To the other bloggers out there:
Do you ever feel
Blog Pressure? By this I mean the pressure to not only write in one's blog often, but also for it to be funny, witty, or interesting? I feel it now that I know I have people checking it everyday... don't get me wrong, please keep reading, but I start feeling like I have to remember some cute little anecdote when I sit down at the computer... something about going to WalMart and seeing someone slip on a banana peel, or Jack's hijinks, or marriage, or laundry, I don't know, but something... and I often am too tired to be... funny.
This is disappointing to me because I've always been The Funny Girl. I'm sure funnier to some than to others... there was that friend I had in graduate school who I accidentally made cry one day because I was teasing her too much. I guess she didn't think I was too funny. Maybe it's not that I'm not funny and more that she's too sensitive.
Oops. This coming from me, who has been on High Sensitivity Alert for about a week now. Just ask Keith. Keith accidentally bumped me on the leg with one of Jack's toys earlier today and apologized VERY fast.
What is going on with me?
Anyway... that's all for now. Hope everyone is having a good weekend. Ours has been going great so far. And we're excited to have visitors coming soon: Stef, Jason, Jane, & Rich!!
Busted!
I just went in to Jack's room to check on him... he was put to bed twenty minutes ago... to find him lying quietly, in his crib, staring at the bars on his crib. When I walked in, he looked up at me, and I froze, imagining the wailing that this surprise visit was going to cause (or rather, the wailing that me leaving his room after the surprise visit was going to cause). Instead, he just looked at me, sighed, and closed his eyes. I covered him up and got the hell out of there. Now, THAT was a close one.
Sonic run?
I think that tonight, to celebrate our son's infection- free ears, is a Sonic night. That means that after the little bug goes to bed, I run over to Sonic and bring home delightful, ice cream treats.
The first birthday is officially starting to close in. Weird. The craziest year of our lives.
Naptime
If someone told me, "Like it or not, you are taking two naps a day, every day", I wouldn't be mad. I wouldn't fight with them or yell or scream or cry. Actually, I might cry tears of joy. That boy doesn't know how lucky he is.
Lucky 100
This is my 100th post! Cool! What is also cool is that I'm leaving soon to meet my best friend for lunch and then a trip to the spa!! My Christmas present from her was a gift certificate and I'm planning to get my haircut. This is a very constructive idea in my mind. Not only do I get a haircut, which I'm in bad need of, but I also get the superbly enjoyable experience that is a haircut! I love having anyone touch my hair, it is always very relaxing to me.
Anyway, I can't wait!
Jack and Keith are out with Aunt Sunny, enjoying nature. Jack has been having a good day so far, despite a slight temperature this morning... ear infection not gone? He took a long morning nap and woke up in a great mood, so that was good.
Hope all is well with everyone!
Oops...
I forgot my parent's anniversary. Crap. Sorry Mom and Brad. I hope it was good. Love you!
Sad
One of the saddest things I've ever seen is when someone loses their mom. I've seen it happen to my own mom as well as to some others and it's just so hard. We've only been living here for a few weeks and are just kind of getting to know the neighbors, but recently something happened that makes it feel like we've been here longer than we have.
There's a little family one house down from us with two little girls, six and a year and a half. A few days ago, I ran into their dad outside who was visibly upset and shaken and he told me that his wife just died. I think she was only in her mid twenties. Apparently she had a heart attack. Shocking and so so sad. Sad for him, and so sad for those little girls. I feel so bad for the six year old who will kind of remember her mom, but barely, and then for the little baby, who won't even remember her at all. I don't know which one is worse.
Anyway. We're going to her funeral tomorrow morning. We barely knew her, but since she's died, we've gotten to know her husband and kids a little and felt like we should go, if for nothing else, just to be supportive of them.
I love you, Mom. Can't wait to see you soon!
It's gross again. Sorry.
I'm realizing how incredibly lucky we were that Jack never really got sick until the Great Ear Infection of the Summer of 06. This isn't so much because of the ear infection though. jack was put on amoxicilin to clear up the infection. He is supposed to take it for 10 days... the tenth day will be Friday. Well, this stuff is not only clearing up the infection. It's clearing out his entire digestive system. He was pooping way more than usual in the beginning, but yesterday it turned into diarrhea hell. I basically begged the pediatrician over the phone for his blessing to stop giving Jack the antibiotics, and he basically told me to keep giving it to him, feed him yogurt, and give him fluids.
Right.
Meanwhile, the boy is crapping constantly, screaming and physically fighting us when we have to change his diaper because the skin on his bottom is horribly irritated, and we are constantly having to change his diaper because everytime we peek in there, it's full of crap.
Awful.
And, then, it's like, his tummy settles, and he's fine. He's playing, talking, eating, etc. I'm supposed to go to work tomorrow and leave Jack with Angie. I hope to god it goes well. We started giving him less of the amoxicilin and that has seemed to help a little. We basically just have to make it to Friday.
Meanwhile, Keith accidently took my keys this morning so I'm trapped in the house all day with the turd monster.
Interesting note... Jack has learned to harmonize with us. He can make the "Ooooh" sound in perfect tune and pitch with us. Maybe a future musical genius?
A good little bug.
I know my husband and I vent a lot on our blogs about parenting, but I just wanted to take a minute and talk about how good our little boy is. Almost every single night, we give him a bath, then a bottle and then put him in his crib. He sometimes doesn't fall asleep for 30 minutes after this, but hardly ever cries. Sometimes he'll fuss a little bit, sometimes he doesn't make any noise at all and just kind of hangs out in there on his own. I know not every baby does that, so for that, we are lucky.
Moving on... a LONG day at work. I had a lot of work that was basically due today for a big project. i basically had to present it to my supervisor, who is not very easy to please. Luckily, she liked the work that I did, but the meeting was two hours long. That was on top of the fact that it took me an hour to get to work and an hour to get home. A big thanks to morning traffic and summer thunderstorms.
Sunday was good... except for the fact that that "good little boy" I mentioned above decided not to take a nap in the afternoon, causing an extra long scream fest. This made me consider jumping out of our bedroom window. Not as a suicide attempt... just as the quickest way to get away from the noise. I do not do well with screaming.
Starts off nice, but it's going to get gross...
So far it's been an eventful weekend... In our continuing quest to explore the St. Cloud/ Kissimmee area, we ventured to the Osceola Flea Market this morning. Disapointing. It was one of those big flea markets where you actually felt like people were just selling old crap out of their garages. This was no Swap Shop or Rennigers. We moved on to garage sales... nothing good and then drove in an attempt to get the baby to nap. We ended up in a Celebration like community called Harmony east of St. Cloud. It looks like it will be nice one day... they are just starting to build it. Jack had his bottle at Harmony and it was... harmonius. Very calm, relaxing, etc. Except that we checked the temp on the stroller and it read 104 degrees. Ahh, summer. We decided to get our son into some cooler air and got in the car, finding a yummy Mexican restaurant.
After lunch, we came home to relax... and here's where it get gross. We took Jack's diaper off to change him and didn't put a new one on right away. I don't know why, we're dumb, I guess. He crawled into the kitchen, on the tile and proceeded to poop all over the floor!!!! By the time either Keith or I realized it, he was sticking his foot in it! As I told Keith later... that was the first time I'd ever cleaned up human poop off the floor. And hopefully the last. Could this baby get any grosser? At least it was on the tile.
I don't know what the afternoon will bring... hopefully not more poop. I can't imagine how there could be any more in there after the present he left us on the floor.
Hope everyone is having a good weekend and no one else is cleaning up poop off their floors!
Back from the eighties
I never knew how much I loved the internet until it was cruelly taken away from me. Well, I need not worry no more! We now have internet!!! Yahoo!! (ha ha) Anyway, hope you are all well. We are adjusting well to small town life. There is a Sonic within walking distance, so I'm doing quite well. I actually never went to Sonic until we moved here. All I can say is... yummy.
Anyway, we are all doing great and have already had some fun adventures. We went to Old Town on Sunday morning to walk Jack. there was literally NO ONE there. That was probably because it was 8 am. We then took him to Downtown Disney, which he loved. There is also a very nice park with a lake and beach and cool playground that we've been frequenting. We are trying so hard to get Jack some baby friends. We're even initiating conversations with other parents so they might like us and our little boy. However, everyone here seems to know everyone else and are not too friendly to strangers. We are pretty much moved in and unpacked. Jack has his own playroom here and we have a little backyard, so that's great.
The best thing is that we're mere minutes from babysitters... we've already been able to enjoy chicken sandwiches at St. Cloud's newest, hippest hangout... Chili's. I'm not kidding. It's like, the hot spot. Oh, well, whatever. I like Chili's.
Almost St. Cloudians
Well, we're almost moved in. Most of our stuff is in the new place, leaving the big stuff and essentials here in Orlando. Angie is coming in the morning to help us move the bed and couch and then we'll be on our way.
About the move so far... I will just say that it is an incredibly stupid thing to do to move when you have a nine and a half month old in the midst of separation anxiety. Imagine all the expletives you can. Those were my thoughts all day. He's not happy here because all our stuff is gone. He's not happy there because it's new and weird. I feel bad for him because I'm sure this is incredibly confusing and scary, but the crying is making me CRAZY. This morning I asked him for one 20 minute period today when he didn't cry. I didn't get it.
If you think you may have kids one day, don't EVER move when they are this age. It's suicide. Have a good night!!
