I’m currently working on a behemoth of a site – over 1500 products and loads of customization. I enjoy aspects of sites like this, but the mind-numbing detail work of organizing the content into CSVs to upload it into the site is enough to drive me mad. Particularly when the images they sent don’t correlate to the product IDs. Which means the uploads fail and I have to try and assess if the image was named incorrectly or if they just forgot to send it. Sigh. Is it really so hard to send what I need, in the way I need it?

So I’m taking a break and shopping kid’s clothing sales. I’ve been stalking my three favorite (but way too expensive unless deeply discounted) stores: Polarn O Pyret, Jacadi and J. Crew Cuts. And aside from the cutest pair of Christmas pajamas (I shop ahead) and four shirts, I snagged a pair of red jeans I’ve been coveting for the Peanut for $17.

I know, I know, you’re all impressed and you totally care. :P

We took the Peanut to get new shoes today. He went up a size and a half, and when we stood him up after putting the new ones on, he smiled hugely.

Ah now he gives me a smile, said the sales lady, it must feel nice to not have to curl your toes!

Parenting fail.

It’s been a party the last couple of days. Short naps, tears and not our usual happy-go-lucky baby. Fortunately the Peanut has three molars and two front bottom teeth that have broken through… but there is one extremely swollen gum housing his last molar.

Today was a better morning.

But by the middle of the day, the pain had returned.

Amazingly I think being out in the cold helped… plus he got to watch cars close up, his most favorite thing to do.

We finally got some winter snow, about five inches that the Peanut could really care less about. He loves going outside (mainly so he can get closer to watching cars), but he did not enjoy a) his new snow boots, b) his snow suit coat and c) our suggestions that he “walk” in the snow. He went down on his butt a couple of times, but it was when he fell hands first and got snow inside his coat that he decided it was bullshit.

Cracked had an interesting article about growing up poor. Reading it reminded me once again how lucky I was to have the parents I do. Even when they drive me insane. :)

As we were watching the Broncos get slaughtered (go Pats!) and working (a usual Saturday night), we suddenly heard the loud crack of shattering glass. After realizing it wasn’t a cat being an idiot, we gingerly walked around the house, trying to find the source of the sound.

The inner pane of our double-paned bathroom window had shattered completely, with a fine mist of glass coming through the screen onto the floor. We walked around outside (I was positive something hit the house), but the outer window was perfectly fine. So yeah, that’s fun. Tomorrow will now involve attempting to catch shattered glass in a box, while standing on a ladder, in 20 degree weather, while the other one tries to prevent it from falling inside.

My friend J now thinks our house is possessed, and frankly, she’s probably right. A flood, a pipe leak and now a randomly exploded window – seriously?

One positive.. we finally took the tree down – the Peanut enjoyed the lights.

I’m trying the Chop’s sister’s pulled pork recipe for the first time… it called for a slow cooker and I’m employing an oven, so we’ll see how that works. I’m hopeful, with a side of wait-and-see. The Chop was instructed to bring home rolls and dill pickle slices from the store and instead he brought home rolls and hot & spicy pickle & pepper slices. WTH? He hates pickles anyway, so it’s not like he’s going to eat them… his thought process? Those pickles you liked when my sister made them were spicy. No they weren’t, they were Bubbies. Sigh.

Which I can’t find around here, so that makes me sad.

In other news, we’ve had crazy wind today and one of our trees broke in half and landed in the street. I’m a little concerned that we’ll get home after game night tonight and find a tree through our living room. The Chop assures me this won’t be the case, but seeing as how he isn’t an engineer or in any way interested in the outside, his opinion doesn’t hold much weight in this arena. :P

Today the Peanut removed his diaper (his poopy diaper) while standing in the kitchen.

It is entirely possible we are now screwed.

The Peanut had his 15 month well visit today, and after we found out he’s still growing like a weed (1.5 inches in three months), the nurse stabbed him three times for his vaccinations.

There is literally nothing more depressing than watching your child scream and sob in shock and pain. It’s traumatizing for both of us.

In even! better! news I got the estimate for my car… My sad, pathetic skills are going to cost me 1000 bucks to fix. Fail.

I believe I’ve maybe slept 16 hours in four days. I am beyond exhausted and have slipped into crazy manic person mode. Which means I’m a) completely bonkers and b) incapable of driving a moving vehicle.

Hence the shredded tire and scratched wheel well that now adorn my car. Apparently trying to back out a long vehicle (Flex), in the dark, when it is full to the brim with people is not in the manic person’s skill set.

It’s all very sad for me, but fortunately this guy was adorable enough to make me feel better.