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. 🙂
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.
I’ve been reading blogs for almost seven years now. Some come and some go, which seems to be the nature of the beast. It’s hard to keep blogging year after year, especially as your life changes, you add family, kids, etc. New ones come along and they’re interesting and your RSS reader fills up, and suddenly you’re having to categorize them by genre and schedule time to sift through and read. If you miss a day, the output can become overwhelming and then you only focus on your favorites.
2011 seemed a rough year for bloggers I love, bloggers who are well known and beloved (and hated) by thousands and thousands of people. A divorce. A sale. A stalker. Another divorce. And now a trial separation, which is oddly the worst of the bunch.
On one hand, it makes no sense that this would affect me as much as it does. I don’t know any of these people in person. We will, I’m sure, never meet. But I know their families, I read about their lives. I share their ups and their downs. I know the names and ages and birth weights and favorite foods of their children. I mourn when they lose family members and rejoice when a new child enters the house. I feel a kinship for them and theirs.
It’s the price you pay, I think, for reading the thoughts of others. You become invested, so much so that when the family unit separates, it’s as if your family unit has separated.
And so Heather and Jon, know that we share in your sadness and wish you the very best, together or separate.
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For over two years I’ve only had decaf coffee in the house. First I was pregnant, then I was nursing and then the smallest bit of caffeine made me insane. I’d still drink a small pot of coffee every morning or so, but it was always decaffeinated.
Over the weekend I finally broke down and bought regular coffee… and wow, I have really missed it. Even though the Chop and I regularly visit Starbucks, there’s nothing like having caffeine at the crack of dawn when the Peanut wants to play. I almost feel bad remembering how many mornings I’d “play” with him before the Chop woke up, trying desperately to keep my eyes open and my brain working.
We have a pretty good schedule worked out – we trade off waking up with him every morning. Some days that means 5AM, some days it’s 730AM – the only constant is that after two hours, we switch. The Chop usually heads straight back to bed when his shift is over, but about 50% of the time I stay awake and start work. The Peanut normally goes down for his nap 3-4 hours after he woke up, so I can usually knock out a four hour stretch. Then when he wakes up, the Chop takes over and I go between working and play for the rest of the day.
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.”
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. 😛
