little she-who-is: G-mommy, my baby has leprosy! How can I make it stop? Her nose is about to fall off!

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The girls are having a great time with G-mommy, or as the divine miss M calls her, Me-Mommy. They’ve spent the day playing hide-and-seek and hospital (see aforementioned) while R and I picked up the bassinet we’re borrowing and ran a few other errands. We’re slowly getting ready.

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Miss M is much much better, but she’s still waking up around 2:30—about 6 hours after her evening Motrin wears off. Coincidence? We see the molars poking through; in fact the top right one is four sharp points at the moment. ~Ouch~

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I’m not sleeping well these days. My back gets very stiff at night. Bleh.

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G-mommy picked up the wrong laptop at airport security and didn’t realize it until she got here. She left various messages with the airline and TSA. R took a different approach, working his voodoo on the laptop itself to track down its owner. Within 15 minutes of digging on the computer and then googling, he had the man’s cell phone number. That’s both cool and scary. It was like watching a nerdier version of CSI. “He doesn’t use this computer very often… he doesn’t work for a large company…” etc.

Along those same lines, I finally got most of the goodies shipped for my commenters. I lacked one address, but I knew the person’s profession and hometown. So I got her business address via google. My creative problem-solving was thwarted when USPS.com didn’t recognize it as a valid address, though, so I am having to resort to the old-fashioned method: e-mailing her.

Yes, e-mail is the old-fashioned option.

What a world!