Cereal...

Threats of legal action and advice from the EHRC - apparently this works. Having said two days ago that there were to be no further negotiations over this, El Al called us just now. We're three rows back from the entrance to the plane and three rows ahead of the toilet.

We're sitting here going HUH?

Edit: This means we won. Everyone I tell about this is getting confused. So to clarify, we won.

Yay, Seska! I'm glad the EHRC was able to get some good results for you.

Smonster, I really like the hair!

Stephanie, I'm glad you were able to offer the two women a nice dinner with someone who they could talk to.

Trudy, if they're smoking during sex, they need more lube. If you're smelling fresh smoke, I would imagine they're in the post-activity relaxation period, and you could knock on the door and say, "Smoke, wtf?" without learning more than you wanted about their preferred position(s).

Thus endeth the meara-nation. (Although, not the Meara Nation, because that would be nifty and, if the US fragments, should be considered for whatever the Pac. NW turns into.)

Stepheanie, I hope Frisco relaxed and went back to sleep, at some point. That wasn't five minutes before you have to wake him up for your daily routine. And I hope he gets over his cough soon, if it isn't more than a passing throat tickle.

Yay, Seska, for winning over El Al!

Also, Trudy, I think Calli might have a good idea there.

Dylan slept in his big-boy-bed last night. I got a little sniffly.

(It went suspiciously well. He didn't make any kind of fuss about getting in bed to read stories, and after we were done I tucked him in with a book and left*. I came back in 5 minutes later to turn out the lights, and then he went to sleep and woke up at a normal time this morning in a great mood. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I'm terrified the other shoe is about to drop somehow!)

*He likes to "read" to himself in bed at night. Not that he can read words yet, but he's got most of his favorite books memorized and can recite them and turn the pages. It is exactly as adorable as it sounds.

Seska, yay!

trudy: just bust in with a fire extinguisher next time you smell it, all freaked out, and scream something about calling 911 for the smoke. maybe spray down the smokey gf if need be.

I like this option.

Aww, I remember Brendon pretending to read his memorized books. Verra cute.

There was more, but I have to do actual work this morning.

UKers go loopy every time we see a single snowflake. [link]

It's still fun to see it outside the window!

Grammar edit. After last night's discussion, I feel I should get tense agreement right.

Jessica, I don't know whether I'm dying of envy over the peaceful big-boy bed sleep or just dying of the adorable from the almost-reading. Either way, DED.

And yay, Seska! It shouldn't have been that much of a fight, but huge hoorays for winning it!

way-too-white-for-my-taste Walnut Creek

I grew up there, and you are... not wrong. There's a reason I schlepped my ass out of bed at 5 AM every day of high school to commute to San Francisco.

I'd be on the roaring-vengeance-with-an-extinguisher team myself, Trudy, but then I'm actually allergic, all wheezing and red-eyed and tubercular (actually, any smoke at all; I can't even sit close to a campfire, I'm so pathetic), and it's bad enough to go out to a bar and have some random asshole inflict hir contempt for the smoking ban on me, but there's no way I'd tolerate that misery in my own home. Though, even if you're not allergic, it's on the lease and it's incredibly rude.

Jessica, I don't know whether I'm dying of envy over the peaceful big-boy bed sleep or just dying of the adorable from the almost-reading. Either way, DED.

that's something I've been wondering, have things improved with Matilda's sleeping patterns? (And, equally to the point, with yours?)

After about an hour of playing with his train and having some cereal, Frisco consented to being taken back to bed. He still coughed a lot so I'm taking him to the doctor this afternoon. He doesn't seem sick, except for the coughing at night.

Well, bt, we're all sleeping, but mostly because we have completely given up. She sleeps in our bed, between us; about once a week, one of us will move her to her own bed after she's dropped off, but she always wakes up sobbing as soon as that sleep cycle ends, so we take her back into our bed because otherwise it'll escalate to shrieks and howls. But at least with her in the bed we're all getting a minimum of six unbroken hours, which is much needed.

She does like to pretend to sleep in her bed during the day, and when we wake her too early on get-up-and-go mornings she'll weep, "I want to go back to bed!" and promptly crawl into her own bed and pull the covers over her head. But, at night, it's all about the big bed. Shrug. We'll try again in a few months.