Cold Toes and Stuffy Nose

The MiniMonster has a cold, so I'll save you the horrors of one of his 'just sneezed' pictures. They're pretty sloppy right now, but that's probably what he gets for trying to chew on cart handles every time I reach for something at the store. :/

 I'm trying to prevent him from doing that but I'm only human... and I'm not the kind of person who wants to shut him in a Lysol soaked bubble.

 The tree is now fully decorated and looks pretty awesome. We turned off the living room lights last night ans showed it to the Monster. He was crying at the time but stopped when we brought him in and showed him the tree in the dark, all lit up with colorful little pinpricks and cool blue glowing snowflake lights. I suspect he'll like it even better when there are toys underneath for him to rip the crinkly paper and tissue off of.

 I'm going to make another 'food run' later today and drop more food with some of my relatives. Crock Pot BBQ and some loaded mashed potatoes, the potatoes in little single serve bowls.  ((Thank you locking lids!))

 I also made a new post at Holding Pattern, and I actually pulled in a big old rant on that one, because it's something I've been subject to, and it's really annoying. I guess in some ways Role Play communities can be a lot like being back in school, only the players aren't always high school aged. It may well be the age of the geek because I can name any number of players, male AND female, who are thirty and up, as well as under thirty.

 I think that says a lot for us not shutting our imaginations in a box... and that's kinda cool.

The Caffine is the Life

 Maybe it was the excitement of having a  GIANT GLOWING TREE covered in bells and colorful things in the living room, but MiniMonster did -not- want to go to sleep last night. He refused to lie down until almost ten, and then he only made it about ten minutes with everyone else in bed before setting up a howling ruckous.


He was clearly exhausted, he kept cuddling up and rubbing his eyes, but absolutely would not sleep, didn't want bottle, didn't need changed, didn't want food... but couldn't seem to sleep. Eventually, burnt to a frazzle trying to figure it out, I took him to our room, where the second he touched mattress... he was out like a light. ((it is very interesting to try and reposition an instant-noodle.))
 He took over half my pillow in the process and staked his claim by dropping his pacifier and drooling.

 Pushed to the edge of the bed, and already anxious ((Grandma S needs some minor surgery, nothing technically serious but it's not stopping me from being obsessively anxious.)), I couldn't sleep a wink, and was pretty much awake until sometime after 2:30. I did at one point also make the mistake of trying to take MiniMonster back to his room, and that... well that went exactly like the begining of the night. ((not well))

 Tilmani checked on him, got the same results I had, and deposited him back in bed with me, where he latched on and snoozed again.

 He was cute enough this morning to be forgiven for his night time antics, crawling back up onto my pillow and poking my nose while making doe eyes, and looking out through the curtains and bouncing. ((It was snowing)). So He was forgiven and got blueberry pancake with the rest of us.

 We just ordered him something we think he'll love, an baby-Mp3 player from ThinkGeek. It's got a solid rubbery outside to keep it from being damaged, hidden volume control... good stuff.