ok ok i'll post something postpartum

baby is here (in my lap as i type)... little baby boy Del (short for Delano, like the president) was born on 6/27/07 at 7:17am after 3.5 days of labor and close to 10 hours of on and off pushing (back labor and psoas muscle issues are a nasty combo). he was born at home, Garvin caught him. 7lbs 12oz, 19in long at birth. 9lbs and 20.5in long at his 2wk checkup this past Wednesday. breastfeeding like a champ, obviously. saw his first movie on Wednesday evening (HP&OOTP, what else?) with Auntie Serena, our family doctor and her family, and the family of one of the other doctors in the practice (10 seats, 11 people including Del, all together). i'll be posting the birth story on the yeungs.us website and putting the link in under the link to family pictures to your right, so it doesn't get buried as I get back to posting more regularly. pictures of Del and the rest of us are already up in in the family gallery tho I haven't added any in about a week now. Will try to add more later today. Need to make some phone calls to settle travel arrangements for Prophecy before I space out again.

Someone else's fantastic blog post

Really, there's only one blog that I generally bother to check regularly that is maintained by a "stranger" (well, at least someone whom I've never met in person and with whom my first contact was via their blog). It's the blog of TheLactivist.com - http://thelactivist.blogspot.com. Her most recent post found here was really something I needed to read after the emotions of the last week (as blogged below and other things not mentioned, at least as of yet - don't worry, Piglet and the rest of the in-house family is fine, as are all of our good friends to the best of my knowledge, and I'm still pregnant tho SO ready not to be anymore at this point, I'm ready to be able to hand the baby to someone else for 5 minutes or so now!).

Weird little coincidences have been cropping up in my life lately and Jen the Lactivist's post is just the latest (well, I've only been awake for about an hour so far today anyway - yes, I'm having trouble sleeping, no I do NOT enjoy being conscious at 6:30am for no necessary reason when my hubby is home and can be delegated care of the toddler so I could sleep more but my body isn't giving me a choice in the matter... please don't let this mean I'm about to bear a morning person! AAAAAAACK! Is that horror music I hear?!?).

Liam's awake (sort of) and spread himself across my lap (using the loveseat's armrest to hold the keyboard)... trying to convince him to go wake up daddy but it's not working. Must go fidget.

I said it in my comment on Jen's blog but I'll say it again here (for myself and for you guys to repeat as needed): You don't need to be Wonder Woman to be a Wonderful Woman.

Live your day in wonder, at least for a few minutes, for me, OK?

Awake too early and really pissed at my spouse

You know, there's a REASON I tell the guy to do things a certain way. Like advising him to discuss Chinese names for this baby back in late February, before his father went to visit his brothers (who speak English better than he does), instead of being an idiot like last time and avoiding the subject until my last month of pregnancy. But no. Mister Conflict-Avoidant couldn't quite seem to bring up the discussion until the last few days, when I'm even CLOSER to my due date than I was when we had the big blow up about Liam's Chinese name (for those who don't already know, the first time they got Garvin's cousin to email me an attempt at spelling it for the birth certificate, the email I got said my firstborn son's name should be Charmin. Yes, exactly like the toilet paper. And it resulted in a big screaming argument over long-distance phone lines and me throwing slippers and such at walls until *I*, in all my resplendant late pregnancy patience, suggested we go with the Mandarin spelling and pronounciation instead, which is how the child came to have Zhuo-Ming on his birth certificate instead of a brand of toilet paper since his DADDY wouldn't fucking stand up and say "NO" to his grandfather about this).

So what's the problem? This time the suggestion for the second character (first is determined by generation) is Yin. For boy or girl. The way that the English-to-Cantonese websites spell the boy version is Cheuk-Yin. Not so bad, right? Here's the problem. When my fluent-Cantonese-speaking in-laws say Liam's name in Cantonese - Cheuk-Ming - it sounds to my English ears like "Chirk-min(g)" (the g is barely there). Now let's say it together with Yin instead of Ming... "Chirk-yin"... sounds an awful lot like "chicken" to me, especially after watching way too much Robot Chicken before going to bed last night (hey, it was the Star Wars special. Twice) and waking up to release a lot more liquid than I usually do into the toilet at 5am, making me wonder if I've sprung a little bit of a amno leak. Then going back to bed and having the baby get the hiccups... which distinctly felt like pecking at my lower uterus.

So I kicked Garvin out of bed at about 5:45 in tears after repeatedly trying to go back to sleep only to visualize giving birth to a baby boy covered in downy little white feathers every time I closed my eyes (ah, the joys of a pregnant brain). His dad is usually up at 5am anyway, I told Garvin that if *I* can't sleep because of something that is quite distinctively and avoidably his fault, there's no fucking way in hell he gets to sleep in either. He's downstairs now talking to his dad (maybe his mom too, don't know if she went into work early today or not). I don't feel the need to be part of the conversation but I swear, if he doesn't come back with some acceptable-to-English-ears options, if this baby is a boy his middle name will be Charles (after my grand-uncle who was the family photographer - sorry, Uncle Chuck, but I don't like your name enough for a first name). And I'm NOT going through the fuss of changing the name birth certificate later. The argument last time about "It's a good name in Chinese" stamp-stamp-stamp-pout-pout (from Garvin's father's end of the conversation - that was about all he'd say on the subject) doesn't hold water. They call Liam by his Cantonese name in public pretty much at every opportunity. I'm NOT having them call my second son what sounds like "chicken" in public. The kid's not growing up in Hong Kong, it's growing up in a ~95% native-English-speaking suburb of Cleveland (and that other very small minority of non-native English speakers are mostly Spanish speakers - if there are more than a handful of non-US-born Asian families in Lakewood I'd be surprised, from what I remember the census said there were ~800 Asians total in the suburb, quite likely including hapas like our kids).

The fact that Garvin's parents WON'T be refering to a second grandson by his English nickname doesn't help matters at all - the name we have picked out is Delano, Del for short... well... Del sounds like the Cantonese word for "throw away" (aka disposable). So they'll likely be relying on the Chinese name even more than they do for Liam (who I'd estimate gets called Cheuk-Ming about a quarter of the time by them, when they're just around the house... when we went out to lunch with their Cantonese-speaking friends from church, it was more like 80% of the time at least).

I consider myself a very patient preggo that my husband is not severely bruised at this point in time. I didn't even smack him repeatedly with the pillow. Especially considering that Liam was projectile vomiting last night for no decernable reason, setting off the mama hormones and preggo nose quite nicely, part of the reason that I didn't get to sleep until after 1:30am in the first place... so all this is on about 3.5hrs sleep (minus a bathroom trip and wake-up-in-pain-with-a-shin-splint in there somewhere).

Pregnancy stuff

Well, Clare's creating a Blessingway for me based upon a book our family doctor lent us (Clare sees the same doctor, we love you Dr. Jenny - you're so cool!). As she's been telling folks about it (it's the afternoon of June 2nd at our place - if you know where I live, are reading this, and didn't get an invite, consider yourself invited - not that many people actually read this thing!) they've been asking about gifts. I had explicitly said that I don't expect gifts in the traditional "baby shower" sense, but apparently people REALLY like shopping for babies so I broke down and did a baby registry. Then I did two more. So if you're wondering what kind of things we actually need for this second baby, you can find the registries on Babies R Us, Target, and Amazon.com. The thing that really got me to make the registries wasn't so much expecting people to get things for us, but because BRU and Target both give 10% off items you purchase for yourself off the registry around when the baby is born, and Amazon is having a special going on until the 31st that if you create a registry with 15 or more items and keep it there for at least 2 weeks, they'll send you a coupon code for 25% off one item shipped from Amazon.com. Since they also have the best price by at least $30 on the swing we'd like for downstairs, and free shipping (and no sales tax since they're not in Ohio), I'm planning to use the coupon for that and basically get it half off MSRP. It'll probably be what the baby sits in while I eat dinner, at least while it's small (because eating with a sling on, while possible, isn't fun to do on a daily basis). We have a similar (though more brightly colored) version of that swing that I got at a garage sale when Liam was small and it was the only swing he'd consistently tolerate for more than 5min (frequently he'd start fussing and I'd switch it to swing the other way - front-back or side-to-side - and the change in direction would buy me a few more minutes to finish the dishes or something).

If you want a fun guessing game to play, go check out the Target registry and try to figure out how the items relate to the baby/birth. I swear they all do ;) Even the toilet seat. Seriously, if anyone is feeling a little Fred & George Weasley moment coming on, I really would like the toilet seat as a gift. And not just because of the glee I'd take writing into the baby book in the "gifts received" section!

Clare asked me if I'm afraid of anything with this pregnancy... honestly, in the traditional "what if" list, there's really nothing that has me worried. I'm convinced that anything that might happen in this pregnancy wouldn't have been prevented by my going a different route (well, ok, I *could* be eating better... I had more than 3 servings of ice cream yesterday because the temperature was close to 90 and Garvin's not got the window AC installed yet.. then I had a plain donut and a half for breakfast this morning... urg). The whole home or hospital thing really doesn't factor into it, and the decision to birth at home has nothing to do with my needle phobia (tho it's nice to not even have to worry about someone running interference with the hospital staff this time around). It's really based upon logical conclusions (not even really emotions, tho they factor in) that home is the best place for a healthy mother to birth a healthy baby. My tumbleblog has links to the online research I've done, plus I've done a lot of "paper reading"... there is no conclusive evidence anywhere that birthing at a hospital is safer for moms or babies (the research that says otherwise counts as "intentional home births" babies born in cabs on the way to the hospital and teenagers who give birth at prom and put their babies in the dumpster - no, I'm not kidding, they just looked at birth certificate data that indicated the location of birth and the mom/baby's condition when the certificate data was submitted, it's a really horribly designed piece of "research").

Really, the only thing that I'm REALLY afraid of is going into labor and having no one available to watch Liam. My father-in-law is NOT an option (his lack of childcare skills and a few other concerns prevent me from fully relaxing when he's taking care of Liam - I only ask him to watch Liam when there is no other option, but if I can't relax enough to *nap* while he's watching the child downstairs because I'm too wound up, how am I supposed to *birth* if he's the only one watching Liam?). My real deepest fear with this pregnancy is that I'll go into precipitous (translation: fast) labor before school is out, home alone with Liam and my father-in-law, and wind up calling 911 just to have ANYONE ELSE to deal with Liam while I birth the baby (I'd sooner catch it myself with paramedics in attendance than go into a germy ambulance to a germy hospital and have to lay flat on my back on a germy gurney). As long as Garvin's home, I can climb in the tub and slow down labor the same way I did with Liam when the CNM was busy with other patients (I swear, I would have birthed within an hour or so of arriving at the Loudoun Birthing Inn if she'd stayed in the room, and the only thing that held off the dialation was being in the tub) until the midwife, grandmothers, and other invited guests arrive to help with things. None of the currently "yes, please I'd like to be there" folks is more than a 30min drive and all have cell phones (Sabrina, do you want to be called since obviously Kathryn and I no longer run the risk of laboring within days of each other? Not sure I'd be able to hold off for you to get here if I labor as quick after it becomes conclusively labor since 2nd babies usually go quicker than first, but I'd love to have you present again if you want to be).

That's really the only thing that worries me. Not shoulder dystocia (way to resolve that=get mama to change positions), not cord around the neck (summersault the baby out through the cord, don't cut the cord until after the placenta is born so the baby gets extra oxygenated blood), not even cord prolapse (which considering how low this baby is riding already, it's unlikely to be an issue, especially since no one will be breaking my water early for me... but if it DID happen somehow, elevate my butt and get me the 3 blocks to the hospital) or placental abruption (can happen just as easily in the hospital, in fact with pitocin it's more likely and pitocin isn't administered in homebirths). We're litterally 5 minutes, door to door, from the hospital - I'd be there faster than the doctor would be, and if we suspected any SERIOUS problems we'd call so they'd be getting ready while we were on our way there. Maternal hemorrage is extremely unlikely in an intervention-free birth (especially when no one messes with the umbilical cord until after the placenta is born and baby starts breastfeeding immediately), but same issue that we could be at the hospital in plenty of time for them to deal with it if the first steps (abdominal massage, compression, etc) weren't immediately effective, and the "first aid" for it can be continued while I'm in the minivan on the way to the hospital anyway.

Really, I'm not feeling afraid of issues that are just birth related... I'm worried about issues that I face because I'm a stay-at-home mom to a toddler, and I don't know my neighbors as well as I think I should. These issues are resolvable, and I plan to work on getting to know my neighbors better in the next week, so I can ask them to help in case I *do* go into labor while home alone. Then I really will be pretty much fearless about this pregnancy/birth. I think a lot of people that I tell that I'm absolutely not afraid of giving birth think I'm either ignorant of all the things that "can go wrong" or that I'm planning to get an epidural as soon as I'm 3cm dialated or something. Others hear I'm planning a homebirth and assume that I'm doing it based upon touchy-feely/anti-establishment "reasons" and occassionally try to talk me out of it (not kidding) for the "sake of the baby" or say "don't be a martyr" (those ones only happen when Liam isn't underfoot demanding Mama's attention, as when he's underfoot it's really easy to point out that I've already done this unmedicated once). I'm truly more comfortable with the idea of an unassisted (meaning: no midwife present, not entirely alone!) birth than I am with a hospital birth in my situation. If we really do wind up having 5 kids (which is the number *I* think I want, Garvin says 3), I wouldn't be suprised if at least one of them wound up arriving before the midwife did, intentionally or not. Main problem is the difficulty of seeing what I'm doing and Garvin not being entirely sure of what he's doing (tho that'll change after this birth - sometimes he listens TOO well to me, I *ment* I didn't want him staring at my crotch and forgetting the rest of me existed when Liam was born, not that he wasn't allowed to so much as GLANCE DOWN as our child emerged from my body!).

Now if it would just go back to temps in the upper 60s/lower 70s... *pant* And I think I've consumed too much calcium, keep getting a shin splint in my left leg and it's sending pain all the way up to the groin on that side... not fun. But also not necessarily 100% pregnancy related.

No, I'm not always as calm as I sound over the phone

Didn't want this to be in the same post as saying welcome to the baby, even tho it's triggered this post directly. Now that he's out and from the sounds of it healthier than they even expected while Kathryn was laboring, I can let my breath out a little... Yes, Sabrina, I was containing my impulse to go spaz and I hid it from you because I knew you didn't need the extra stress, but someone due almost exactly when I am going into labor has/had me a little freaked out - in ways that are entirely MY issues and not anything to do with what Kathryn's family was dealing with. No, that DOESN'T mean you shouldn't have called me, I just tapped into my other supportive friends here (THANK YOU SERENA AND CLARE!!!!!!) and of course, Ravenclaw that I am, research research researched issues. The fact that we're planning a homebirth makes premature/preterm labor a bigger deal than for someone who had been planning a hospital birth all along - if this baby comes before June 9th (the day after school is out and when I am "officially" 36 weeks), it'll "have to" be in the hospital. I was watching Liam's birth video (finally figured out where it was on the computer - in a completely logical place that required I used the system search to find it of course) and while able to see that it was a really good hospital birth, there were so many unnecessary things that happened during it (including the nurse-midwife's verbal play-by-play commentary - yes, dearheart, I do have nerve endings that are firing just fine since they're not medicated, I know the head is out, if you don't want the rest of the baby flying out at warp speed and doing a bunjee jump toward the floor please shut your mouth, get your hands in position and STOP DISTRACTING ME! --- then the TWO times the suctioned him even tho he was crying quite lustily and not a gurgle to be heard, nice and pick, and BOTH times it interrupted him as he was just about to nurse... the fact that there were more strangers in the room than people I knew [5 hospital nurses vs. the CNM, my hubby, and my 2 friends], the big bright light they turned on in my face and having to rush to put plastic under my butt and move the bed/chair AGAIN right in the last few pushes... none of this was for my or Liam's benefit and it was REALLY annoying). As good as it was, as compared to the American standard of birth told via TLC's a Baby Story, it was still so disrupted and manipulated. The only way I'm letting that happen again is if there is a real medical indication (such as premature labor, or signs that the baby or I need closer monitoring). Yes, I'm going to pre-register at the hospital and make sure they have all the records accessible just in case, but I'm doing everything in my power to avoid going there. And I'm still freaking out about Garvin being more than 30 minutes away from me. And I'm having mild panic attacks about going into labor (early or on time or late!), being alone in the house with Liam and not being able to reach ANYONE on the phone to help except the 911 operator. I really need to get to know my new neighbors better. I swear, I'd catch the baby myself if the paramedics could hold Liam back from climbing on me while I pushed if there was no other medical reason to be at the hosptial, but the idea of birthing ALONE with the 3yo ANYWHERE (hospital or home or whatever) has me bugging out. Damn pregnancy hormones.

In other news, pictures from Liam's birthday party Saturday are up on our photos website (link at right). He and the other 2 kids that went to the movie (via the public transit train, no less) did REALLY well at the movie. I actually had less audio/focus difficulties than I did when Clare, Bryan, Garvin and I went to see Ghost Rider (when some old lady behind us kept saying "what'd he say?" every 2 minutes and "is he still the ghost rider" in between, totally disregarding the death glares I kept shooting her way). The movie is cute, but the plot is much less solid than the prior two movies. I do really like the resolution of the movie, and the kick-butt princess part is by far the best part of the movie (it comes near the end, of course). Large (diet) movie soda + popcorn + 8mos pregnant = very surprised that I made it through the movie without mad-dash to the bathroom (which was upstairs and on the other side of the lobby - eek!). Really proud of my son making it through his first feature-length in-theater film without running circles around the seats. He hadn't been into a theater since Goblet of Fire (I took him to a "Mommy & Me" screening of it with a friend), the last movie he'd SAT through in a theater was Shrek 2, funny enough (he was a couple months old at the time and incapable of independant locomotion - that helped). We may actually take him to see Order of the Phoenix the second time we see it in the theater (must see it without toddler distraction the first time, hopefully I'll have a newborn distracting me by then tho as it comes out a week after I'm due... I WILL see it opening day even if I'm still pregnant tho!).

In the last week (including yesterday) I actually broke down and created baby registries at Babies R Us and Target too, in case any of my dear readers are curious. The Target one should be extra amusing to look at - yes, every item on there DOES directly benefit the baby, you get to guess how... Especially since there's a toilet seat on the registry. I'm not joking, I'd actually really like to receive that particular item as a gift, and I'd put every single thing on both registries to use. At least at this point, every item is directly related to this birth/baby. Since I found out Target also does what Babies R Us does (which I didn't know about when I was pregnant with Liam but Clare says they did it when she did her wedding and baby registries) and gives the registry-maker 10% off items they purchase themselves after the "event" that they didn't receive as gifts, I may add a few more items that are less baby-related, but they are housewarming type things. In other words, don't be surprised to see power tools and adult-sized towels get added. Other things the baby could actually use are soft leather shoes (I found two pairs at Target yesterday that I could scan, but more would be nice) in solid neutral colors (cream, black, browns especially) - I didn't figure out the use of infant shoes until Liam was over 6mo and got really dilligent in his I-will-remove-these-socks efforts, but given that I'm now going to be outnumbered by kiddos while Garvin's at school (and Liam's enough to keep 5 adults busy and distracted at once all by himself), it makes sense to try to keep feet covered on colder days and such. Robeez is a good (if pricy) brand - the all-leather sandals Liam wore were that brand and the soles wore better than the ones from Target that I got him. Aside from the plain ones, this pair of course really caught my eye. I think the harliquin ones were Starchild shoes - that's a UK website, not finding a US one (I bought them off of a local mom who resells them. This particular pair off their website would likely be very popular with Garvin since he loved the 50% mommy 50% daddy outfit Liam had when he was tiny so much (and *I* like that the "50% mum" is on the RIGHT shoe ;) LOL). Too bad it's international shipping, not sure what the monetary conversion rate is right now. I'd be tempted to get them myself, even with international shipping and a less favorable exchange rate. We also stumbled upon what in the US is called "gdiapers" and I'm fascinated - this looks like a REAL eco-friendly diapering alternative because it minimizes washing (which is why in real examinations of the enviornmental impact, cloth diapers don't come out much ahead of disposables) and the "disposable" part is flushable/compostable. Very cool stuff. And it means if I forget the darn thing in the diaper bag after a change, it's not nearly as likely to be a problem as a full-cloth diaper (this was the major barrier to even really attempting cloth when Liam was small, I'd leave things in the diaper bag for a month at a stretch and that would be BAD with a dirty cloth diaper!) - the non-disposable part that can come in contact with pee/poop is supposed to air-dry in 10 minutes, and it's small enough to stick that bit in my pocket instead of the diaper bag or clip it to my purse or something while it dries if I need to rinse it out in a public bathroom instead of falling into the bowels of our "kiddos" backpack (ah, the unmentioned joys of breastfeeding and not needing an insulated obviously baby-specific diaper bag).

Piglet Movie is not distracting Liam anymore at the minute, better stop typing.

gotta love the random stuff left open on the computer

Came into the playroom this morning to find a picture of
this pie pan open on my computer. Cute.

Really tired today but trying to get things accomplished around kiddo(s) (going to be having at least one other kiddo here today while her mom has an appointment, possibly a second if our little friend we shared our pink eye with flames up too much for the childcare folks, she was here yesterday). I've managed to get photos transfered to the photo website (and corrected the link in the sidebar at right). And thought I'd post one that Garvin took of me on Mother's Day here for blog reader amusement...


I swear, I don't think I look that huge in the mirror... no wonder people keep treating me like I'm about to have a little bungee jumper hanging between my legs whenever I make a waddle-sprint to the bathroom!

Oh, and some other amusements, I've finally signed up for a YouTube account, my screenname is Dragonmama2Monkey. There are 2 short videos of Liam up there (one is pretty cruddy as it was with my cell phone's video camera).

Fetal Pornography

Well, went for the mid-semester ultrasound today. Different tech but she agrees with the first trimester tech (who is on maternity leave) that I'm due more than a week earlier than I think (conveniently enough they gave me a due date that exactly matches up with ovulating 14 days after my LMP - exceedingly unlikely given I've never had an unmedicated regular menstral cycle, worse since Liam was born, and my "average" cycle was around 40 days, hence the Dollar Tree ovulation predictor tests we were using to concieve this kidlet). Luckily my doctor, who knows me well and knows that I do keep track of things such as this (I bring in the calendars, dude), set the due date in my chart to a mid-point between what going by the ovulation test says and what the US says, hence we have 7/7/07 as the due date for the ticker above. I just really don't want to get nagged about getting induced when I don't even think my due date has passed yet.

On to the fetal pornography promised in the title. The tech also claims that this is a male fetus. Personally, I think she got a shot of the umbilical cord (she was shooting directly down from the butt on a rather elderly looking 2D machine - I'd date it as minimum 5 years old, being generous - she said the machine was capable of 3D but really didn't do it well, 3D has been available since 1987 according to wikipedia so the darn thing could be well over a decade old). To support my hypothesis, I present the "money shots" from this fetus and from Liam - note that I am allegedly more than 20wks now (I say 19wks 2 days) and Liam's ultrasounds didn't give us a conclusive gender until 36 weeks (the scan was done exactly a month before he was born, when I was sent to confirm that he was, in fact, head down as I had told the midwife I was positive he had been since the last time they scanned me at 29 weeks, which had been to get a clear shot of his face, since he hadn't cooperated at the 18wk scan - kept his arm in the way and wouldn't roll over - and had been too small at the 6wk scan I'd had to figure out my due date THAT time since LMP would have had them pushing me for an induction by HIS actual due date).

Here is Piglet's money shot (the bright white labels are mine):

And here's Liam's:

(the penis is the little round thing directly to the left of the word "penis")

So why am I so certain that the first one is umbilical cord? Well.... let's just say that none of the males in my family that I've seen nude (including my two younger brothers) would qualify as having porn-star potential, and the proportions indicated in the Piglet's ultrasound are *ahem* greater than the proportions Liam gets when he has a full-on toddler boner.

I'm not saying that it's definately NOT a boy, just that I'm pretty sure that's not a penis even if there might be scrotum next to it... and the tech didn't really get a chance to conclusively rule out the other bits being labia - Piglet wasn't being cooperative (kept laying with hir back to my front and refusing to turn).

Anyway, here are the more general-interest images...

Profile (face is on the far right of the triangle area, for those completely unfamiliar with reading these blots):


Another profile, with fist in the shot (especially for "mean, angry" Uncle Eric):

And here's what I look like as of about 2 hours ago:




The most important thing verified in this ultrasound (apart from all the necessary-for-life-and-health bits being present) is that there is, in fact, only one fetus present. I'm showing as much now as I was at about 7 months gestation with Liam which had me rather worried!

new ticker, which you probably already noticed

Since it's colorful and ABOVE what you're reading right now, you've probably already spotted the change I made to this blog's header - very cool little tool I stumbled upon with my regular (well, for me in my non-linear way of being regular as in being my regular self) googles for week-by-week pregnancy pictures and such. Maybe I'll actually visit my own blog occasionally ;) Oh, and Sabrina, hopefully this is enough to tell you to show Katherine the tool in case it would also amuse her - you'd just gone off to bed when I found it and I'm likely to forget to tell you verbally. You know how it is... ;)