I’m terribly behind in updating the Phoebe Blog, where I try to document some of my daughter’s activities and accomplishments. That was my foray into blogging, and I still use the same software (iWeb) I started with. It’s somewhat cool in that I can compose everything on my computer and in that it links up automatically with my media files, but it has this irritating feature that doesn’t let you keep some drafts unpublished while you publish others. Since I now have about 10 drafts in various stages of completion, I’m pretty much stuck not publishing any of them till they’re all done. So the family doesn’t get to see what Phoebe’s up to.
Unless, of course, there’s an event like Phoebe’s run-in with the law yesterday morning. Then the whole family somehow learns. (Oh, right, now you want to know. Well, you know how some phones have an emergency number programmed into the speed dial? Did you know some phones have a big, pretty red button that is hooked up to such a number? Did you know that toddlers like to push buttons?)
We’re down at John’s parents for the holiday, by the way. We came down Tuesday night, to avoid the craziness of traffic that happens the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. We’ve driven up to visit John’s dad in the sub-acute care facility each day after Phoebe’s nap. There have been a lot of late nights, too. And yesterday there was a lot of cooking. (We packed up the feast to take up to John’s dad’s.) I made mashed potatoes, delicata squash (which is much safer to cut than KC’s Death Squash), and my famous stuffed pan. (I like stuffing, but not the things that tend to be stuffed with it. So I just make the stuffing.)
Also, at the moment, my feed reader folders are stuffed full of 272 unread messages. (158 of these can be blamed on people I just started reading with NaBloPoMo. Curse you, NaBloPoMoPeople. Curse yooooouuu! Oh, right. I’m guilty of this madness, too. Curse me! Curse meeeeee!) I’m not quite sure when I’ll be able to catch up. Make that “if.”
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so what DO they say at 911 when a toddler calls by accident?
I always think of those commercials from when I was a teenager – for At&T perhaps, where the kid is talking on the phone to some customer service person. “my turtle is BLUE…” and the customer service person is just so nice to the little kid. apparently, kids are the ONLY people that customer service people are nice to….
That’s a great picture. :)
I always wondered what they say if you call 911 by accident too…
Marc called 911 on my cell phone when he was 8 months old. I don’t even have it in speed dial or anything like that. He somehow randomly selected 9-1-1 and then the green phone button. I apologized to the 911 operator, explaining that my son had dialed it by mistake. He asked how old he was, probably meaning to make sure I explained to him how important it was not to call 911 when there wasn’t an emergency, but when I told the person he was only 8 months old, they just said “Oh, okay.”
Shouldn’t that title read “What have you been upside-down to, little girl?”
Meanwhile, you could try importing the Phoebe blog (which is lovely, by the way, I keep picturing her going ‘wow!’ when she is old enough to read it) over to WordPress and then you’d be able to keep drafts.
Stuffed pan, huh? I think stuffing is completely overrated.
And about your feed reader? Hit “mark all read”. You’ll feel liberated, for a few hours anyway.
I’m always afraid the J-Dog will one day accidentally dial 9-1-1. It would be so embarrassing to have law enforcement storm into the house, only to find me on the couch blogging while the toddler’s playing with the phone in the next room.
Sort of like I TOLD J it would be a bad idea to program his folks’ number into our phones here in the UK. Because, when we are having breakfast here and the boys grab the phone to play with it, it’s only 3 AM back home…
painted-
I don’t actually know what they said. I heard the phone start dialing, and quickly grabbed the phone from Phoebe and hung up. (Not realizing what had been dialed, or that the call had even connected.) The phone rang almost instantly, and my mother-in-law answered. It sounds like they were calling to confirm the address. My mother-in-law explained that the call was a mistake, and that a baby had been playing with the phone. But they still had to send someone.
Aimee-
It’s nice to know that others have had this. (I guess it’s harder for them to send someone when it’s a cell phone.)
azahar-
Hee hee. And I have thought about switching the Phoebe blog to WordPress. Though once I do that, it may be easier for my in-laws to stumble across this blog. (It’s not like it’s terribly hidden as it is. But I do write things that my mother-in-law wouldn’t approve of.)
maggie-
I’m actually a big stuffing fan. I like to make it with lots of things added, for a variety of textures: celery, apple, raisins, and nuts.
I’m working my way through my unreads, but only reading a few posts here and there. (I use Safari to read my feeds, to I don’t think I have the “mark all read” options. But I suppose I can just flip over to each feed and move on.)
rima-
Would this be while the preschooler is off for a joyride in the minivan?
Emily-
Speed dial is a dangerous animal. I’ve had Phoebe try to return calls from the caller ID, too. Though at least usually to numbers in the same time zone.