I am now officially in possession of a brand-new pink iPod Nano.  The one I ordered off eBay Friday morning didn’t work out – I got notifications Saturday morning that my money had been refunded.  Out of stock.  In other words, the dumbass running the auction didn’t know what he was doing and ended up selling items he didn’t have.

ANYWAY, I had been so pumped about it that I decided to go buy one from our local Sam’s Club (marginally cheaper there than anywhere else).  And lo, it is fantastic.  Like I told my sister this morning, I had no idea that my life used to suck.  Ha!

I’m still figuring it out (meaning N is getting frustrated with me for not intuitively understanding All Things Computer the way that he does – sorry you married a computer dummy, babe), but I think I will eventually get the hang of it.  I tell you, though, stuff like this makes me feel incredibly stupid.  When I was perusing iTunes last night I suddenly began to have the overwhelming feeling of OMG I DON’T GET IT that I used to feel in my high school algebra class.  Ack.

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In non-me related news, AE is back from his grandparents’ house.  For this week at least.  Poor nomadic child is leaving again this weekend for another two-week stay.  (We do love him and raise him ourselves, I promise!!!  It just worked out best this way!)  I think he was very glad to be home, and even glad to see his sister.  He played with her more on Saturday upon his return than he has in her whole life.

And as for Miss T, her willful stubbornness at bedtime continues to amaze me.  She is doing MUCH better, don’t get me wrong, but we’re still not in as good of a pattern as I had hoped to be at this point.  (It took two days to sleep-train AE.  TWO.  DAYS.  We are going on two WEEKS with this one.)  Some nights she goes down without a fuss but wakes anywhere from 15-60 minutes later and starts to cry.  Sometimes she fusses for 15-20 minutes (with us periodically checking on her) when she first goes down, but then falls asleep and is down for the count.  And she has also started something that can only be called purposeful pooping – the last two nights she has managed to fill her diaper immediately upon being laid in the crib.  I swear, it is a delay tactic. 

However, once she is finally asleep she usually does pretty well for the remainder of the night.  She needs the occasional plug-in (pacifier = plug), but that is usually about it.  N said that last night when he went to plug her back in she was sitting up.  He popped it in her mouth and she immediately slumped over and fell right back asleep. 

She’s still just as busy as can be – pulling up on everything in sight and harassing the hell out of our poor dog.  And now that AE is back she is chasing after him like the tiny maniac she is.  Which usually results in cries of Mom!  She won’t leave me alone!  Which I suppose I better get used to because I will likely be hearing that for the next decade at least.

Oh!  One more thing:  I cut AE’s hair last night, after swearing up and down that I would NEVER do that again, and he did just fine.  Well, sort of.  After some initial protesting and attempts at negotiating his way out of it, he survived without any tears or hysteria.  Crisis averted.