He's walking!

The Rooster's officially walking!!! He has been for the last two days. When he falls, instead of crawling somewhere, he now gets up and walks. It's bittersweet.

Here's my clan crest--I like it:


And here's the new avi:




Day 239873 (okay, so more like day 5) of GCM being down, and I'm in withdrawal. I've been forced to become more active on my local moms forum. Hmph. I'm headed out to a Mary Kay mani/pedi party. Pedi party. Heh. I hope I enjoy it, even though it will be an evening full of girls.

What happens when I get bored...

I watched "Dear Frankie" last night, while frosting and fondanting (made up word alert!) the above creation. I need cookie cutters, and lots of 'em. I had to do that flower by hand, and I'm sooooo not impressed. Re: "Dear Frankie": it was good. I liked it, and as always, Gerry Butler = hot hot hot.


I recall a friend of mine's mother, who had recently moved here from London, took one look at Dad and me and pronounced us soundly of Scottish descent. We are--my great-grandfather came to Canada from Scotland.

I coulda told you that...

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Receiving Gifts.

Complete set of results

Physical Touch:		11
Receiving Gifts:		7
Words of Affirmation:		7
Quality Time:		4
Acts of Service:		1

Information

Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

Take the quiz


So anyway, I burned my hand earlier today. We have two frying pans. One has a metal handle that doesn't get hot. One has a rubberized handle with an exposed metal part that does get hot. I made pancakes, and when I moved the pan off he burner to add an egg, I tried to move the pan back, and forgot that it was the pan that gets hot. I think the blister going up the side of my finger and onto my hand will remind me to double check the pan in future.
I kept my poor hand in a bowl of cold water for an hour and a half today. That sucker hurt. DarthHusband went and got me bandages and Neosporin plus Pain Relief. It's good stuff.

I'll probably slack on posting again, as this friggin' hurts and it affects my typing.

Riiiight.

What Guys Think of Your Ponytail...

Girlish, free spirited, low maintenance. The kind of girl he can take camping ... for fire building and romance :-)

What Do Guys Think Of Your Hair?

Currently, they might think it's dirty. I need a shower.

We're getting ready to take the short people swimming.

As you can see, my E key is not permanently damaged, thanks to a resourceful DH. The 7's a little wonky, but will continue to be usable for some time.

"I'm fixing it."

It was Eeny's naptime. I put Rooster in Eeny's room, grabbed the naptime book, sat down on the bed, and called for Eeny to follow us.

Me: Come on, kiddo. Naptime.
Eeny: I'm fixing it!
Me: What are you fixing? Come on, it's time for nap!
E: Hang on just a second, I'm fixing it.
Me: Fixing what?

I totally should have gotten up the second I heard the word "fixing." That usually indicates something's broken, and usually further indicates that Eeny's the one who broke it. Anyway, filled with misgiving, I get up and go into the living room. My laptop sits on my desk, and has been christened "Lappy," thanks to homestarrunner.com
. Eeny is sitting at my desk, using a ball point pen like a screw driver, making whirring noises under his breath. My '7' key and my 'E' key, along with various tiny black pieces that make up the framework for these keys, are laying on the desk. "See Mom? I fix the Lappy."

Oh, dear. I really, really wanted to smack him. My $800 computer. Practically brand-new. Two keys damaged, perhaps unusable. I was so angry. I replied, "It is Mom's job to fix the Lappy. You have broken it."

My poor baby. He looked so sad and scared. He knew I was mad. He was afraid of what I'd do next. Praise God for grace. I was able to give it. I picked him up, told him Daddy would finish fixing it, and hugged him. Then I reminded him that my computer was NOT for him to touch.