WordPress and NaBloPoMo Fail

I need my own personal fail whale.

First, it appears that my Thanksgiving day post didn’t actually post. I’ve posted it again, and now it seems to have a published date of the 24th… so why wasn’t it visible before?

Next, after phoning it in for the post on the 25th, I completely FAILED to post yesterday. DAMN.

I’ll have to make up for it with a couple of posts I guess. 🙂

My brain is a bit fuzzy. I know I had ideas about some excellent posts, but my conversation with myself about said ideas goes something a little like this:

Me: Are you thinking about writing what I’m thinking about writing, Pinky?
Me: Sure Brain, but would Mr. Ed have really said that to the president?

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In other news, M had a great idea for photos for our holiday cards this year. I won’t spoil the surprise by telling you now what that idea is. But I will say that it involved quicker than expected shopping on thank-god-it’s-not-black-anymore-Saturday for the perfect outfit, scrounging around in MIL’s basement for the perfect prop, having an easier time than expected getting into that outfit, and then chasing the last of yesterday’s fleeting light to get the perfect shot.

G was so obliging during the whole process; I’m waiting for him to turn into a monster (always waiting for that other shoe you know…).

As it was, last night the teething (he’s got two in down below, has four coming in on top, and then another couple just beginning to push through on either side of the bottom two) finally started getting to him, poor little guy!

He’s articulate enough now that he can complain-cry. That is, he cries and wails but in distinct words and phonemes like “mommommomMOM”, and “GaBABABA”. I’m pretty sure that translates to “Mom this hurts like hell, what are you going to do about it?”

And of course, aside from resorting to my mom’s famous Rum Cure, there’s not a whole hell of a lot we can do except to supply chilled teething rings and lots of big hugs, and to reassure him that it can’t last forever.

This morning he seems to be feeling much better, and when I exclaimed at how big his teeth are getting, guess what he said back to me! “TTth”! Yup, that’s right, he said “teeth”, people, because now he has enough upper teeth to actually make “T” sounds. 😉 Maybe now when he gets teething pain his complain-cries will change to “mommommomMOM! TTth! TTth!”