So I’ll admit that by the end of my reception, I found my dress to be just a tiny bit heavy to lug around, but not bad or anything and it was only at the very end that it was even a bit uncomfortable, so totally worth it.  Because I loved my dress.

But this?

That’s not a wedding dress.  It’s a torture device.

And it’s ugly to boot.  I think it ate her!

Why would any woman do that to herself?  Ugh.

O_o

Earlier, when it was still daytime and not long after I should have gone to bed, Munchkin brought her alphabet magnets over from the fridge one by one to be identified.  It went like this:

Munchkin: I find letter R.

Me: No, sweetie, that’s actually a letter B.  B is for boy.  And ball.

Munchkin: I find letter.

Me: That’s an H.  H is for hat.

Munchkin: I wear hat on my head! Where’s my hat?

and a moment later…

Munchkin: I find letter R.

Me: That’s right!  R is for Rain.

Munchkin: Tut tut, looks like rain. Where’s my umbrella?

and an umbrella plus a few other letters later…

Munckin: I find letter.

Me: That’s a U.  U is for umbrella.  And underwear.

Munchkin: I wear underwear on my BUM!

She’s right.  My big girl wears underwear now.  And what’s more, she’s had no accidents today or yesterday or the day before.  The day before that is best not spoken of.

She’s actually been without a diaper for quite a bit of the last few weeks, but just when we’ve been at home and when we’ve been letting her run around nude - it’s been a bit hot.  Three days ago was the first day she’s actually worn clothing without a diaper - thus the confusion on that day which resulted in a bit of a mess - but now she’s got the hang of it quite well.

I think she’d have been potty trained quite a bit earlier if not for the disruption of the new baby,  but I’m actually glad that it took this long.  She did it when she was really ready, and if we’d pushed it before, I’m sure there would have been many more accidents.  Also, I’ll admit, diapers have just plain been easier for me.  She can wait a bit for a diaper change if I’m in the middle of something when she needs one.  On the other hand, she can’t wait so well when she needs to use the bathroom, and she’s still too little to take herself, so I feel I have to drop whatever I’m doing and rush.  And she has a great talent for needing to go right as I’m getting my sweet baby boy down for a nap.  This has resulted him not going down when he needed to (he wakes up all the way when I put him down to help her, and then usually I can’t get him back to sleep again for a long time) and the poor boy has been quite cranky from lack of good sleep during the day.

We have’t tried underwear out of the house yet though - at least not any farther than our backyard or the park right behind us - and I’m quite nervous about that.  Munchkin has had a bad cold or a mild flu, and so we’ve been staying away from other kids so as not to spread the germs.  The thought of public restrooms are bad enough, but what about where there is none?  The park we usually go to is a bit of a walk from home, and there are no bathrooms there (the one behind us is very small and usually no other kids are there).  Is she going to be able to wait until we get home?  And what about when we go for long walks?

Looking back at what I’ve just written, I’m a little horrified by how many words I just devoted to potty training.  Even worse - how much discussion and praise and angst there’s been in my household due to it lately!  I’m so proud of my big girl, but oh my, does it ever take over everything.

And if I hadn’t crossed over before, I think this puts me over the edge, and this is officially one of those bogs.
In other news, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in ages, thanks to certain sick kids who aren’t sleeping well either.  I really should be in bed now.  But Angel is on, and it’s the one from the last season where they go to Italy to save Buffy from the Immortal… and… and… I love that one.  Oooh, it’s the part where Illeria pretends to be Fred now for Fred’s parents.  That was a bit hearbreaking the first time I saw it. How am I supposed to go to bed before it’s over?

It’s called self control and will power or responsibility.  Whatever it is, I guess I lack it, because I’m still watching.

From the description and other bits, does anyone else think the Immortal is supposed to be Duncan McLeod?  Sort of a joke or homage or something?  I can’t remember if it was a hundred and fifty years or not, but McLeod did spend some time in a Tibetan Monestary, didn’t he?  It’s been ages since I’ve seen Highlander, and my memory is terrible.

Hee.  Now Angel just said “I’m not riding on the back,” and Spike said, “he’s getting away!”  and the look on Angel’s face when he does climb on behind Spike.  I love this show!  Stupid, idiotic network for canceling it.

For a long time I’ve wondered how AOL manages to keep customers when they charge so much more than other providers. Now I know it’s at least partly because they make it so much of a hastle to cancel an account that some people might find it worthwhile just to keep paying in order to avoid the hastle. You can hear one man’s attempts to leave here. Or you can read a partial transcript of the call here.

Talk about bad service.

My favorite bit from the comments on the first link:

“An AOL account is like herpes. Once you’ve got it, you’ve got it for life.”

Soooo glad we never had an account with them.

Hmmm… I tried to play the video that goes along with the news article in the second link, but in order to play video on MSNBC I need to download some free software. That software consists of IE 6. I think not.

Four months or so after the problem started, three months after I became aware of it, and three days past the final deadline I gave myself and one line of code fixed later (and the problem was exactly what I thought it was) comments are finally working again.

And yes, I suck.

Comment away, anyone who is still here.

It’s possible that I’m a bit of a late bloomer. I’ve flirted with it before. I’ve almost taken the step only to hesitate at the last minute and change my mind. But tonight at long last I’ve lost my Ebay virginity.

I got two Winnie the Pooh DVDs - The Many Advetures of Winnie the Pooh and Piglet’s Big Movie - for ninety-nine cents each (US) plus about eight dollars in shipping between them.

Did I do good?

Oh dear. Oh HELP!

I’m stuck in Dvorak and I can’t get out.

What happened is this.  A few weeks ago, I tried to change my keyboard from QWERTY to Dvorak because I’m a dork and I thought it would be fun to see if I could teach myself to type like that.  Only I couldn’t get it to work.  It was very annoying - I’d set it to Dvorak and click “okay,” then try to type and find I was still in QWERTY.  So I’d go back to the settings and find that the keyboard was still set to QWERTY.  No matter how many times I tried to change it, it just wouldn’t stick.

So fast forward to now.  I was typing a comment on livejournal just a few minutes ago, and right in the middle of it, my keyboard just randomly changed itself to Dvorak.  Except it’s only when I’m trying to type something in Firfox - anywhere in Firfox, it seems, a text box or the search box or the address bar.  But now I’m typing in notepad, and it works in QWERTY.  I also just checked my settings, and it claims the keyboard is still set to QWERTY.

I typed the first two lines of this (ending with “I can’t get out.”) with this Dvorak layout diagram open in the top half of my screen and the window I was typing in open in the bottom before switching to notepad and the current copy and paste plan.  It took forever.  This isn’t so much fun any more.

Does anyone have any idea as to what could be going on?

My computer is insane.

After baby Sean was born, I posted an “I guess no one reads this” note here becasue I got tons of comments on livejournal and none here.

Then a few days later I checked my email and discovered that actually people do read here and the reason no one is commenting is because comments are in fact broken. Oops.

I should have emailed everyone who let me know a “thank you” right away.  But I’d thought I’d fix it first and email out an “it’s fixed” note along with the “thank you.”  Only I never got around to fixing it, and here it is three months later and the only person whose gotten a response from me so far is Kellyne because she’s extra special

Oh and I’m way behind on email in general too.  I need to get better about that because I love getting email and for some reason people don’t like emailing someone who never writes back.  Fancy that, I wonder why

But so yes, I am aware that comments are broken, and thank you everyone who emailed me to let me know.  I’ve set myself a deadline of this weekend to go back throgh my old email and thank everyone.  And then I might actually fix the problem!

I think it’s pretty simple.  I’m still getting plenty of comment spam, just not comments from individuals, so I think I just messed up the comment form when I tried to fix my layout so it would work properly in Internet Explorer back in Februrary.

Three months, and probably all I need to do is fix one filename in form.  I’m pathetic.  I really, really suck extremely hard.

Sorry about that.

In other news, the “register” link on this site actually serves a purpose now.  I’ve been posting some stuff over on LJ that I haven’t posted here beause I can friendslock it there.  So ages ago - back in February again - I installed a plugin which makes it so I can post stuff here that only registered users can see.  The only problem is that so far no one can see anything because there aren’t any registered users as I haven’t actually told anyone about it.  Right now registration is open.  If you do register, please fill out the profile information so I know who you are.  The hidden entries - there are a couple already - are mostly just pics of my kids.

So yeah.  Sorry about that.  Go register.  And if you want to comment on anything before I get around to fixing it, my livejournal is here.

You can add “toaster oven” to the list of appliances that have tried to kill us.  I didn’t see it, but M tells me it died with a rather spectacular shower of sparks inside it.  Not quite as scary as when our dryer tried to burn the house down a few months ago, bit still.

It was a Black and Decker.  We went with a big name brand for this after our last one only lasted about eighteen months.  We thought that was just what we got when we went cheap, but I guess it’s just what we get no matter what.

My parents have had the same toaster oven for twenty years now.  It’s been in pretty much constant use for those twenty years - they use it several times a day - but it still works.  Two decades!  And I can’t even get one to last two years.  I guess it’s true that they just don’t make things like they used to.
At least this one is less than a year old so still under waranty.  They’re sending us a new one.

In other news, I dropped the lemon juicer on the floor this morning when unloading the dishwasher and suddenly there was broken glass all over.  Are we under some sort of curse or something.

We walked to the first local farmer’s market of the season this evenening.  It’s a weekly one open every Thursday from five to eight, and I used to love walking to them, but I missed most of them last year because I was too sick and miserable to go.

Now my feet ache from walking and my back aches from carrying Sean and there wasn’t even any fruit there because it’s still too early in the season.  And to top it all off, I was hoping we’d have a late dinner of peshkes, but the peshke selling people weren’t there.

But the yummy-cookie-selling-lady was there, so we bought yummy cookies.  And we also stopped by the rec centre to see about swimming lessons, and there are still two spots left in the one we’d put Munchkin in and could take Sean in as well (they are parented classes and they’ve now shoved the babies in with the toddlers) though we haven’t decided whether to take those spots or just to swim a lot this summer.  Then we stopped by the pond on the way home so Munchkin could run about and the baby could nurse, and there were ducklings there which is always a reason to be happy.

Ducklings are so cute!

So sore back and sore feet and all, life is good.

We have a playdate tomorrow which is also good.  I haven’t met a couple of the people who are going to be there yet, but one of the unknowns has a daughter just a little older than Munchkin, and there will also be a little girl there just a couple months younger who she has played with before, so that is very good.

And once again, ducklings are so cute! I love ducklings.