Our furnace died sometime in the middle of the night. Its been having all kinds of problems ever since we turned it on a few months ago. We had convinced ourselves that it was just dusty. Now that the weather has dropped about 30 degrees outside, the old girl couldn’t keep up and kicked the bucket. I mean what can we expect, our house is over 10 years old now, it was bound to happen. I had a sneaking suspicion that it was dead before I went to bed last night though. The thermostat said it was 69 (hehe 69) when I had set the heat for 74. But I was hopefully that it was the thermostat. not the furnace.
Anyway, last night I kept waking up because I was too cold to live. I had to keep sneaking in and recover Gavin because he kicks the blankets off and lays on top of them. I didn’t want to risk waking him up by pulling the blankets out from under him. So instead I just grabbed more blankets. Well by morning he had about 15 blankets in his crib. When John got home at 6:30am, he didn’t even notice that it was 61 degrees in our house. So instead of pretending I didn’t hear him come home, I got up and told him to fix the heat. My husband is a piss poor handyman. But he has managed to get it started the last few times. Well it didn’t work.
Dirty long haired repair man just left to get our replacement part which should be here by noon. Lucky for Gavin that I borrowed a small space heater from my mother in law on Sunday when it started acting up. So he is nice and warm and toasty taking a nap in his room. I wish I could be so lucky. Instead I am waiting for the dirty guy to come back. All I have to say is that I hope he takes a credit card or the Grotegut’s won’t be eating for awhile. Grrr…it seems the closer we come to get out of debt, the further we actually come to paying it off.
Think warm thoughts for us.
Dude, my bags are packed. They are packed and I am outta here. These glasses are MISERABLE. He is miserable. I am miserable. John is miserable. Its been an uphill battle trying to get him to keep them on today. How can one little pair of glasses cause so much drama? I have no idea how long we are supposed to pick fights with him to keep them on. I tell ya, I am seconds from ripping my hair out and running away from home. I’ll do it too. I am so not above abandoning my family.
It’s a regular Chinese torture camp here at the Grotegut’s. We are breaking spirits left and right. It’s our new family motto. I am so tired of holding him down, chasing him, screaming no, time and freaking time again. The kid has a will of steel I tell ya. Why won’t he just give up? WHY? Why does this have to be so hard?
Oh and you want to know what else? Do ya? The kid has basically ruined the glasses. Yeah one day and they are already on their way out. They have HUGE gouges in the lenses, and he has stretched the frame. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Someone save me.
This big part of me wants to just wait until he is older. I keep thinking that this isn’t a medical condition that if he doesn’t wear the glasses he will die. When I was in 5th grade I started wearing glasses. I decided they were uncool soon after and haven’t worn them since. I wish his doctor wasn’t such a narcissistic asshole, or I would tell him we aren’t doing the glasses thing. Okay I know this is just crazy talk. He does need them. I just wish he understood that and would just wear them.
Okay I will stop wallowing.
So I hit the halfway mark in my pregnancy last Tuesday. I meant to come and post about it. But I tell ya, pregnancy #2 just doesn’t have the same excitement. Although I am super happy to be half way to meeting my Baby. I have my official Ultrasound through my OB this Thursday. You know where they check to make sure that the baby is sound. They may be giving me a new due date. They did with Gavin at 22 weeks. Although I stuck with the old one cause I knew he’d probably be early anyway. I’ll post more on that after the appointment.
This passed week I have started feeling him from the outside. He is very active at night, just like Gavin was. Its so weird to feel those all too familiar kicks again. My belly is HUGE too. I am talking 30 weeks along huge. It just sprouted within the last few weeks. I don’t remember being this big this early on with Gavin. So I am thinking its a second pregnancy thing.
In other news we came up with a new name for the baby. We haven’t put the official stamp on it. So its still kind of up in the air. I was so sure Zander was the name. But then my sister told me about this kid my niece has a crush on in preschool, and the name has stuck with me. John is thinking he might like it better too. But I guess we’ll see what happens. There may still be a chance that the ultrasound people were wrong and this is a girl. Who knows!
Gavin’s glasses came in today, and it’s been a less then joyous occasion. In fact it’s been pure hell and I have been near tears for hours. The first two hours John and I had to basically bully him into wearing them. He screamed, we held his hands, he calmed down, we let go, he pulled glasses off, rinse and repeat. He cried for two hours straight. He couldn’t walk because he wasn’t used to the glasses. He basically lied lifeless on my lap and I had to tell him no over and over again.
Continue reading ‘The Glasses’
We had a fabulous Thanksgiving. We all ate too much and spent time with our family. Thanks to my step mom’s better then sex gravy, I have been craving mashed potatoes all week. I am totally craving them as I type this. You can view our Thanksgiving pictures over to the left on Flickr.
Anyway we have had a super busy weekend. We spent a couple of days shopping. We didn’t do any early morning shopping on Friday. We would have, but there wasn’t anything we really needed. We have been decking the halls and getting our house organized and decorated. We put together a little "area" for Gavin’s toys. All of his toys were spread amongst 4 different toy boxes and baskets. Anyway it turned out great. He seems a little intimidated by the organization, cause it’s so not like us.
Continue reading ‘What we’ve been up to!’
Here is a little movie I put together of Gavin walking. He gets super excited when I pull out the camera so it is mostly of him walking, falling down, and trying to chase the camera. But there is some good walking footage.
Download walk_like_a_man.wmv (this file is 4.25mb, 2 min 13 sec, and requires Windows media player to view)
So in 12 hours we will be leaving on our weekend away. Of course I have to wait til the last minute to pack. I am doing tons of laundry as non of us have any decent clean clothes. I have to wash blankets for Gavin too. I printed off a schedule so my sister will hopefully keep him on his routine. I packed his sippy’s, 10 diapers, and 3 outfits and PJ’s. But that is all I have packed so far. Nothing for me or John though. I left my diaper bag in the car and John is at work so I can’t get that packed. I am so tired and I know I will have to be up at 6am with the kid. Why oh why didn’t I do laundry yesterday and pack then?
It will be a time crunch tomorrow because I have an OB appointment at 2pm, so I’ll hit that and then we’ll go. But first I have to drop off Gav at my sister’s place which is an hour away. Then drive home, go to my appointment. Come home load the car, and drive another hour and half to Park City. It will be worth it though. We are staying in a beautiful hotel. We are going to go to a movie, do some shopping, eat out, and just relax. Although John is already worried about missing Gavin. I know we’ll be calling home A LOT!
See ya all Saturday Night!
Gavin has made HUGE progress on his ability to walk today. He has been stumbling around the entire house all day. After I got him ready for bed tonight, he was stumbling around the living room and found a comb. He wandered aimlessly around with it for awhile. Finally when I thought he was getting bored with it, my son did the most awesome thing. He brought that little comb to the top of his head, and HE COMBED HIS OWN HAIR! MY SON COMBED HIS HAIR! I have no idea how he knew how to do that. I rarely use a comb on his hair (I just wet it and it stays down), and I am not one to brush my own hair (yeah it’s a nappy rats nest all the time). Somehow, on those few occasions that I used a comb, he paid attention enough to know how to use one. He is now a functioning member of society.
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