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February 15, 2012


A Vomitous Valentine

Yes, I made up that word.  I think it should be a word.
“How are you feeling?”
“Rather Vomitous.”

Unlike other holidays, anniversaries, birthdays (you name it really–love you honey!) Chicken did not drop the ball on this holiday.  She made a lunch reservation–a double date with some great friends–at a wonderful restaurant.  (Yes, we budgeted for this one).
We’ve started doing some lunch dates on the days we have the nanny.  It works out so well, because we don’t have to pay for a night sitter and we still both have the energy to go out and enjoy the meal.
A lunch date would also synch up our shower schedules and perhaps provide an opportunity for a bit of (ahem) “amour in the afternoon”.  Because you know, that energy thing at night?  Yeah.

Ah, what do they say….the best laid plans?
On Monday afternoon Whoop Whoop was acting strange after his nap.  My normally very active, happy-go-lucky guy didn’t want to eat, drink or be put down.  We had a playdate coming over and as I was at the door telling my friend that I thought he wasn’t feeling well and we might want to reconsider….he started vomiting all over me, himself, the doormat.  She hightailed it back to the elevator–free of vomit, thank god.
Off we go to the bathtub.  Poor Monkey.  He felt awful.
Grunter was very helpful throughout the whole episode and stood aside as W2 and I soaped off the vomit and I rinsed the ends of my hair that had


Because I’m Stupid Like That

First off, thank you for all of your comments and opinions, both here on the blog and also those of you who contacted me privately.  They were all incredibly helpful.
I’ve decided on a few things:

The name stays.  Long live Puffer!
The characters shall remain the same.  Long live Chicken, Grunter and Whoop Whoop!
The entire TTC journey will remain in the blog.
The tagline will change.
The rants will continue because I am Puffer and a bit of a ranter.  However, I will have to be a bit more careful about family rants–
Unless, they are password protected.
Goodbye Blogger.
Hello WordPress.

I’ve tried to find a way to password protect some of my blogs in Blogger–there are scripts out there that would let me do this.  But, let me remind you that I am rather deficient in the technology side of life.  Sadly, Chicken is only slightly ahead of the tech curve than I am.  This basically means that when I’m about to throw my laptop across the room in a heated fit of frustration, she is calm enough to take the expensive piece of equipment from me and after five minutes declare that she doesn’t know how to do ‘it’ either.
Every time I’m at the Mac Genius Bar getting help, I always end it with a “Thank you for not making me feel like a complete idiot.”
Can I just say, this sucks.
Chicken and I are so very good at many things, but this is not one of them.

In the quest to save my sanity, I am going to be outsourcing the tech side of this move.  I’d always hoped that I would someday figure this tech stuff out, but with two toddlers, a limited amount of time, a short attention span and only a few brain cells left working on any given day–I’m declaring defeat.  I can write it, but I can’t design it.

Buh Bye Blogger.  It’s been swell.