Anyone out there have a Boggle Deluxe they’re not using? I would just love to give you some money for it. Unfortunately, it was only produced and sold in stores one year (I think it was 1997). I had a copy but sadly an ex has it now. Sigh.

They have them on eBay and Half.com but truthfully I can’t reasonable fork over the $30 for a game I just really, really, really want and will probably have to beg John to play.

She just took three steps from her toy bin to me. Oh lordy, here we go.

New pictures of Ashleigh up.

To put it bluntly, this last month has been crazy. On some days I’ve been ready to volluntarily lock myself up in the local asylum (do they even call them that anymore?) I know it’s a regular occurance among babies and toddlers to change their sleep schedules on you, but jeeze, a little warning or something gradual would’ve been nice this time.

Ash went from three very-convenient-for-me naps, to a couple very brief naps, all at the wrong time of the day. See, it used to go something like this: we get up between 5:30AM and 7:00AM; I give Ash a bottle and proceed to snuggle on the couch for the next hour or hour-and-a-half until Ash falls asleep on the floor while playing; I put her in bed and take my own nap; we wake up, I feed Ash, she plays for a few hours (rarely more than 3 1/2), I put her down for a nap, (this is where I would get any and everything done); Ash would get up, play some more, then go down for a third nap (again, more productivity on my part); Ash would wake up, eat dinner, play a couple hours then crash no later than 8:30PM.

HA. Someone exchanged my child and left Miss I’m-up-for-six-hours-at-a-time behind. (I keep thinking of Dark City, and all the building shifting and people manuevering. Creepy.) So, yes, while we go for our early morning walks with Tiffany and her daughter and they wake me up, they obviously perk little bumpkin up as well. This week, our schedule is MUCH much different.

Ash wakes up around 7:30 - 8:00AM (the only part I’m liking), we go for an hour walk, come home, and Ash doesn’t go down for a nap until 1:00PM…if I’m lucky. OF course, the those naps only last a measly hour-and-a-half (again, two if I’m lucky). Which brings another six plus hours until she crashes. (a second nap may pop in there but only lasts at maximum 45 minutes.) So my child is going to bed at 10:30PM. Apparently I didn’t get the memo. Or something like that.

Oh yes, and let’s not forget our little diaper devil. Packing tape didn’t work, as she figured out how to take that stuff off (when I have the hardest time getting it off the roll, go figure). Duct tape, I’m not going to try, as I’d have to cut it off, and with the squirming I’m afraid I’ll hurt her.

So, we starting putting pants on her regularly. Heh, yeah, that went over really well. In case I hadn’t mentioned, Ash has made it very clear from beginning that she hates clothes. Not just doesn’t like them, but really HATES them. I know, other children squirm, don’t like clothes, whine, complain, whatever, but I have yet to see one grab at their clothes in desperation, as Ashleigh does. We ignored it for the most part, just continued putting bottoms on her and made her deal. And she learned to deal allright. She learned how to take her damn pants off.

Now she sleeps in one-piece pjs, otherwise we’ll wake up to a naked, giggling baby, a soaked sheet, and a diaper stuck in the bars.

There is some good news, and all moms will understand the joy in the next statement. Ashleigh is now regularly drinking out of her sippy cup. Not just water, but her formula, and even some whole milk. **happynekkidjumpingjacks**

And she says “baby”, too. Hehe, proud mama, even with all the other stuff.

So it’s Veteran’s Day and John just walked out the door to work. What bullshit. A Veteran should NOT be working on Veteran’s Day.

Not only do I get the usual everyday spam, but one I received today beats them all. See, this one actually made me laugh. The subject read: “Your a winner”. Well, apparently, the person who sent me the email isn’t a winner as they can’t even write correctly. At least I got a smile out of it, though.