Well, we've reached another embarrassing parenting milestone - Dylan launched himself off of our bed this morning and now has a lovely shiner. (He landed in a pile of clothes and was playing normally within about three minutes, so no trip to the ER for us. Just some ice and ibuprofen and a lot of desperately assuring the daycare staff that we didn't hit him and we're not usually that negligent and we're so so sorry please give him back at the end of the day and we'll try to take better care of him really please.)

There is very little that makes you feel like a substandard parent as when your kid hurts his or her ownself. And then you want to tell everyone, "But he/she did it him/herself!" and then you worry about sounding like the textbook child beater, but you don't want to ignore it because who ignores a shiner or a huge goose-egg on a kids head?

I....Okay, I'm feeling stupid, but Aims is the Empress, yes? Only - with a new name? Or has the new name been there for ages and I never saw? Or, or what? OMG! Is this a parallel world? Or a virtual reality game? Because it's not like there's any lack of Amys (Amies?) here in Buffistaland. We are far from Aimless. We are, indeed, well and truly Aimed.

head explodes

Aims = Aimee = Empress Starborn, yes.

I just hope the bruise is gone by this weekend or it will be in ALL THE PASSOVER PICTURES.

Yep, that Aims is the Empress that we used to call Aims even when it wasn't her name.

And if all those others had just renamed themselves Mildred or Ethel or something we wouldn't have this problem. It worked with the Davids!

No, no, I know we used to call her Aims (and I recall the origins of the title Empress, and know that Mrs Joe can take of her knickers without remover her PJ bottoms, and I know what day it is, and that I have a brother called Nathan Petrelli and superpowers and...no, hang on) but - when did the namechange thing happen?

(amych, I must confess I always think of your nom de guerre as 'amitch' in my head. And Askye as 'ask ye'.)

...not that askye is an amy, obviously. But...yeah, actually I didn't have a point. Um. Did I mention that I'm making peanutbutter-chocolate fudge right now? Um. Oooh, something shiny!

And if all those others had just renamed themselves Mildred or Ethel or something we wouldn't have this problem. It worked with the Davids!

It's like the Dr Seuss poem!

Did I ever tell you of Buffistas.org
Who had twenty-three posters all name named Any or Dave(id)?

Hm, doesn't scan as well as the original.

In meatspace, people call me Aims, too. Just to be confusing.

Jessica, that's the worst. Poor noodle! But it happens, believe me. And it will most likely happen again. Remind me to tell you the awesome story about Ben cracking his head open on the coffee table at three (the blood! good gods) and the ER doctor who wanted to know why he was jumping on the couch.

Um, because he's THREE? And we forgot to let him play in traffic that day?

The truly best, though, was him at eighteen months catapulting himself into the chair by (ground-floor) window in the office to see the garbage trucks. And promptly going right through the screen, into the bushes, in nothing but diaper and onesie. ::nods::

I want to let you all know that I made a serious effort to get my taxes done this weekend, but the stupid mmmmfmfffdfmsmf tax software didn't have anyplace for me to enter one state's income, and the software that I used last year, which let me do part-year resident returns with no problem, now wants to charge me thirty dollars per state!

Needed to let off the steam there. Will have to figure something out tonight, though the paper return for VA looks even more confusing!