I know, this looks all kinds of different. Basically, Explorer is crashing every time the site loads, and this is a test to see if it’s my theme (too many scripts? maybe?) or if it’s some error with the server. What you’re seeing now is a clean, out-of-the-box, downloaded theme called Typogriph. It should be safe for all browsers. If things are still glitchy and ugly, it’s probably more serious.

So leave me comments if you’re on IE and reading this. I’m going to update this blog post while I hang around. Real time updates. You know how we do.

EDIT 1: Adrienne via FaceBook says success. The rest of you good, too?

EDIT #2: I forgot this delightful little story. Actually, I probably blocked it out. Sunday morning, we’re woken up by Elias and Addie rummaging in the pantry. Which isn’t unusual– Eli is going through his Independent Phase where he picks out his clothes, dresses himself according to the weather (he watches the weather channel, too; I kid you not), packs his lunches, and makes his own breakfast. I’m telling you. Five years old. It’s golden. So we think nothing of it. Time passes. Jason finally goes down to check on them and I hear the worst possible thing ever come out of his mouth: “OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO OH MY GOD OH MY GOD GET UPSTAIRS AND INTO THE BATH NOW WHILE I CLEAN THIS UP!”

I don’t want to know. I do NOT want to know. I have to know.

I get up and the kids are TEARING up the stairs. Elias is in tears. “I was trying to be good,” he sniffles. “I didn’t want to wake you!”

“We were just tryin’ to HEWP!” Addie backs up.

“What happened?” I ask.

Okay, you know how– as a parent, as a human being– you have those moments where you or someone else ALMOST dies? Like– they were so close? And it blows your mind for the rest of the day that everyone made it out of the situation unscathed? And it still scares the F out of you because it COULD have gone down so differently?

Addie and Elias spilled something. I have no idea what. We can’t figure it out. Instead of waking us up, they decided to handle it themselves. So they took all the cleaning products in the ENTIRE HOUSE out and poured them all over the floor, ottoman, and of course, themselves.

We were such bad parents in this regard, because we only did a rudimentary one-time Don’t Touch The Chemicals Under The Sink talk. They had zero interest, even as babies, in getting into them. It never occurred to me that they would use them correctly someday and potentially injure themselves in the process.

They were both fine. Nobody ingested bleach, thank God, or even got too much on their hands. How, I don’t know. There was liters of this stuff on the floor, and very little on them. I was so so so so so freaked out as I washed them off in the tub. Elias was crushed. He was trying so hard to be good and adult, and I had to keep telling him that he wasn’t in Trouble, exactly, we were just terrified because those chemicals can burn or kill you. I very rarely bring out the Kill You thing. Bleach is one. I do not F around with that. You also can get Killed by running out into the street without looking both ways. Those are my biggies.

Addie had no clue why it was bad, but she at least got THAT it was bad, and not to do it again. “I pwommissse,” she sang lightly, pushing her bath toys in the bubbles. Everything is a hilarious game to her. She reacted the same way to not messing with Clorox as she did to not messing up her new dress.

Argh. It’s still giving me all these bad nervous vibes reliving it. I’m so glad they’re fine. I read a book once about parenting that says God always gives you a freebie. This is true. This is SO true. My kids have never seriously injured themselves the first time they attempted something dangerous. It’s always the second. So we can’t have a second here.

EDIT #3: Thanks, Shells, k, and Kyelie! Now all I have to do is… figure out a non-suck theme, I guess.