Hotch puckering lips?

Have you ever looked at your blog stats? I mean, I guess you'd have to blog for that. But if you blog... I find it interesting to see where people are coming from, both in terms of geographical location and internet location, and search terms that might lead someone here.

I'm not sure how a website on dental implants would lead someone here, but it did. Or some kind of job finder thing. I also like to see who of my followers check in, and if I've commented somewhere, did people there check me out. (And while I know commenting is a good way to get traffic to your blog, that's not why I ever comment. I do leave my link, just in case though. :D)

The search terms, though, those are killer. I've had some doozies. (Well, not that much of a doozy.) Some are amusing. Others quite frightening. In fact, I've even gone so far as to google a certain term myself to see if it leads me to my blog. (It didn't.)

This week, "just because I don't have a real job" is on the list. Uh... huh? Maybe I mentioned that somewhere. **insert dazed look here** "Love talk with dog face to face" is a little baffling. Especially since we don't have a dog and I don't even know what love talk with a dog would sound/look like. Or that I would do that. That one brought someone twice. Or two people, but I find that unlikely. "Baby flaky hair and smell" seems more in line with my blog though I don't recall ever blogging about that. Since my memory is bad, I'll just take blogger/google's word for it. "Cut hair on the flooring" I KNOW I've blogged about. Several times, in fact. But "hotch puckering lips"? Yes, hotch, which I'm assuming should be 'hot' so apparently that person can't type. Puckering lips??? This one borders on the scary part. 

Just now, since I didn't think hotch was a real word, I googled it - because what else does one do when one has a question but to google - and hotched (not just hotch, though) actually means to fidget. Now ya know. You're welcome.

So fidgety puckering lips, then? LOL Sorry. But if you visualize that one, it'll make you laugh, too. Come on, you know you want to fidget your puckering lips! DO IT! (and I really am LOL in that.)

To whom it may concern:

Dear Anonymous,

I wrote you a letter. I got no response.

See, here's the trouble with that. This lack of communication causes great mis-communication. It already has caused great mis-communication, which I have been led to believe is not one-sided. It has left me wondering. There really are a lot of options as to the why of it, but without communication it's hard to  determine the why, the interest of the parties involved and the future course of action. 

Are you not at that address/email address anymore? Is there a security breach? Is someone intercepting confidential mail/email? Did you get it and choose not to respond because you are... illiterate? blind? pregnant with a case of malaria? in Africa? gaga for goji beans? playing a game? seeking revenge? I don't say that to be crass. Truly. It's just hard to determine from this end. It's difficult to not make assumptions but assumptions, or speculations?, is about all we can make. Given that, it's easy to understand why all (yes 'all') these communications that go unanswered leave me befuddled.

There's this recent story about a guy who out of anger and revenge got a little crazy on FB. It went viral. Now, I know that's not the way to go, posting private matters on FB or a blog or whatnot. I've had my feelings hurt by that, and also hurt someone's feelings by that. I certainly see the error of that method. Plus, I'm not really into receiving death threats. So my opinion is that that's not really the way to go. But on the other hand, I thought, hey, at least he got a response. Even if the response amounts to "asdf&^%#$" or a flip of the bird. At least then I could stop wondering if the letter was received by the correct department.

Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely Signed,

Wondering in MN

National Ferris Wheel Day

Did you know that today, February 14th, is National Ferris Wheel Day? To celebrate this occasion, I decided to make heart shaped pancakes, covered in Nutella, Extra-Creamy Redi-Whip, strawberries and blueberries.

This earned me the comment "This is the best (National Ferris Wheel Day) I've ever had. (Ok ok, she said Valentine's Day.) Aw, thanks, Koko.

Wow. That was easy.

However, kudos to Cheeks who, without her, this day would never have been possible, as she was the one who woke me up early, crying with a sore throat and fever of 101.4.

Not even my delicious pancake-o-love surprise could make her feel better.

On another note, DOES THIS SICKNESS EVER END? (We've endured 11 consecutive days, now, of someone sick with a high fever, vomiting, diarreah, or both, or, to add to the list, a sore throat. And that was after a kick your butt cold that fortunately attacked mostly just me. And now Kong, I guess. UGH. My stomach hasn't even fully recouperated yet. But THANK THE LORD the puking is over, and it did not strike the smallest of the monkeys. No, Huggyface just suffered in other ways (cough, broken leg and stitches to the eyebrow).

So, Happy Hearts and Ferris Wheels to ya!

May you spin right round with LOVE today. And no puking.

**Addendum: Cheeks did finally get her own pancake special. While it may have been 4 days after the fact, she still enjoyed every delicious bite, and found it to be just as special. Which then earned me another "you're the best mom ever."

Also, in case you didn't get it, this is my anti- response to the bombarding Valentine's wishes out there. It's sort of barfy and overwhelming, and I'm not even single. So much mush and gush.

A picture is worth a thousand words

Well, I don't know about "worth", but I do know that this picture says a LOT of things.

1. Stuck! Haha. Huggyface is stuck. Also evident by his cries for help (which I found TOTALLY amusing).  He can't get down.
2. Persistent. He still finds those steps enticing, and he's not giving up on them any time soon.
3. Experience. He has appeared to learn something, as he is stuck on only the first step. He has chosen to not go up any further. While this lesson, post-leg breaking (oh yeah, I forgot to mention the leg breaking story, I'll have to share that. Sorry, it's been busy.) took some time, he has learned that the steps are dangerous. At first he kept trying to climb them. Now, he will only go up 2 max, and then he stops. looks around, waits for mama. Even if there's a sibling egging him on to go up, he stays. Good boy. Usually he can get down himself. I hesitate to teach him how to turn around and go down backwards, but I probably need to do that anyway.
4. We  r e a l l y  need to repaint. Both the riser, and the door. The walls just plain old need paint. I do have 3 colors painted on the wall, just out of sight, testing colors. I couldn't decide. (None of them are the right fit.) (Also, the door doesn't look that bad on the other side. The paint had been ?stripped, though it still looks, uh, rustic.) If you've never been to my house, you should know that when we bought it, it was trashed and mostly gutted. We figured, newly married and without children, that we'd have plenty of time to work on it. Well, that ended when we found out we were expecting our first, and we hadn't even moved in yet. Pregnancy is a push to get things done. Babies are a reason things don't get done. Hence... unpainted walls in the stairway, 5 babies later. C'est la vie. And there's lots of "vie" around here. ;)
5. Wow. The knees in that outfit are really dirty. And, he's worn a hole in them from crawling.
6. He needs a haircut. From a professional.

Ok, broken leg story. Yes, my - then - 14 month old baby broke his leg. sigh. We were getting ready to go somewhere so I was running around gathering socks and clean outfits, and in my hurried-ness must have left the door to the stairs open. Boy makes a mad dash for the stairs any time he sees the door is open, when he hears the door being opened. Seriously. MAD DASH. I'm fairly certain he had only climbed a few, 4 or 5 maybe, but he fell, and landed just the "right" way, apparently. I knew right away that he was hurt, but there was no apparent wound, unlike last summer. It was the way he was crying, the way only a mama would know. He was guarding his leg when I picked him up off the stairs where he was laying, on his belly on the second step, hands on the step below. Thinking there could be the possibility he would shake it off, I held him for a bit, then set him on the floor to see if he would start moving around. Nope. Whenever he tried he was clearly in pain, and still guarding his little leg. I tried feeling the leg to see if there were any obvious spots where it hurt, but no. So instead of grocery shopping, we went to Urgent Care. If you didn't know he was already a walker, you wouldn't have known anything was wrong by watching him in the waiting room. He crawled around everywhere, crazily. Its when he tried to stand that his little leg just wouldn't hold him or it hurt too much. So something was definitely wrong. They took a loooong time looking at x-rays, and even had to get a few more shots to be sure, but sure enough, he had broken it just below the knee. The break was stable, the bone didn't move at all, but he would be in a cast. They put a temp cast on there and the next day we went for a "real" cast. He was pretty mad about his decreased mobility, was seriously crabby for days and slept a lot for the first week. The cast has a bend in the knee so that 1. he can still crawl, and 2. to keep it from slipping off or up. Let me tell you, though. He is the image of perseverance. After about a week and a half, he figured out how to walk in the doggone thing. Seriously. Unbelievable. :) ahhhhhh. Kids! The doc said 2-3 weeks in a cast, but since he's not paying the bill and I have no desire to have him recast, I decide to wait 3 weeks. Well... today's the day. He should get the cast off this afternoon. And I'll be so glad to give him a bath.