I had to take the test

Perusing my bloglines this morning I came across this post by Major Bedhead.

there's no way I could pass up a nerd test. Let's just say I didn't fail.




Ah, crap...I'm only "Kinda Dorky Nerd Queen" on the extended version.

Sunday Night Heart Attacks

I dialed the phone and gave it to Ally

ring, ring
"My finger's all better, memere. I'm going nah-nites now"

An hour earlier, the scene at our house wasn't so calm. Ally was, we thought, upstairs watching Scooby-Doo. We were downstairs watching the Packers/Giants game until we heard a blood curling scream.

I ran upstairs to find Ally in our bed, her hand covered in blood. I got her into the bathroom and screamed for John to come up. I had her hand under water when DH came up with the band aids and Neosporin. We spent 20 fruitless minutes in there trying to get the bleeding to stop.

Dh, during that time at least got Ally calm enough tell us how exactly she had sliced her finger off laying in our bed. She brought us into the bedroom and that's when DH found them, my razors, scattered throughout the bed. She had been opening all of them (they come individually wrapped). We wrapped her finger in paper towels and brought her downstairs, where DH applied pressure and kept her arm up and I not knowing what to do, frantically Googled "How to tell if you need stitches". Very helpful, I know.

An hour later and the bleeding had slowed enough for me to see what DH was trying to tell me. She basically shaved a layer of skin off. There's nothing to actually stitch. He put a bunch of band aids on it, gave her some chocolate and I put her bed.

Now I feel like the crap-tastic mother of the year. Tomorrow I'll be off buying door locks for the bathroom closets.

Why you shouldn't see Cloverfield

Bleh. The entire movie is filmed in the First Person perspective. An apparently, drunk, epileptic person using a non-stabilizing home video camera. The WHOLE movie. Imagine filming yourself running during an earthquake for an hour and a half and then watching it.

I tried my hardest to watch the movie. I wanted to like it. I wanted to search for those little hidden tidbits that JJ Abrams made Lost famous for. I made it about 1/3 of the way in before throwing in the towel. I kept waiting for it to magically shift to a steady cam "movie". It never did. I had to close my eyes or vomit. I closed my eyes and listened to the rest, wishing for the theater to stop spinning.

I hope the rest of the people in the theater appreciated my sacrifice, because I'm pissed that I paid money to get sick and miss an entire movie.

Don't eat the Yellow Snow

Tinkle, Tinkle Little Star
Wonder how you go
Up above us, in the sky
Tinkle, Tinkle Little Star

I'm in so much trouble!

Yesterday morning DH went into Ally's room to get her up for the day. He turned her lights on and opened her door, then left to brush his teeth.

pitter, patter, pitter, patter, click, slam

The door is now closed and the lights are off.

DH goes back, tells Ally its time to get up. Turns the lights back on and leaves her door open.

pitter, patter, pitter, patter, click, "I'M STILL TIRED!!!" slam, lock

She locked her door! My 3 year old LOCKED her door. Locked her loving parents out of her room at 7am because, and I quote "I'M STILL TIRED!". I am not going to survive her teenage years.

Why I hate Monday mornings in New England

And to top it completely off:


Yup, tree split in half. DH was out shoveling at 6am when he heard the cracking. The tree, when we moved into our house 8 years ago was a beautiful, perfectly round tree. A tree you could write poems about it was so perfect. About 4 years ago it split in 1/2 during a particularly nasty thunderstorm. Today the 1/2 that was left split in 1/2 again. We'll have to have the whole thing taken down this spring.

Change does a body good

Prompted by a well timed comment, I'll be changing the layout of this blog, hopefully tonight. The Christmas "theme" hurt my eyes. I've learned anger at the current crappy design + no real design plans = One REALLY UGLY BLOG. For now I've ditched the header and the colors, for a plain old design.

Praying to the 3 year old gods that I'll be left alone long enough to design something remotely appealing.

I want to know who you are!

Its De-Lurker day.

If you're out there and reading this mess of a blog, stop by and say Hi! Let me know who you are and where you come from. My blogroll can always use some new interesting sites for me to stalk.

1st Night

Ally's in a big girl (ok toddler) bed tonight - for the 1st time.

We tried once right when she turned 2, yes over a year ago, and we didn't even make it through her bedtime routine before we put the mattress back in her crib and dismantled the toddler bed.

Its taken a year to gather the courage to try again. I'm terrified.

Oh and just to add to the potential death and mayhem, we took her pacifier away too.

I'm scared, very, very scared.

Little Red Riding Hood

Santa brought Ally a new book for Christmas. 5 Minute Fables or Fairytales or something like that. Really the only important part was the "5 minutes". 5 minutes till peace, 5 minutes to adult time, 5 minutes till the end of bedtime routine hysteria.

It all sounded so promising. Until DH read Ally Little Red Riding Hood. In this version the Wolf escapes the hunter's gun. Escapes into the woods, leaving Red and her Grandma and MY DAUGHTER terrified that he'll return at any moment to finish what he started.

Ever since its first reading 3 nights ago, Ally has had to check that the Wolf would not be coming to her house. Each night we reassure her that the Wolf would never come here. Never battle with her big strong daddy or her 3 cats (apparently mommy will just roll over and let the wolf attack).

She is terrified of this wolf. This from the child who loves Scooby-Doo. Begs for Scooby. Wants to fight monsters day and night. Now she's terrified of a Wolf in a story because the damn hunter couldn't aim straight.

This is why you don't mess with the classics, people!! They wolf dies for a reason.