A couple of months ago, Amy was kind enough to lend me her Miracle Blanket. Breanna slept best swaddled, but no receiving blanket in the world seemed to hold her in. The Miracle Blanket is very cool and resembles a baby staight jacket. I would leave her left arm free so she could suck on her hand, but the rest of her body was snugly confined. This seemed to help her sleep rather well, especially at night.

Alas, soon I’m going to have to pop it back in the mail to return to her because Breanna is slowly outgrowing it. I hope she’ll be able to sleep without it, but I guess she’ll learn since she’s already pulling a Houdini in her sleep lately. I almost always find that one leg is free by the time I’m heading off to bed, such as this shot I risked taking a few nights ago.

It’s not unusual to see her other arm free as well, and once she wakes up for a feeding, she usually has both arms and both legs waving about with only her tummy still covered up. For someone who is greatly comforted by swaddling, she sure makes it difficult to keep her that way!

After over a week of tweaking, gnashing teeth, cursing Microshit, loving Firefox even more than usual, mentally composing hate mail to Bill Gates, copying & pasting, crying (just a little), venting, and then finally upgrading to WordPress 2 and installing the newest version of the theme with even more copying & pasting and tweaking, I finally have a new default layout. If it looks like utter crap, I don’t want to know. Okay, no, tell me if something looks weird. It looks perfect in both Firefox and Internet Exploder 6.X on my machine, and also on George’s which is at a higher resolution.

If you really hate it, you can still use one of the other themes, located in the left column – for some reason the theme switcher requires you to click it twice.

If you have no bloody idea what I’m talking about, hit refresh. I like the new title of my weblog, it fits my life rather well. Also, WordPress 2 is not as horrendous as I once thought, now that I know I can turn OFF the obnoxious rich text option. I reserve the right to change my opinion if I discover none of my plugins work any longer.

I need another coffee. And some computer-less time. I think I’ll go make a collage with Hayley while Breanna sings on the floor.

Today while I was washing the dishes, Breanna started fussing a bit while sitting in her carrier on the floor. I had given her a few different toys – a baby doll that she loves, a plastic moon that hangs from the baby gym, a little spatula – nothing was interesting for more than thirty seconds. I only had a few more things to wash and I just wanted to finish, so I stepped up the entertainment a little.

(And this is where I am so glad that there are – to my knowledge at least – no hidden cameras in my kitchen, or anywhere in my home. One of my biggest nightmares would be finding out I’m on my own Truman Show.)

So I started singing a very rousing rendition of “The Ants Go Marching One By One” (hurrah! hurrah!) and pantomiming a little, marching in place, making silly faces, the works. Of course, the first words Breanna learns will not include any of the words from this song, though they might include “fuck!” because that’s exactly what came out of my mouth when I sliced my right ring finger with a steak knife.

Lesson learned: Do not indulge in any acrobatic dancing while washing cutlery of any sort.

It cut the pad of the finger. It wasn’t like my finger tip was hanging off, bound only by a few nerves, so I didn’t need to go to the hospital. I didn’t even need a bandage since it stopped bleeding shortly after the fact. However, being on the pad means that it’s easy to put pressure on it and holy frickin’ hell does it sting.

A few hours went by this evening and it was feeling much better. Even typing didn’t bother me. Too bad I forgot about it when I was preparing Hayley’s breakfast for the morning. Did you know that oranges are rather acidic? My finger would like you to know that yes, indeed they are.

Luckily I kept the expletives in my head this time. I’m just grateful that I was cutting the orange beside the sink so I was able to rinse the finger off quickly.

Tomorrow, I think I’ll stick with singing slow love ballads or perhaps Gregorian chanting.