One of the Peanut’s favorite things to do is play on our bed. Especially in the morning when one of us is trying to sleep… the Porkchop is much better about keeping him out of the bedroom when it’s my turn to sleep in (he just loves his Daddy so much, I can’t keep him out!). He loves to stack his toys up there, sitting snuggled next to the dog, sorting puzzle pieces or blocks into separate piles.
And of course the minute I post about the Peanut being a picky eater he goes and decides to bite into an apple. Three bites and he was done, but we were suitably impressed.
The Peanut is once again teething, which means our life is a long slog of drool, the occasional extremely cranked baby and lots of nibbling on anything he can get his hands on.
I was at the dentist this morning (every six months, boo yah) and the hygienist surmised that he’s probably cutting his second molars, in addition to the incisors I think are coming in. Yay, I said, because molars are his FAVORITE thing. She laughed.
I love the entire staff at my dentist’s office. I’ve tried to steal the receptionist – she’s the sweetest, funniest, most entertaining receptionist I have ever met. She’s pushing 60, still wears size 2 and has her hair done every week. Who does that these days?!
The hygienist and I always have a lovely chat about current events – she reads People every Friday, without fail. Today it was the Grammys, Whitney Houston, did they air brush Adele and seriously, why do little boys grow up and have stinky feet?!
Best office ever.
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. 😛
