They Grow How Fast...?

I had been going by the advice of checking the size of K's feet every 2-3 months. I figured that since he got his last pair at the beginning of April, and we had some time to kill, we'd stop by a shoe store and get his feet measured. On that note . . . Holy Crap! He went up 1.5 sizes! Who knows how long his feet have been scrunched in his other shoes. Should I be checking them monthly? Weekly? Oh hell, daily?! LOL He seems to be doing just fine with his new ones.

Because It's Friday, Damnit!

Funny or Die

Picture Fun

Bath time with Mr. Bubble Ahhh, Pooh Bear

duck, duck, goose!

around the corner

there has to be something good. here is how monday started: 1 - K had a low grade fever. an improvement over the 101.7 from sunday, but a fever none the less. 2 - the news had a story about this over and over - WARNING: EXTREMELY DISTURBING. 3 - I got a call from my mom at work and she was sobbing. her cat, tigger, was dying and she needed help to take him to the vet to do the deed. he was 23 1/2 years old. i grew up with him. 4 - an major accident/tanker fire closed most of the interstate we needed to use to get to the vet and then the humane society. this required more in-city driving and prolonged the inevitable for the poor cat. 5 - got to the vet and my mom lost it. she wanted to be in the room when it was done and i started crying because i could hear her in the other room even with the door closed. 6 - found out J's father is in the hospital recovering from heart surgery. they had to replace one of the stints. he's ok, but even still... 7 - sister in law may have gotten food poisoning. she's doing ok now. 8 - picked up K from daycare and noticed he still had a fever and had mucous coming from his eyes. at the DR appt found out he has pink eye in both eyes. 9 - found out B at daycare is going on vacation which meant we had to scramble a bit to find care for K. even with 2 weeks notice it can be difficult. 10 - this didn't happen on monday but is a direct result of it: waking K up this morning was not for the weak of heart. due to the eye drops for pink eye, both of his eyes were crusted over and he couldn't open them. one of his nostrils was plugged shut from green snot. he looked so pathetic and it pulled at my heart to see him trying to open his eyes. it's one thing when it's your own eyes and you understand what is going on. it's totally different when it's your infant son who has no clue. so here we are, recovering with both feet above ground. well, almost all of us... . . . . . . .

gah!!! i so needed this today!!!!

I had never heard of the flying spaghetti monster until 20 minutes ago! i love satire and this is how i would prefer to end my work weeks - with a little laugh.

another one bites the dust

Well, I've been on and off with my posting lately. Mainly since the first part timer quite and we've been on the hunt for a replacement. Well, we got one and she called off yesterday and hasn't called or showed up today. Yes...isn't it fucking grand! I will be having adult drink(s) this weekend!

Baby's Gone Wild

Where's The Nearest Mosh Pit?

From My Son's Eyes

The world is a very, VERY big place. We were grocery shopping today and at one point we put him down to walk alongside us. The aisle wasn't crowded with people so while K fussed a bit, he had room to walk and I didn't have to worry about some asshole running him over. That quickly changed when we had to go into another aisle. All the sudden a mass exodus joined us. It was at that time I realized how small he still is, even though he's growing up fast in other areas. I want him to get the experience of walking somewhere else other than at home, be exposed to something different and yet as I looked down at him trying to make his way through the madness, I had an idea of what it must look like from his eyes. The carts that would pass us by looked like rolling metal monsters, other people's walking feet rushed past, the food stocked on the shelves loomed high and imposing. K would turn toward me, arms raised and would raise his voice to fuss. When I picked him up because there was just too much going on around us, I realized that he must've been scared. I felt bad for him for being scared. I don't want him to feel that way. It was good for me to see this so that I remember that even though I'm packing away some baby items, I still know that he's my little man. My little K who still has a lot to experience and learn. It was good for me to remember that I need to see things through his eyes; not to rush things. K did pretty well walking next to me but he's not quite ready to do it at each shopping trip.

Bittersweet Kind of Day

It's been a bittersweet kind of day. We started weaning K off of bottles today. Well, almost. We still have the bedtime one. I'm not that brave! LOL. He's taking baths in the big tub now instead of the inflatable duck. I packed away the bottle warmer, formula pitcher and bottle drying rack. My little man is growing up.

Good DR Appt

K had his 12 month appt and it went as well as expected. That means there was lots of crying and "toddler rage". I suppose none of us like getting shots and having a finger pricked for a blood draw. His stats are good. He's going to be a tall, skinny boy. At least he is right now. He's not super skinny, but in the middle range. DR said we need to get him weaned from the bottle by his next appt in July - preferably. We're going to start tomorrow with no bottles during the day and only the bedtime one. Once I get an idea of how well he does with naps then I'll think about the bedtime one. He usually gets bottles right before naps, so it could be interesting. Other than that, K continues to be a picky eater. He did try something new last night. J had gotten a Gyro and gave K a piece of the meat. Little Man ate it and took a couple more pieces. I was shocked! We're thinking K wants a little more "kick" to his food so we'll be figuring out what to do next.

Birthday Boy!

A few pictures: K and his cake. He's also doing quite well with walking now!

stands to reason

that if the first day of the week sucks, the last day probably will too. Monday - part-time girl quit. That means I'm doing the work of 2 people. It sucks, I don't like it and I really hope an applicant dazzles my boss so that I don't have to work my butt off. In a way, I'm glad she quit. At least I don't have to walk on eggshells around her or wonder what day she'll call off next anymore. Friday - Dick Sales Manager insinuates that I didn't prepare a proposal when I know I did. I even have the photocopy of it and (if necessary) could pull the fax transmission report to prove that it was sent. He didn't like it when he was told this and made snide comments as he left my office. I've also did pretty well on weight watchers this week, but have fallen off the wagon today and tomorrow. K's birthday party is tomorrow and I WILL be eating cake, damnit. So anyway. There it is. Feels good to get it out but still bites. I'm nervous about K's "party" tomorrow. Mainly because he's been so apprehensive about strangers. There will be 4 other kids there, but 1 is only 3 months and 3 are over 3, so I'm not sure if that will help or hurt things. I'm not expecting K to be all smiles and bubbly. I just hope he doesn't have very many tantrums. Notice I said "very many" as I anticipate a few to come up. If I have any energy come Sunday, there will be a few pics of K is all his one year old birthday glory.

depravity

I’m at an all time low in regards to my hope in some of mankind. I’m not going to lump everyone together because not everyone deserves my admonishment, but those out there know who they are. J and I rented a movie that we were both looking forward to seeing (Smokin’ Aces). Well, I didn’t even get 5 minutes into it before I had to stop watching. During these 5 minutes it was primarily character description. One character came up who had “legendary techniques” at getting people to talk. What does that mean? It means “torture.” Now, I can handle some violence in movies/TV shows but when it gets to torture, forget it. Fucking forget it! I had to sit outside on the deck for probably 10 minutes just trying to pretend I didn’t see anything, but that didn’t work. It really serves as a reminder of how twisted people are. The fact that some writer thought up this scene, a couple of actors agreed to do it, a few dozen people decided to shoot the movie scene…well, it goes to show that some people are depraved. Add in the news from V-Tech and NASA from last week and I’m having a difficult time believing that there is good in the world. I look at K and wonder what he is growing up in. Seriously, what is the world going to be like as he gets older? It stands to reason that it will only get worse. I can’t even fathom how I’m supposed to explain to him why people are so fucked up, much less why they enjoy acting like imbeciles. I really can’t.

and there was peace in the land when naptime arrived!

K did really well with naps today, which is something B at daycare would've been very happy to have last week! He's such a cutie with his butt in the air and I have to admit 1) I'm biased because he's my little man and 2) he's sleeping with the blanket I made for him. Little man knows how to work mama's heart strings.

hodge podge

Is it a rite of passage into mid-life that you start to wonder about your high school/college friends? If you google them and find them, do you contact them? K is teething like a mad man with pre-molars. I don't know what's so "pre" about them since they must hurt like hell and they've turned him into a very cranky little boy. K isn't eating very much right now and has mild diarrehea. Is that because of the damn molars and the non-stop drool? Probably, but what the hell anyway! I did really well all week on weight watchers and managed to loose almost 1.5 lbs from last week! I also worked out 3x so far this week. I need to run tonight and then I can be guilt free for the weekend. Apparently K feels that it is ok to push open the bathroom door and walk right in. It's the "There's Mommy!" game. Will I ever get to use the bathroom by myself again? ***UPDATE: I did google and find an old friend who is in the same city as me and decided to send them an email, thinking they probably wouldn't bother to respond. I was surprised to see that they did respond. So...why am I so nervous about it? Is it because I'm fairly sure I didn't end things very well years ago? Is it because I'm a completely different person than I was in college and while they liked me then they may not like me now?

Pre-molar, Schme-molar

My knowledge of teeth extends to the point of brushing every day and flossing. Mainly so that I don't get any lectures from the Dentist. Imagine my surprise when I had to google teeth diaghrams to figure out what the flat, bright white spots where on the gums of K's mouth. I figured it was paper since he's taken to not reading books but chewing the living hell out of them. (that's funny until you're the one who has to fish the wadded up, saliva drenched, piece of who the hell knows what it is now out of his mouth and - of course - incur the pain of K biting down on your fingers.) No, not paper this time. Everyone, we have pre-molars! Lovely! Just (painfully) lovely! This explains his grouchy self last week and why his sleeping has been restless. He always gets this way when teeth start to come through. It's a good thing we don't remember this stuff. I know how I feel when I have a tooth ache. I can only imagine how it must feel to have brand new teeth coming up. Poor little man. I hope he feels better soon. I hope the store stocks up on Infant Tylenol. BTW, anyone have any coorelation with teething and fevers? The past two days K has gotten low grade fevers that last for maybe 12 hours and then go away by morning. The only thing going on is the new teeth.

Battle of the Self

I'm sitting here desperately wanting to gorge myself on Starburst. Why Starburst? No particular reason. It's good, fun candy. At this point, I'd eat almost anything. I've done pretty good all week long with Weight Watchers(translation: Monday-Thursday) and I didn't gain too much since last week even though I gave in and gorged myself on Starburst last weekend...and the weekend before that...and the weekend before that...you see where this is going. I have been battling with myself for 3 weeks. Do pretty good during the week but by Friday I'm ready to devour everything. It's not that I'm overly hungry, I just miss the "bad for any diet" food. I want to loose 15 more pounds and at the same time I wonder if it's really that bad to have a little baby weight leftover. Is 10-15 pounds THAT BAD?! When I look in the mirror, yes it is. When I happen to pass the candy aisle, well then it doesn't seem so bad. I don't know what my problem is. I'm working out 4x a week and if I could just keep the motivation to eat well going that would make things better. If I could pin point what it is that makes me want to cave, that would be a start.

What A Difference

Hard to believe that it's been almost a year. K has changed so much. I'm so proud of how much he's learning and how he's becoming a little boy instead of a baby. May 2006 April 2007