It appears that Little Button has unfortunately inherited my facial recognition skills…or lack thereof. I can watch the same actor in 3 different movies and as long as his hair is different, I have no idea it’s the same person.

I have people come up to me frequently in group situations and call me by name. Knowing my inability to remember faces, I pretend to know them as well. Then after the conversation is over, I ask J who the heck that was. The response is usually something like “You just talked to them for an hour last week in church.”

Button is convinced that everybody with a beard is J. She’ll point to any picture of any man with a beard and proclaim “Daddo!” Oh, and she’s also decided that the bust of Beethoven on my parents’ piano is “Daddo!” too.

She also thinks that pretty much anybody with long hair is “Mama!” She recently spent half a day pointing out Mama! on the back of the Triscuits box (Rachel Ray). Mama! has also been known to grace the Pampers diaper box… despite the fact that I have not, at any point in her lifetime, been a blonde.

So, I’m wondering… what happens when I cut my hair? I’m really not a long-hair person. The only reason I have it is because I’m too friggin’ lazy to get my hair cut more than once a year. So when I finally get it whacked…will my daughter cease to recognize me? Will she go running from me, into the arms of Rachel Ray or the nearest neighbor with long tresses (which in this neighborhood is likely to be a guy)?

I guess we’ll find out eventually.

My daughter has been asleep for two hours. TWO HOURS.

At this point, I would like to make it clear to all you moms whose children willingly and consistently partake in “THE NAP” without you having to beg, plead, and run around in circles beating your head against the wall - I don’t want to HEAR. IT.

For the past several weeks, Button has refused to even consider napping for me. For me. She’ll nap for hours at a time when my mom has her. She took two long naps every day when her other set of grandparents watched her. But not for me. When I’m around she is SO. OVER. the nap. Not a single ounce of sleep during the day. And it’s not as though she sleeps more at night or anything.

Miraculously, I believe that phase is coming to an end. I can feel the sanity returning to my brain, my left eye has stopped twitching, and I’m quite sure there are angels singing outside my window. This is the third day in a row in which I have successfully witnessed her drifting off to sleep. Usually it’s only for about an hour, but I’ll take what I can get.

Today is an especially good day.

Update:  Total Nap count = 2 hours, 55 minutes.  Suuuweeeet. 

I’ve decided to start implementing “Protected Posts.”  Because there are just some things I’m not comfortable having out in the open for any passerby to see.

So here’s the deal:  If you want to see the protected posts, you have to be:

1. Registered (Registration link is in the “Meta” section of the sidebar)
2. Approved (only in some cases)
3. Logged in

Even if you’re registered, if you view this blog without logging in, you won’t see any of the protected posts.  They will be totally invisible, incognito, hidden, etc.

If you view this blog via Bloglines or another feed reader, you may or may not get notification that a “Protected Post” has been posted.  I haven’t tested that yet.  If you do get notification, it will only appear as the title of the post, without the content.

I posted a “protected” post just before this one, so if you’re registered and logged in, you should be able to see that one.

The Boss sent us home. He called this morning and was incredulous that we had even showed up for work in this “terrible” weather.

Texans turn into total weenies when it comes to weather. It took me twice as long to get to work today because everybody was driving 20 mph (or less). It was slightly snowing, but nothing bad. The roads were fine. And now that it’s all but totally melted off, I’ve been sent home from work.

Not that I’m complaining. I just don’t get it.

Internet Explorer sucks. The I-SERIOUSLY-HATE-IT-AND-WHY-THE-HELL- HASN’T-IT-BEEN-BANNED-FROM-THE-INTERNET brand of SUCKS. It’s a stupid piece of crap that can’t read code and should have gone out with the 8″ floppy disk. Can you tell I’m working on blog designs? Figured.

In other news, I just realized that this month marks my 2-year blogiversary. How should I celebrate?

Having triumphantly ripped the entrails from her now defeated opponent (Penne Pasta), the champion raises her spoils to the sky in a cry of victory and warning to all who might oppose her.

Other highlights include:

Determining that yes, pasta is subject to the laws of gravity.

Do I have anything in my teeth?

“DONE!”