John always picks the most inconvenient times to get sick. This week is supposed to be my week to stress out, drug up (or drink up), and take a nap every day. My plans are now ruined thanks to Shamu and his poor throat that he describes as “being on fire” (douchey thing to say). He is such a whiny bitch when he has the sniffles. If he tells me one more damn time that he’s “so sick” I am going to have to divorce him. I don’t know about your husbands but my husband is a hypochondriac. Every single time he is sick its Viral pneumonia. He knows this without going to the doctor. He swears he’s running a fever and every day says “My temperature was 102.3 today”. Apparently John can tell exactly what his temperature is without using a thermometer, since we don’t own a thermometer. Okay that’s a lie we do own one, we just can’t ever find it.
I swear a lot if its not apparent to those of you who regularlly read my blog (Hi you two!). Back when I had just started my blog I had a blog friend who said she didn’t swear on her blog because she thought it sounded a bit on the trashy side. Me? I think swearing just makes everything that much more funny. I also find it helps get my point across. Describing my day with two out of control toddlers as “difficult” isn’t nearly as accurate as describing it as “Holy shitballs people!”.
So I decided my blog needed a new look. I was getting tired of the same ole setup. So things will be up and down until I figure out what I like. Bare with me!
Update #1
Back to the old theme for awhile until I can figure things out with the other one.
Update #2
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Go over and congratulate my brother Jason and sis in law April on the birth of Baby Harry! He was born 9/28/08 at 7:09am weighing 8lbs 12oz and he was 18 1/2 inches long. The labor went so fast that April didn’t have time for an epidural, YIKES!
Congratulations Jay, April, and big brother Tuna! We love you guys!
Uncle Danny and Auntie Kira bought this fishy for Gavin for his birthday. Its our first experience raising up a fish. Its a good thing they really aren’t expected to live long because I doubt little Nemo (Gavin picked the name) will survive. Keaton has gotten a hold of fish food and over fed him. Today I caught him sticking the net in trying to catch him. Then just a few minutes ago he stuck fruity cheerios in there. We put the bowl up high but it doesn’t seem to keep Keaton out. Poor Fish!
The past few days I have been caught up in a major fear funk. I’m feeling less and less invincible lately and I can’t stop the “what ifs”. Its a mix of a lot of things. I met two people recently who’ve had children who have died. Over the weekend I saw a house go up in flames. We’ve had issues with my mom that have been stressing. And I am watching way too many shows about unsuspecting people getting killed. Then I wake up this morning to find our economy on the shitter. What a kick in the stomach that was. We’re already in debt and trying to live pay check to pay check as it is. I’m worried about our interest rates and how we are going to manage if our economy collapses.
I’m also worried about something happening to my kids or to John. I am just so paranoid lately. What if our house burns down? What if John gets in a car accident? What if Gavin never gets any better then he is now? What if someone breaks in and steals my kids? What if the economy fails and I don’t have money to feed my kids or gas my car? What if they cancel Fringe? What if Desperate Housewives continues to be 5 years in the future? What if Gavin never potty trains and I have to scrub stains in undies til he is 60? What if! Seriously, I can’t shake them lately. Maybe I need some xanax? Maybe I just need to get more sleep. Maybe they need to just pass the bailout bill so I can sleep again?
I need to go throw up.
Just wanted to post some more shots of Gavin’s birthday session. Also some of my Fat nugget baby Keaton!
I don’t know what to do. Its been 30 days of potty training and Gavin has only accidentally pooped on the potty twice. Otherweise he poops in his pants. And its not once a day either. One day he pooped seven times. They weren’t mammoth poops, just a little, but my God SEVEN TIMES! Most days its just 3-4 times, I am so tired of scrubbing undies. Back when he was in diapers he’d go once, maybe twice a day. I don’t know if he lets a little out and then gets nervous, or if he can’t hold it, or if he just really does go this often. Whatever it is it has to stop. I’ve had to go back to pull-ups for the majority of the day, which aren’t working because he poops more freely in those. At least I don’t have to clean those out right?
Continue reading ‘Coming to you live from potty training hell’
Dear Gavin,
Four Years ago on September 22, 2004 at exactly 4:05pm you entered this world and turned two people in love, into a family. I can’t believe you’re four. I know I say it every year - and I am saying it again: Where does time go? Back when you were born so many people told it would go so fast. I wish I would have believed them. After you were born I didn’t spend enough time savoring your smallness. Instead I did a lot of waiting. Waiting for you to sleep through the night. Waiting for you to sit up, crawl, and walk. Now I look back and I wish I could have slowed things down a bit. Not that I don’t adore you at four, you are awesome.
