That is a pretty scary thing tohave happen, Pix.

Swift healing wishes for Grace.

Yay for tubeless Grace! I hope the healing and adjustment go smoothly.

I was the first baby among my parents' friends, and they took me to parties and card games and left me on the bed where people were leaving their coats, with a barricade of coats to keep me on the bed. According to my mother, everyone wanted to see the baby, so I was checked on about every 5 minutes. I basked in the attention.

So yesterday...

Me: I followed the instructions I received in the mail to access my account, but all I get is a white screen that says, “Accessing your information. Please wait.”

Customer Service: You should try again.

Me: I did try again.

CS: Your computer must be slow or you’ve used all your memory.

Me: I don’t think that can be the prob…

CS: Try this URL. Service dot. That’s S-E-R. [She painfully spells out the URL given in the instructions, which was what I was using.]

CS: Give me your ID and password. [I spell it out for her again.] It works fine for me. It must be your computer.

[A thought occurs to me that should have occurred earlier.]

Me: Does the site support Chrome?

CS: Does it say that Chrome isn’t supported? [The site is mute on this subject.]

Me: Perhaps I should try another browser.

CS (snippily): Yes, why don’t you try another browser. [I really miss the ability to hang up loudly.]

Using IE, after telling it for the thousandth time that I don’t want it to be my default browser, I get “Accessing your information. Please wait.” I try again and get, “You information cannot be accessed at this time.” After one more try, I’m finally into a website that works about as well as you’d expect.

This is why I was kept up half the night by a crick in my neck.

Oy vey.

Timelies all!

The crib is here, and Gary and my dad are assembling it.

Yay, crib!

Overheard last night at the restaurant. Three generations of guys had come in and were discussing things. They got on to movies, then to James Bond, then debated who was better, Daniel Craig or Sean Connery. Roger Moore was determined to be the worst. One of the middle-range age of guys said he liked Roger Moore better than Sean Connery. A gasp of horror went around the table.

Other middle-range guy: Roger Moore over Sean Connery?? That's--that's like--

Oldest guy: Like liking Roy Rogers over John Wayne. (noises of agreement)

They went on to discuss which of John Wayne's movies were the best.

I'd accept that analogy, Connie.

Sheryl, has TLG been sleeping in the traditional bureau drawer till the crib arrived? We had a borrowed bassinet for StE, which he hated. He much better liked the wide open spaces of the crib. StY, on the other hand, wanted to be swaddled tight and tucked in close with blanket rolls. True personality indicators.

Beverley,

No, we have a pack-n-play Gary's dad got for us when we got back to Maryland.

That was very nice of him. I didn't really expect you guys to use a bureau drawer. It's just the cliche image from old movies and tv.

M slept in a sock drawer for his first 2 nights, since the baby furniture delivery people messed up and didn't deliver anything on time.

We have my old crib that my Grandpa made for me, so we're okay for the first few months, at least.