Please follow us over to the new blog:
http://mytornadoalley.wordpress.com/
The archives have been copied over there, so if you’re just joining us, you won’t miss a thing.
Tornado Eirinn is going to be replaced with a younger, more interesting version.
The blog, that is. The kid will soon be complemented with a younger, equally interesting version.
The T.E. blog has served its purpose well. I’ve had a place to brag and vent and enquire about all things Eirinn, which is exactly what it was designed to do. But in 3 short months (short, short months) we will have a new blessing in our home. And I will, naturally, want to brag and vent and enquire about all things New Baby. Technically, I don’t think anyone would object to me doing that here but, being certifiably A.R. (anal retentive), I have a problem relaying New Baby stories on a blog named after Eirinn. I just don’t think it’s fair to New Baby stories.
So I have a new blog in the works. It’s going to be very similar to Tornado Eirinn in that the meat of the content will be my day-to-day adventures in parenting. But the difference will be that I will have more freedom with the posts. I will be writing about Eirinn, New Baby, Bosco, and also some totally un-parenting related quips. Occasionally I have something interesting to say that doesn’t involve tantrums, milestones or poopy diapers. Or peeing on the floor in front of the potty while reading a book about using the potty after being asked ten times if she had to pee and even if she doesn’t have to pee, could she please sit on the potty just in case. But I digress.
Anyway, this is just a warning to my legions of fans, couple of readers, mom that starting later this week, all of the Tornado Eirinn content will be moved to the new blog, which is called My Tornado Alley. I will keep Tornado Eirinn open with a link to the new blog, just in case you forget.
http://www.treehousetv.com/kids/index.asp
We have spent hours on this site today. Anonymous Husband is painting Eirinn’s new big girl room, so I had the sole responsibility of entertaining a finicky toddler with suspected ADHD. We have watched Happy Feet, played AH’s drums, made Rice Krispie squares, eaten two square meals, snacked on Goldfish crackers and bananas, cruised the basement on various ride-on vehicles, had a (brief) nap, and played every single game on the Treehouse website. All of them. A couple of them we have played so many times I found myself begging her to pick another game. But she loved them and they are good, clean, educational fun so we played until she ran upstairs to bother Anonymous Husband while he’s knee deep in ceiling, trim, door and wall paint.
I should probably stop typing and go and rescue her him.
