Tired

I feel like a real parent!  Peanut is teething pretty badly, so her sleep is all messed up.  So my sleep is also all messed up.  It is the suck.

I brought her in with us last night.  The sequence of her sleep was: Put in soother and go to sleep; Be unable to breath because mucus and take out soother; cry, have sore teeth and want to chew on something; start over

But she sure is cute.

All quiet

It's 6:30, which is the smack dab middle of the hour between when I wake up and when The Project Manager and Peanut wake up.  It's very quiet, only the dumb cats are rampaging around.  The eldest, the flat headed cat, is totally deaf these days, but she's doing fine otherwise.

Work on the house is coming along fine, and we're slowly working our way through one room at a time to finish things.  That means that today I should get some paint onto some crown moldings before I get them installed... -goes to check whether he has white paint- I have white paint.

So if I can get even a little painting done while Peanut has her nap, that will be awesome.  I have to paint while she naps because the painting takes place in the garage, right?  Thus is my life.

Tonight is also the Project Manager's staff Christmas Party, which is so like Fezziwig's Christmas Party as to blow your mind.

So that's what is what!

Oh wait, work.  Work is totally awesome.  We're restructuring a bit, and giving me a bit more responsibility.  But like just a tiny tiny bit.

Peanut can walk, though she's nervous about it, she can say a lot of things but only in her own language, and she still sleeps like a boss.