For superbowls, we wear leopard. (Please note that the red-eye-autocorrect function helpfully adjusted the color of all eight of my eyeballs.) 

On Sunday night, Kendrick and I went into the city with the kids so that he could finally, finally realize his dream of watching the Superbowl from start to finish. (If he watches it at home as he has for the past several years, you see, there is a virtual guarantee that at some point he'll hear a "Honey...?" coming from the other room, which will be followed by a request that he do something not involving being cemented to the couch in a pile of chicken wings.)

We went to a party at our friends Ella and Larry's house, and the Superbowl was watched. Start to finish. (Not by me - I popped in to be horrified by that TV-falls-on-child insurance commercial and enjoy a little Flying Katy Perry, then popped right back out...although I did join for the last twenty minutes and I TOTALLY GET THE FOOTBALL THING now, because that was awwwesome.) And then Kendrick went home to take care of the dogs, and very fortunately did not take my car keys with him this time, yay.

People are really passionate about their bottle choices, you guys. I’ve had super-intense conversations about the pros and cons of various bottles with everyone from my broker to the waitress at our favorite breakfast place to the cashier at the CVS we stopped at in Maine.

And I get this. Because transitioning to a bottle can be intensely stressful if it doesn’t go smoothly (if the baby doesn’t want to take the bottle, or then takes the bottle and later rejects the breast, or if he ingests too much air when bottle-feeding and ends up all gassy and miserable), and all parents want is a happy, fed, not-miserable baby.

When I had Indy, I knew virtually nothing about child-rearing, and basically improvised my way through…everything. This mostly worked out fine, but the transition from breast to formula was rough. He had terrible colic, and was constantly crying with stomach pain that I didn’t know how to relieve. I tried various gripe waters, tried moving his legs in a little running-man position recommended by my friends, tried bouncing and bouncing and bouncing until my arms felt like they were going to fall off…but one thing I didn’t try was switching to a different brand of bottle.

So yesterday I went to Carter's with a pregnant friend who legitimately needs things, and totally wasn't intending to purchase anything myself, and then saw the berry butt onesie. -> done. (Also this because cats and this tres French thing and this because god knows Goldie needs something to keep those flowing locks out of her face and this because boys count too.)

This woman makes five million dollars a year unwrapping things on YouTube. I'm not even kidding. And I'm not even sure that this is insane, because I watched her videos and was in a trance within seconds (via Fusion).

Now that's an apology. (Benedict Cumberbatch: "I'm an idiot" for Referring To "Colored" Actors, via Jezebel.)

Oh my FRUSTRATED.

OK, so any of you who aren't bloggers or especially interested in the technical side of this whole Internets thing should probably skip this post, because I'm about to get a little lingo-y, but I wanted to write about it because the past 72 hours have made me completely nuts, and if I can provide information that can keep one of you from going similarly nuts, that would make me happy.

Short story: ever since my website redo back in 2013, I've had problems with the site. It goes down for an hour here or an hour there, or loads too slowly for some people, or gets hung up on some random URL (this one, for some reason) instead of showing new posts. In August, those of you who read on RSS apparently stopped getting updates. (And just so you know, I update multiple times a day every single weekday, so if you ever stop seeing updates either I have been kidnapped or there is a tech issue at work.)

I have something like zero knowledge when it comes to this stuff, so I've consulted various people who know far more than me, and they've been able to sort of band-aid the site, but not fix it for good. And then on Saturday the site went fully down. And then on Sunday it went down again. And then on Monday I paid extra money to do all this fancy stuff to my site…and then on Tuesday? Down.

Snowed in?

Us too.

Some suggestions for how to make today less about shoveling and more about eating awesome things and watching awesome things and making awesome things.