I'm so mad at her!!

In case you can't read any of that--THE SURVIVOR LUNCH LADY LIED! Just so the record is straight--I hate her accent and her she-mullet. But I did kinda feel bad for her. Especially after pig-tailed Courtney made some jab about her being on the draw... And then her pitiful "my lunch lady supervisor wouldn't let me come back and the dirty scoundrels demoted me to janitor" story at the Finale, which caused Survivor's Creator/Producer Mark Burnett to give her a "please stop whining" $50,000 prize. LIAR!!!! She was already a janitor before going on the show, which they said is actually a promotion from lunch lady.... Who wouldda guessed??!!

That's A Lot of Bull.....

Arthur Duckett, a farmer from Somerset in the United Kingdom, may be the owner of Britain's biggest bull. Field Marshall, a six year old Charolet Bull, weighs nearly 3,000 pounds.

Going back!

That's right--I'm a student. Again. I am starting my Masters Degree. Not sure how I feel about it yet; Grad School was something I always told myself I would get around to, but never really thought I would actually follow through on. I'm only taking one class in the upcoming term, just to see how it fits into my life, and then we'll go from there. Hopefully, I can still channel my inner over-achiever....

Coming home today after finalizing my equal parts exciting and stomach churning decision, my son promptly attempted to give himself a concussion. Seriously. He is now walking everywhere, and he's darn fast too. Tonight, as we were playing in the kitchen, he pulls himself to his feet and begins to lurch toward the other end of the room--and specifically, the stove. As quickly as I can get to my feet to grab him, he has grabbed the stove handle,pulled it down, and has fallen flat on his back...hitting his head on the tile floor. And, I think, a plastic teething toy. He immediately starts to wail, and I scoop him up. I run my fingers along the back of his head to see if I can feel a bump, and I think I feel a dent instead. I remember hearing somewhere that if it swells out it's good, and swelling in is bad. In a panic, I call my Mom, who reassures me. At this point, the muffin is calm and patting me on the back, (literally, that's his new thing to show you he's happy) and humming a nonsense tune. Still a little freaked, I get online and Google "concussion". Vomiting? Nope. Pupils of equal size? (I get out the Baby Daddy's EMT kit and find his pen light) Equal size--check. (The bebe', delighted with this contraption, begins to chew on the bulb.) Confusion/Disorientation? I watch at the bebe' clicks the light on and off while laughing hysterically.... No confusion. Unusual lethargy or crying? The bebe' toddles over to the wall and proceeds to begin efforts at prying the outlet covers from the sockets, then runs over to shake his chest of drawers, then heads to the toy chest to retrieve a stuffed animal.....hmmmm. Nope--don't think we're dealing with lethargy. I'm now guessing the dent was already there in the first place. Now that I think about it, he always did have kind of a knotty head.

Sneak Peak!

Here's a super sneak-peek at our Christmas cards! And can I just rave about VistaPrint? I love that darn place!! This is also where I ordered my fun return address labels with carictures of me and the fam. They are great!

***Snifle.....sniffle......sniffle*****

The bebe's nose is definately "a nose in need".... He has a cold, poor thing! His very first, and hopefully, the last for a long time. Talk about some serious misery! Ugh! Bless his ever-lovin' heart--he's tried to be a trooper, but it's a bit difficult when you've got twin snot tracks running down your face into your mashed potatoes... The first night, I was zero for four: he couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't drink, and couldn't even suck on his paci. I felt like we were back at the Newborn Stage, (that crazy, sleepless, walkin' around like a zombie with a baby zombie attached at the chest stage)...he was up every 2 hours ALL. NIGHT. LONG. Lemme tell you about what a long night THAT was. The next day, we brought in the real fighters. My tried and true, weapons of mass cold destruction. My favorite heavy hitters are as follows, (and you need to stock up on these, my Canadian cousin! Be ready!) :

JOHNSON'S SOOTHING VAPOR BATH

This stuff is capital W-O-N-D-O-R-F-U-L. It even makes me feel better. Throw three caps of this is a warm bath, and it will clear your baby's, your husband's, and even your dog's sinuses.

LITTLE NOSES SALINE DROPS

Anything by the "Little" guys, (Little Tummies, Little Fevers) is amazing. Even with the Humidifier, his lil' schnozz gets pretty darn dry and icky. A few drops of this, paired with a good bulb syringe, and that snot can kiss it's slimy bootie goodbye.

PEDIACARE GENTLE VAPORS/VICKS VAPOR PLUG-IN

A neat thing--I had no idea this existed until I bumped into it while making a grab for some Vicks Babyrub. This made our whole house smell like a cough drop, but I swear it helped the muffin breathe better. Plus, it's a cool night light too.

CHILDREN'S DIMETAPP

According to our Pediatrician, there's nothing better than a good dose of Dimetapp. And she was right. After the first night of misery, I picked up a bottle of this miracle stuff at Walgreen's, and boy was I glad I did. And the bebe' didn't act like it was a cruel and unusual punishment to take it either...

Throw all this together with some quality 'Snuggle Time' and any baby should be well on the road to recovery. Thankfully, my little Muffin has made great improvements over the past few days, and even though you can tell he doesn't feel quite up to par just yet, he's getting there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go wipe a runny nose!