But I have had *thinking* one nap this year? I think? One nap. And it wasn’t alone. So maybe I just need a nap.

I have grown wise in my old age and learned that every external link MUST be control-clicked or scrolly-wheel clicked, but until tonight I did not have a fear of ‘About’ links. At least, not since 1997.

Thanks for the surprises.

Second photo: 44 minutes without mommy (it went on much longer). Daddy took this photo. We have no idea what was being injected into our son.

Third photo: The way we’ve slept since coming home (taken one day shy of two months old).

Why can’t we just-

<div id=”wrapper”>

<div id=”left”> Left Div</div>
<div id=”right”> Right Div </div>
<div id=”center”> Center Div </div>

<div style=”clear: both;”>Clear it Out</div>

</div>

If your center div comes last it should pop back up to the top, rather than if you make a left div, a center div then a right div. If you put your center div before either of the others it makes the other elements push down because it is a block element.

For equal distribution you simply create your left and right divs either in percentages or hard pixels and then add that much margin left and right to your center div’s styling.

#wrapper {
text-align: center;
margin: 0 auto;
background: #ccc;
color: #fff;

}

#left {
float: left;
width: 30%;
background: #333;
}

#right {
float: right;
width: 30%;
background: #333;
}

#center {
margin: 0 30% 0 30%;
background: #666;
}

If you don’t want them smushed together add extra margin or add padding to that center div. Say I have it set at 30%, just up it to 33%.

Aside from style-sheet failure, what’s the problem?

I’m not really into three-column layouts for the most part- they rarely are executed cleanly, there is just far too much shoved in and given no REAL place, but using a wrapper to place three columns elsewhere (as I did below for my links area) is nice.

I do love him. I feel like I should be accomplishing so much more, but now is just not the time. I can’t seem to convince myself that that’s ok.

I hate that the focus is off in that picture, but I do love that picture.

I keep forgetting that, at least in the version I’m using, you can’t see rounded CSS corners in Internet Explorer. Please do not tell me to switch browsers, I have at least three browsers on my computer, I actually prefer IE the last two years. I know how SLOmg awful it is to everyone who is ‘intelligent’, leave it alone.

Would it be outrageous if when designing a CSS template I used the **// ie thing to use images specifically for IE? Since most of the rest of the world will be able to see the rounded corners? It would affect load time for IE, but… oh well?

I could just go with 90 degree corners, I know, but that’s not what I DESIGNED! And we all know that Echoia don’t play. We also know that Echoia -usually- goes a little graphics-heavy. I wasn’t going to, I was just going to do rounded corners with CSS because for some reason I was working in FireFox … but then remembered they don’t come up in IE (v 8).

Other solutions?

We love you very much and are glad you arrived safely. We would rather you be here with us, though.

Love- Echo, Angel, Veda, Trinity, Zoe & Li

I have gone through a lot of days this winter really regretting the decision to have two dogs. The cold weather has meant fewer walks for them (though between January 1 and February 9 they each walked about 45 miles), snow in the yard which Trinity runs to the door and stops cold at the sight of as if hitting an invisible barrier. With the warmer days this week I love them much better- like Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater and his wives. When the dogs can spend a couple hours in the back yard? I love them soooo much!

Trinity has been endearing herself to me slightly again through her sheer cowardice. She is terrified of many things, and it’s cute as can be because she’s like… how to say this… effing ripped. I look at her and wonder how someone who is so picky about when they go outside can just look like she has cords wrapped around her bones under that skin?! She looks like Kevin Garnett. But bigger.

But then the funnies start-

You can’t help but laugh when Kevin picks the baby up, points him toward Trinity and says in a high-pitched voice, ‘Triiiinnniittyy! I LOOOOVEEEE YOUUU!’ she dives off the bed, charges out of the room with her ears back and her tail tucked in. That baby must’ve pooed on her or something, because she is petrified of him. Especially when his disembodied voice is pointed at her.

And baths? Or grooming period? Yeah, she did pee the table when getting her nails clipped, and girly runs when it’s bath time. A few nights ago Kevin was bathing Zoe (tiny cat)- Trinity climbed into bed and mashed herself against me. Kevin was calling me into the hallway saying, ‘You have to see Zoe’ (she is a sight when she is wet, it is too funny) but I was laughing too hard to get up and told him he had to come see THIS! ‘What is it? I’m busy.’ ‘No- you HAVE TO see this.’

Trinity was shaking so hard the bed was rattling. She was either empathizing too much with Zoe or she was sure she was next. After a couple of minutes she couldn’t take it anymore- she jumped off of the bed and belly-slid her way under it. I think I fell over with the laughter. This is the sort of dog you look at walking toward you and cross the friggin street. Her jaw line looks carved out of the firmest stone. She is my cowardly lion.

Veda is nowhere near as funny as Trinity. She is a calm, quiet puppy most of the time. She doesn’t do silly things and looks rather offended when someone does something that could compromise her dignity. She would never be so proud to wear a pink sweater with a cupcake on it as her little sister is. She watches out for her boys and runs in to check on them when they cry. I have even seen her go into their room at night and check on each of the older two on multiple occasions.

Veda is the one reason I will miss the snowy winter. She loves the snow, and looks absolutely glorious in it. Her thick black coat puffs up a bit and she stands so tall. If there are flakes falling on her? To die for. Even strangers have stopped to tell her how beautiful she is when she is in the snow.

Summer is not her favorite, so for Veda’s sake I’m not running off the cold just yet- and I appreciated the snow that I saw on the ground late last night (still there now).

I guess I love them afterall.

I’m used to living in Houston, Texas, where I would count the months down as soon as May arrived- ‘All you have to do is get through May- May isn’t so bad. Just get through May and then you can focus on June. June’s here, just get through June… ‘ Shockingly it helped a LOT. I would think back how… alright, it’s August and it’s 105 degrees, BUT remember how far away it seemed back in May? That doesn’t seem so long ago, so you know you can get through this… Very, very different from Salt Lake City as far as climate (and many other things) goes. Last year I was bitterly cold in the winter here, the combination of being pregnant and lacking proper shoes for snow really hurt me- I was very miserable. But I wasn’t much looking forward to spring. I knew that spring is just a precursor to summer, which I hate, and so I couldn’t bring myself to look forward to it.

What makes this year so special?! This year, not being pregnant + having snow boots, I didn’t mind the cold anywhere near as much. Coat, snowboots and fleece gloves? I was set. But … there was a baby to take care of, a baby who doesn’t like being in his stroller, who doesn’t like his moby wrap, who doesn’t like much of anything that doesn’t equate to ’snuggled in mommy’s arms with her full attention.’ In order to go for walks many days I had to either listen to him cry and hope that he would learn soon that he was ABSOLUTELY FINE, or feed him, drop him off with daddy, run out the door with a dog, come home, feed, different dog, come home, shower, feed, make dinner.

Miserable. Those have been my only options for getting out to get exercise because I don’t like walking at night alone and it gets dark very, very early here in the winter.

Being that I’m not working right now, almost all day, every day is devoted to my son… lets face it- I am going STIR CRAZY! I am waiting like nobody’s business for the Cherry Trees to start blossoming. After a few days here with temperatures in the 50’s? My mood has improved dramatically. I’ve even gotten in two good walks this week (I’m not currently tracking). Of course I felt the cold winds of a storm breaking through the opening in the kitchen window this afternoon as I prepared lunch, but I just smiled at them. Not much longer for you!

I am definitely eager to get out with my camera, get to the zoo, the aviary, anywhere that lends itself to beautiful pictures, and oh, how I want those cherry trees… !

Please don’t mess that up by making a face, shifting or trying to ‘make’ a picture you think will look good- you’re not looking at you.

This has ruined many, many photographs I’ve tried to take. I know that this is largely something people do to make themselves feel more comfortable in front of the camera- but most people like the pictures I take of them. Don’t tell me that I take good pictures, and that ‘No one ever makes me look good- you make me look good!’ and then flinch and twitch and try to be Cindy Crawford (however irrelevant she is now) when the camera is on you.

Gah.

And sometimes it’s not about you, either- if I’m trying to take a picture of someone else, please do not inject yourself into the mix! We did not ask for you in that photo, it’s not made for you.

The end.