I have a painfully excellent sense of smell. (During my pregnancy, it was horrible and caused me to gag all the time.) On one hand it’s nice, because it’s seriously contributed to my ability to taste things; on the other hand, when something or someone has an odor, be it offensive or not, I take note.

Normally my adorable son smells delicious. Like babies and baby powder and baby soap – even his breath is sweet – but now he’s eaten guacamole two days in a row and he smells like a pile of garlic.

Of course the Chop can’t smell it at all, so I’m sadly suffering alone.

Currently the Peanut’s favorite foods are chips and guacamole. Yeah… don’t ask. He’s picky to the max. We definitely enjoyed his 15 month checkup where the doctor informed us that while he can feed himself anything, he doesn’t seem to want too.

Lately our dinners out have centered on places where we can get those two things. Oddly chips and guacamole are pretty prevalent across the board, so the Chop and I so far have no complaints.

Although we did discuss today how we’re going to explain to people why we always bring guacamole to parties – even when it’s a sleepover and there’s pizza.

The Chop and I watched Beginners tonight, and aside from being incredibly depressed by how closely Christopher Plummer’s character’s death mirrored my grandmother’s, it was a great movie.

Randomly what we mostly took away from it? Goran Visnjic is very tall; Ewan McGregor has a large head when it’s placed next to Mélanie Laurent’s; and Christopher Plummer is oddly far shorter than we expected. They really do a great job with perspectives in movies – also, Visnjic apparently used to hunch on ER so the other actors would appear taller.

A friend posted a link to this on Facebook tonight, and it was so funny I kept reading. For an hour. Crap.

Tagline: You used to be fun. Now you have a baby.

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.

The minute we leave this guy alone with a computer, the tap, tap, tapping starts. That’s normally when we remember we left a laptop open and run frantically to wherever we left it.

This time it was the Chop’s computer… and the Peanut left a few Ritz cracker crumbs in his wake.

It was bitterly cold today, in the single digits most of the morning, and warming up to the mid-teens by the time we headed out for coffee. I called my mom and suggested she invest in a remote starter for her car when she moves. Oh I have one, she said. That’s good, I wish I did, I replied.

You do, she said. He’s 6′2″ and answers to “husband.”

My mom is funny. :)

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

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.

My awesome husband made pancakes this morning. Then he put the Peanut down for a nap and went to take one himself, sending the rest of us off north.

We broke up the five hour drive with an awesome lunch of poutine and peanut butter frosted cupcakes (super healthy), then after dinner with my dad’s new CEO, we surprised him with a german chocolate cake and whiskey to celebrate his 60th birthday.

So far this trip is going to cost five pounds, lol.