Yet More Randomness

1. Pukey Head morphed into Sleepy Head today. Sleepy Head demanded that I make myself useful and make like a pillow. Of the five naps that she took today, four were spent curled up into my nap. While the house looks like I got nothing done today, I can't say that I'm complaining. There's much worse ways to spend your day than hanging out in the couch with a sleeping one-year old in your lap. Clearly Sleepy Head is feeling much better as of late. She ate a million Doritos at dinner (and kept them down) then proceeded to get in trouble for playing Ring Around the Rosie while standing on the couch. There is to be no "ashes, ashes" while standing on top of furniture.

2. The Steelers Marketing department obviously got to the announcers at last night's game. There is no other explanation for them to be all "The kids really love Steely" unless they were paid off. There's two problems with their repeated praise of the The Terrible Idea. One--I have yet to meet a kid that LIKES a six-foot freaky looking mascot. Two--Steelers games are no place for kids. I'm not old enough to see some of the things that go on there. If anybody is taking their kids, I think it qualifies as child abuse.

3. Desperate for a pacifier? Probably.

Randomness (Again)

1. I don't know what everyone was freaking out about yesterday. I picked Alexis up at 4:30 and she was totally fine the entire evening. No whining, no cranking, no Tylenol, just her usual self.

2. We went to the Pittsburgh Children's Museum today. I can now say the Indy Children's Museum sucks. I downgrade it to a C.

3. After the Musuem, Alexis achieved greatness by throwing up all over herself and her car seat. Mmmm . . . my car now smells like grape Yogos. After dinner, she tried to shoot her dinner at me, but missed. Mmmm . . . chewed up grapes. The best one, though, was after I cleaned her up from dinner and was putting a new pair of pajamas on her. She didn't miss that time.

UPDATE: Daddy made popcorn. Alexis saw the popcorn. Alexis installed an extra stomach in her little body specifically for the purpose of holding popcorn. I'm really hoping that extra stomach isn't feeling as cranky as her other one because I'm really, really tired of cleaning puke off of Alexis and me.

ANOTHER UPDATE: The popcorn stomach wasn't happy either. Poor kid :-(

Rant, Rant, Rant, and Rant Some More

As if it weren't enough that Alexis has been channeling her inner Linda Blair as of late, now we have the lovely and concerned citizens over at our friendly neighborhood daycare piling on the misery. I'll just say this: She's teething. It hurts. She's pissed. Deal with it. Don't call me fifteen times asking if she can have Tylonel (HELLO, I drug her before I send her to school as to avoid these calls). Don't make Daddy feel like a poop sandwich for leaving her while she is screaming, crying, and throwing herself against the glass door pleading him to not leave her. I'm pretty sure she's doing a sufficient job of making him feel bad without your help, thank you very much. And one more thing, our daycare payment is more than our mortgage payment. Therefore, I feel it is inappropriate for you to complain when she's clingy and wants held. Hold her and shut up already! Dude, just because she's usually Little Miss Independent and is, IN YOUR WORDS, the best-behaved baby you have, doesn't mean you can expect us to keep her out of daycare when she's having an off day. I could swear I have mentioned that when she's not feeling well, she insists on taking everybody down with her. If I, a first-time parent, can handle a teething child, then I'm pretty sure an experienced professional like yourself can figure it out. Darn it.

And if you think I seem a little wound up, you should have heard Daddy at 6:30 this morning. Yowzers.