company.

{{Beth}} Breathing really is a good thing. Vibes for strength for the little girl and her family. That is really a tough one to go through.

In the spirit of needing new lipstick to match my fantabulous hair, I went to Origins. And got a full makeover. Spent an outrageous sum of money

Yay! The fantabulous hair pictures were quite lovely.

The boys and I tore down the living room ceiling. In less than 4 hours we moved furniture, rolled up the rug, removed all the furring strips, removed the panels trying not to get insulation bits and decades of dust and crap all over everything, preserved the decent boards for other projects and put aside the nasty ones for bonfires, removed the nails, swept and vacuumed up the mess, removed bunches of cobwebs, put the furniture and rug back, cleaned out the fireplace and put some pretty logs in it.

Then I took them out for dinner and ice cream because it was not so much a job I could do alone. Also, my son Brendon has decided that there is a downside to being real tall. Too many of the things on my list are above my height.

This morning she wanted me to diagnose across 500 miles why her printer kept saying "cover open."

Snerk. This reminds me that I need to give some thought to tales of support for MM. I know there are bunches I have buried in my memory banks.

Such a world of ~ma to both wee sisters, beth.

I was lurking for a lot of this afternoon but all the baby and child peril and SIDS talk (and I realize there wasn't even that much of it really) got me all freaked out and I had to first go and check Matilda in mid-nap to make sure she was still breathing, and then just go not read for a bit. I hate the heart-all-naked part of parenthood.

Happy Birthday, Zenkitty, and I hope it's been (or soon will be) cakealicious!

Suzi, are you still around? It turns out that Matilda and I may actually be able to make at least the beginning of the brunch tomorrow after all. Could you possibly send your street address to my profile addy?

Spent the day dress shopping with my sister and mom. The dress my sister fell in love with is BEE-YOO-TEE-FULL. She has, under my advice, switched from the extreme of being a barefoot, sundress clad, on the beach with no party bride to a full-out, no holds barred, cathedral length veil and tiara, meringue of a dress princess bride. And the dress today fits that perfectly. [link] This is the dress. And gods is it gorgeous on her.

Sadly, we found no dress for the Empress-of-honor and her consorts, but we will keep shopping.

Good hunting, Aimee.

Owen pulled a runner today. We were at a birthday party for three hours, with no trouble--I took the kids by myself. Just as I was getting ready to leave and putting Olivia and the diaper bag in the car, Owen (whom I thought was safely in the house) got out the back door and was in the MIDDLE OF A BUSY STREET before anyone could stop him. I ran down the sidewalk screaming "OWEN NO!" like a banshee with Olivia on my hip and ran out without thinking to get him. I dragged him to the sidewalk by the arm and collapsed in tears.

Other than that, the party was really fun.

I need to make an appointment to get the gray colored again.

Awww, man.

I think you should also get a massage, a facial, a spa mani/pedi, and all new clothes.

And a nanny. (Er..which is NOT to imply you aren't like, one of the best moms I know, cause you totally are. Just saying damn, you need a break.)

(Er..which is NOT to imply you aren't like, one of the best moms I know, cause you totally are. Just saying damn, you need a break.)

Heh. Both our friends asked me if I wanted to stay and have a drink. As in a shot.

Yeah, I could use a spa day. But then I don't know a woman who can't!

Fake food currently weirding me out: [link]

I generally try to stick to real food, but there are a few frozen fake things that are just so easy that I end up using them when I'm in a rush. So I can't quite make fun of that. But I can boggle.

Poor you, Cashmere. We had a moment ourselves today when Isaac went running ahead of me and Frances. "Slow down Isaac!" I yelled. Frances decided to add her two cents: "Stop Iyak or you mi-ight fall down!" At which point, Isaac tripped and fell and bonked his nose on a rock.

He barely paused to cry about it. But he was better behaved for the next, oh, 15 minutes.

And then we saw baby turtles! That was cool.