Day 3.........

Well, day 3 at daycare was a bit hair raising. My son was OK in the car ride there, but as soon as I pulled into the parking lot the jig was up. He knew exactly where we were, and he was NOT in the least bit pleased. He hung onto my neck like a baby monkey - I didn't even have to hold on to him, he just stuck there. He really lost his mind when we walked into the classroom. The helper this morning was Maria, and she came right over, let me say goodbye to him, then took him into her arms and walked off with him. The look on his face was like, betrayal, and ultimate hurt. I know he was fine 5 minutes later, but it is heart wrenching just the same. My husband was sweet to tell me to just think about how happy he will be to see me this afternoon. I know I have a lot of trust in this daycare, because I have been calm, and able to focus on my job, which is important....especially today. I haven't been worrying constantly about him.

Yesterday he wouldn't eat anything, but he at least drank his milk and water. I couldn't really get him to eat at home either. He has always been such a picky eater. Even as an infant, he would take an hour to drink 2 ounces of milk. But, he had fun at story time, and loves to play outside. They seem to be able to give one on one attention, and try and do what is going to make him happy without inconveniencing the whole group. When I pick him up in the afternoons, they are able to fill me in on every detail of his day.

So, after my work is done, I will start staring at the clock in anticipation of seeing my little boy again.

Baby Update

I have been trying to do a baby update for the past three weeks, but I have been so very busy! I will be sure to post the ultrasound picture when I get home.

Baby is doing wonderful. Mommy is doing wonderful. I am growing bigger every minute it seems like. My son has taken to copying me by grunting and groaning every time he moves. I think it's hilarious to hear a 2 year old grunt when he sits on the floor, and when he can't open something. Hopefully he will grow tired of that, and people won't think he's horribly out of shape! My due date is still firm at December 30th. I am very much looking forward to this new member of our family. I am probably kidding myself, but I feel so much more confident and at ease, like I'm an old pro or something. I figure, enough time for reality after the baby is born! I think it helps that I don't have the nasty morning, noon and night sickness like last time. Of course, I was prepared to go through it all again because I love my kid so much.

I think my hubby is doing all right too. He might be a bit nervous, but he's wearing it well. My younger sister volunteered to stay at home with the boy when it comes time to go to the hospital. I was so glad she did that, it saved me from having to ask anyone. My sister in law has a horrible story of being in labor with her secod child, and both sisters and mother not wanting to leave her to pick up her son from daycare. So, her husband went, and his second child was born while he was in the drive thru at Carl's Jr. Apparently women don't forget shit like this, because she still seems really pissed off, 13 years later!

I don't think I will take the Lamaze class again. I didn't really expect to remember it last time, I figure that's what the nurses are for, right? I certainly didn't expect my husband to remember either. The only thing that helped me was counting while pushing, and remembering to relax in between contractions. But that was only needed during the last hour or so. The rest of the time I was pretty happy to stay in bed. I used pain killers and Epidural, which I fully intend to use this time too. It helped so much right when I needed it. I think it allowed me to have a wonderful birthing experience. My mom was actually great. I gave her the job of helping me to stay relaxed after I was done pushing. I think it helped that she had something to do. I didn't find her the least bit annoying (for once), but apparently my sisters were ready to punch her. For once she only did as I asked her too, nothing more.

This will be my first experience with an HMO, a completely different hospital than the last time. I think they will take us on a tour of the "facilities" when it gets to be closer to "B" day.

I will keep you posted!

Stats....

So I've checking these "stats" with a reader that my husband was so kind as to help me install. So far, these are the google searches that led to my blog:

Elephantitis of the breasts (hee hee!!)

My son is 18 and retarded (Oh, that's not funny at all)

Asberger Syndrome Hawaii (Again, not so funny)

Ho hum, I'll have to keep hoping for better!!

Day 2.....

Today is day 2 of my son's day care experience. Yesterday went very well. He fussed for a couple of minutes after I left, but was OK the rest of the day. When I dropped him off, it was very peaceful and quiet. There were only three other little ones in his classroom, all quietly eating breakfast.

This morning was a different story. I could hear the noise coming form his classromm as soon as we walked in the front door. Apparently, my son could sense it too, because he wanted out!! I carrie dhim into his classroom, he balling his eyes out and me staring in shock at the band of 2 year olds terrorizing the caregiver. She seemed like she knew what she was doing though. After a couple of minutes, she came over and took my boy, and just held on to him while she did everything else. I didn't really have a chance to say goodbye, but that just wasn't going to happen anyway. I am hoping she got everyone calmed down, and I know she has a secnd helper come in sometime during the morning.

The stress this week is going to be difficult. I was instantly stressed out yesterday when I dropped him off, and all I wanted to do was finish work and go get him. I was so anxious.

I'm actually feeling much better about it today, even though this morning was off to a rough start. I guess because last night was so much nicer at home than usual. He played with us instead of just wanting to watch his "Bear in the Big Blue House". We also got home earlier than usual because I didn't have the crappy commute. We ate dinner together, and I actually got his bath at a decent hour, and got him to bed by 8:30. He didn't even cry going to bed as he had the last week or so. I think he was very stimulated in his new surrounding, and it makes me happy to see it.

Wow

I've met some peple with unfortunate names before... but this one is pretty bad! I was reading an article about the drug testing being done in France on Lance Armstrong's 1999 samples.

The head of the World Anti-Doping agency is named Dick Pound.

I think I must have a dirty mind - in fact, I know I do!

Happy Birthday......

....to my little boy. He is 2 years old today! I sang him happy birthday this morning, and he just laughs at Mommy as though I'm doing something highly amusing. I wish I didn't have to be away from him today - but he will have fun at his Uncle's house. I bought some cupcakes to have after dinner tonight. I can't wait for him to open his presents too. We only bought him a couple of things, as the homestead will be invaded by family and friends tomorrow bearing gifts a plenty!

I have been remembering all morning about the day he was born. It was so unbelievable..... I remember when the doctor layed him on my belly, and the nurse put my hand on him. He was so warm. Then, he pooped on my hand. I think I had poop on my hand for the rest of the day until I was able to take a shower later that night. I had been in labor for 24 hours, and I didn't sleep more than a couple of winks that night, or every night after that for about a week. I could hear the hospital noises even after I was at home. I remember that my mom was holding him, and that he started fussing, so she gave him back to me, and he quieted right down. I was so emotional, I have never been able to calm a child before. It was like he knew who I was, and he trusted me.

He and I are great pals, and I treasure every minute!

Busy worker bee

Yep. That's me! Busy, busy, busy. I'm not complaining mind you, 90% of the time I'm struggling to find things to do. But they have been stretching my poor brain the last two weeks!! The project I'm working on is winding down, and I should be caught up by Friday. Whew! Plus, I was totally stressing about the problems that came up during my research which were 100% my fault, and I knew I was going to get yelled at, and my boss just walked in with my notes and said "Everything looks great!". I must have kept staring, dumbfounded, at the spot he had been standing in for at least 20 minutes after he left.

I took the whole morning off too - which didn't help too much with my feeling of panic. But, I'm doing better! I took my son to visit this new day care / preschool KOM and I want to send him to. It is going to be interesting to see how the little guy handles the change from being the only one to being in a "gang" of 2 year olds. He is going to have quite the culture shock! I'm trying not to worry too much, but I can't help it. I always have these guilty pangs whenever I think about my little boy with some other caregiver during the day. Some part of me knows he is OK, but some other part of me wants desperately to be home with him.

There are so many advantages though to being a working mom. Firstly, I get to feel like a contributing member of the family by bringing home a paycheck. I don't think we could survive without that. Secondly, my son gets to have more than just the "mom" experience. I think it's important to make sure he goes into his life equipped to deal with it. I don't think I could provide that for him completely.

My hopes for my son with this daycare are to learn how to communicate, learn how to share, learn how to make friends, learn how to follow instruction, and to expand his mind to include different activities. We'll see how everyhting goes next week!

Damn you Polisher!

Oh my God.

I just had the most confusing conversation EVER!

Betty in HR was in here with two seperate employee's files with similar names. She has one as a "seasonal" employee - they aren't eligible for health benefits. One went to regular full time in January. She has totally confused the fuck out of me! Instead of liestening to me, she starts ranting about how she thinks these two employees are the same guy! Wow! That would be neat to get a way with, especially since these two men were both receiving paychecks!

Now she has gone down to confuse John in the warehouse. I should have called him to warn him, but I think she sucked all the brain power right out of my head!!

All she did was make a mistake - we don't have clones in the warehouse! Why do some people fight so hard to prove they didn't do something, instead of just taking two minutes to think about it, and fix the mistake? Nobody had to know there was a mistake, but now we all think she's crazy!

March of the Penguins

I thought it would be great fun on Sunday to take my little guy to the movie for the very first time and see "March of the Penguins". I could not convince my better half to come along, so mommy was alone as we entered the giant multiplex in Fairfield. All went very well. We walked down about a mile of corridor to get to our theater, during which time my son flitted off to join any other random band of little people swarming around. When we got to our theater, mommy and young boy walked for 1/2 an hour up and down the stairs, up and down, up and down, up and down. Then, the previews started. I tried to get little guy to settle down in a chair. I offered him water and snacks. But, to no avail. He just wanted to wonder up and down the stairs. Up and down, up and down. Granted, mommy is pregnant, and started to tire out a bit during our 800th lap.

Sweating profusely, I tried soooo hard to get that little guy to sit down and watch the movie. He would sit down, then I would sit down. That is where the problems started!! Apparently, mommy is not to sit down at all during this theater presentation. He ran around alternately screaming his head off, and laughing at the screen. Finally, I decide it's just better to leave. Alas, this is when the entire contents of my purse decide to up end over onto the floor. I quickly grab whatever I could find, and look up to see an angry gentlemen motioning for me to "get my child". I run over, pick up my screaming, kicking child, and head out the nearest exit.

I think what was worst about this whole experience, is that for the first time, I felt like "that woman". You know, "What's wrong with That Woman, can't she control her child?" Or, "Why would That Woman bring a young child to a G-rated movie about penguins, My God!"

The crying during the car ride home helped immensely (mine, not the boy's).

So, after all that......

I forgot and peed before I left the office. Sheesh!!

To Pee or not to Pee..........

That is THE question!

I have to pee, but I have a appointment with my doctor in one hour. They will make me pee then too. Can I pee twice in an hour? Hmmm...... What to do!!

I think....... I guess I will hold it.

Great, that ought to make the ride to the hospital very interesting!!

Hmmmm......

I was listening to the radio today, and the DJ mentioned a story about a man in the Bay Area who was fired from his job of 17 years because of a type of test he took and failed.

Here's where the tricky part comes in. She said it was either a "contienceness test" or a "consciousness test". Neither one makes sense to me, but I don't know exactly which one it was. Whichever it was, he scored too low, and was fired. He is now suing the company claiming wrongfull termination.

How do you score somebody's contience level? What kind of deviant do you have to be to score too low? Who decides what "too low" is? That sounds almost like writing law based on a person's morals - you just can't do that! What's wrong to one person is not wrong to another, and who am I to say that either person is wrong? Another question is, why would you willingly take a test like that in the first place! It all sounds very fishy.

I can see how easy it would be to score consciousness, either you're conscious or you're drooling on the table!

Hmmmmm, I will have to see if I can't follow up this story.

I'll swallow your soul.......

I was STARVING!

I woke up hungry this morning, so I had a bowl of cereal. Obviously that didn't do the trick, because I had half a bagel with cream cheese after I got to work. Obviously that didn't do the trick, because by 10:30 my stomach was eating itself! So, I waited until 11:30, then hopped in the minivan. I didn't even know where I wanted to go, so I let my stomach guide me. My stomach took me clear to the other side of town to Wendy's for a double cheeseburger - no pickles. (Note: KOM, I tried to call you to see if I could pick you up something, but the answering service picked up. I figured you were good for lunch!)

After I finshed scarfing that down with some fries, I realized the real reason why my stomach led me to this part of town.

Flan.

Yes, Flan.

"But stomach" I said, "Counting on Flan is a bad idea. They haven't had any at the restaurant the last several times we've been here".

"Gurgle, gurgle, GROWL!"

Ok - so I decided to not anger it, and ran into Via Corona to see if they had any flan. There was one guy ahead of me in line, and he stood just far enough away from the person in front of him that I couldn't get close enough to the refrigerator case to see if they had any flan. I could see the little sign for the flan, but it looked sadly, empty behind it. Finally, the guy moved forward and to my everlasting delight, there it was, FLAN, the dessert of the gods!! I only had enough spare change for one, otherwise I think I would have bought two.

I have it sitting next to me now, I will dive in as soon as I finish writing. It is such a teeny tiny little bitty eensy weensy container. But, I will cherish every bite!

My Mom and Dad on their last vacation......

Look out...........

These images are from E-bay. I just wish that if people were going to do that, they would at least seem "excited" about selling their stuff, ya know?

Weekend.......

My weekend was nice - another quiet one without much going on. We don't have enough weekends like that!

We got to see KOM's parents Sunday. It was great to see them. They just got back from a trip to Canada. They rode the Orient Express, sounds like a very cool trip. They had pictures on DVD, but our machine is a bit outdated, and we weren't able to see them.

They brought over two puzzles for our son, they were my husband's when he was a kid, and probably his sister's before them. One is the alphabet, and the other is all 50 states. You pull up the state and it has the capitol underneath. I'm thinking I should catch myself up with that puzzle (the states one, not the alphabet one). It got me thinking that I hope I can keep up with my son's schoolwork as he gets older. Especially math. I was never too swift numbers. Obviously a job in payroll was a wise choice!!

I thought it was cool that his parents still had stuff like that around. I thought they had gotten rid of everything like that when they sold the big house and moved into the modular home. My mom and dad heve pulled out the ancient box of toys as well. My mom is a little bit weird about that though. She wants you to look at the toys, but not actually touch them. She is pissed at my sister who has some of our old toys at her house for her godchildren to play with. One is a baby doll that apparently my mother is very attached to. It is weird to see my old stuffed animals on my mother's bed. Oh well.

Check out my ride!

Well, my Dad's ride anyway! The new Lexus RX7.

I highly recommend picking one up. It is so choice!

My Dad is watching the boy today, and thought it was simpler to switch cars than mess with the car seat. All right!! I can drive the new Lexus. I don't really mind. It's not a Jaguar, but I'll live.

KOM and I are going to the hospital this afternoon for my big 20 week ultrasound. I am so excited! Not too thrilled to be driving the new Lexus into the Kaiser parking garage though. Wish me luck people!

Cravings....

So, I was this close to sending my poor dear old husband out to get me carrot cake last night. I can't believe I could actually think I could send him out on an errand to get me food I don't need. I am having major issues with this. It's bad enough that I sat on my ass while he was stuck in traffic with our son going postal in the car, making dinner for the boy, and I actually told him to empty the garbages. I wanted to ask him to give the boy a bath too, but I finally got myself under control. He does so much for me all the time, and I am totally ungrateful. To top off everything else, the big sweetie cut fresh roses for me and put them in a vase.

My love, you are the best guy a gal could want in this life. Thank you for taking such good care of me. If the hormones go wacky over the next few months, please rest assured that it is actually hormones talking, not your lovely wife. I like to think that the last time I was pregnant I was cool as a cucumber and totally unaffected, but I know that's not true!! I am not Superwoman - and I need to tell myself that 100 times a day!

Rocky

We have such a cool cat. His name is Rocky. He is a black long haired giant of a kitty. He is probably the most mellow animal I have ever met. We got him from friends of my sister-in-law. They were moving across country and trying to pare down their animal entourage. We took him in because he is an outdoor/indoor kitty. When the other two cats hiss at him, he just looks at them like they are a kitten having a hissy fit. He could soooo take them out with one swipe, but he never does.

The people that had him before adopted him from a pet shelter because they had a rat / mouse problem, and he is an excellent mouser. He always takes his kill outside, and he cleared their pest problem right up. Well, we don't have any problems with mice, I thought.

Last night just before we went to bed, Rocky came bounding in from the garage with something in his mouth. I looked at it, and realized it was a mouse. He came prancing into the living room meowing while clutching this little mouse in his mouth. I got up, and opened the sliding door to the backyard, and he took off. I am assuming he gave the mouse a proper burial and I won't find teeny tiny bones in the litter box!

Our other cat, Sonja came waltzing out a couple of minutes later. I looked at her and said "where's your mouse?" Not surprisingly she kept walking and directly fell asleep on my pillow.

I am stoked that Rocky hasn't lost his touch. I had actually worried that we had a mouse because there was something resembling mouse turds under the kitchen sink. I never did hear back from the hubby on what he thought that was though. I loke to pretend it isn't what I think. But, I feel much better knowing we have a cat who can actually earn his keep around here!

I had ANOTHER dream....

I guess people have dreams all the time, huh? It seems to me like it's so rare I actually remember it, I get way too excited!

I was dreaming that I was in the forest with my husband, my younger sister, our friend Mike and several other friends. We were getting ready to go on a hike. I had everyone go on ahead of me, as I had to pack up my gear. I went into this cabin that was filled with junk, and also some Asian dignitary lounging on some sleeping bags. He had an old dusty car with flags at the front. I was trying to go through and get my camping gear without disturbing him. I kept thinking that if he took notice of me, I was never going to be able to leave. Packing involved a lot of taking stuff out of one backpack, and putting it into another, over and over again. I kept getting worried that I wouldn't be able to catch up with my husband.

I finally left the cabin, and walked out into what looked like some kind of festival. There were little buildings set up everywhere. I ran into my sister, who started talking about the earthquake. I hadn't felt an earthquake, but suddenly everyone was talking about it. She said to be careful, because the drug runners were stepping up their activity because of the earthquake.

I must have woken up at this point, because I don't remember hiking anywhere else and meeting up with people. I think I was trying to wake myself up because something about the dream was bothering me. Gee, can't think of what that might have been!!

Going to the Chapel......

Two of our good friends finally got engaged! I am so excited. They have been dating for about 5 years, and living together for 3 I think? I have ben asked to be the matron of honor. I truly am honored to be asked. This is going to be so much fun. I hope I can do a good job at supporting the bride to be and helping her out as much as possible. She is apparently counting on my expertise..... I've only been married the one time, but apparently the wedding went off really well and we all had a very good time. She is hoping no less for her wedding.

She came over to visit on Sunday, and we got to talking about how people are sooooo very different when it comes to weddings. I remember vividly looking at wedding dresses and thinking "My God, that is the most hideous thing I have ever seen". Ten minutes later, another woman is looking at the same dress and squealing and crying because she found "the one". It was so very weird! I had a good time planning my wedding. It wasn't nearly as difficult as some people (my older sister mainly) made it out to be. My friend has been watching this show called "Bridezilla", and the way she described it made me think of my older sister. Except for the going bankrupt to pay for the wedding thing, she was a total nutjob for two years. She should not have had such a long engagement. She went so far as to take every opportunity to hold family meetings to discuss who should be sat where during the ceremony. She was concerned about her future husband's family, because his parents are divorced and there is a step-mother. She was frantically trying to figure out whether his mother should sit in the aisle seat, or his step-mother. Or if the step mother should even sit in the first row. I told her, they are adults, they will figure it out. But, she couldn't let any portion of the day not go "according to schedule".

I shit you not, the day before the wedding (which was in October) we were handed itineraries that were about 5 pages long and started in June, with entries like "Dentist appointment, 3:00 pm." I remember looking at it in horror, then ripping off the very last page and scanning for my name. I suppose I should have humored her and kept the itinerary on my person at all times and been the one to constantly call out the time "18 hours to showtime people". But, I didn't! You know, there was a lot of blood sweat and tears that went into a ceremony that barely lasted ten minutes!!

When I called my sister to tell her I was engaged, firslty, she tried to take total credit for it, saying that her wedding prompted KOM to ask me to marry him. If anything, I was surprised that after going through that wedding, he didn't run screaming into the hills. The next thing was to ask when were planning the wedding. It was December, and we figured we'd get married the following September. She freaked out, "Oh my God, you'll NEVER book a place! Everything is booked a year in advance!!" After an initial panic attack - I called the three places I was interested in, and they were wide open. I am just not the type of person to get overly worked up about things. So, I decided to do the rest of thing my way, and it worked out fine!

Thanks JOAT.........

Your post about the difference between Phuc and Fuck made me remember my 7th grade English teacher (what the phuc was his name?).

He was an interesting fellow from day one. He had the beer belly, the old shriveled navy tattoo on his forearm, and the wicked bad comeover. He barely had 4 strands of hair pasted to the top of his head, which he gingerly picked at non-stop with his fingers. Gross.

He spoke in non-sensical words constantly. Phrases like, honka-a-chewey, uga-boogie and hog snot. He would also alter peoples names, for example: Jennifer Ward he would call Wennifer Jard.

He told us why he talked like that. He was in the Navy during World War II, on a battleship. When he came home to Georgia after the war he was swearing like, well, a sailor! His grandmother and his mother put the smack down and told him it was unacceptable to talk that way. So, he created these phrases to spit out whenever he felt like swearing, and kept from breaking his poor mother's heart. We all kind of wondered why in his old age, he spoke practically nothing but nonsense. I think the man's brain was starting to go south!

As I mentioned he also liked to fart around with peoples names. he didn't bother with mine, because my last name had too many syllables. Lucky me. He would have you walk to the front of the room to pick up your test papers or homework, calling out : Wennifer Jard, Fristen Klint, Revin Katkovich, when all of a sudden he got to poor Shelly Smith. She had the honor of being call "Smelly Shit" and then having to walk in frontof the whole class to pick up her paper. I don't think he even apologized but just kind of ignored the whole thing. W were all too stunned. It was more of a collective gasp than an all out laugh. We didn't blame old Smelly, but we sure got a lot of mileage out of that one!

Happy Friday People!

I had a dream.....

....last night that went something like this:

I was at an airport which looked like Hawaii, but without any palm trees. It was very windy. I was at this airport waiting to get on the plane with my brother-in-law (who babysits my son every day) and two of his kids, my niece and nephew. I think my son was there to, but I don't remember seeing him. My father was also there. We were being harassed by two flight attendants regarding my nephew. They wanted to charge us more for him for some reason, even though we payed full price for his ticket. We wouldn't pay, or didn't have to pay, so just to make life difficult, they said my nephew had to sit in an infant car seat for the whole flight. My nephew is 13 years old! I was trying to explain how absurd this was, but my nephew somehow crammed himself into this tiny airplane child seat and saying "I'm all right".

The plane takes off, and I am looking out the window when the wind blows so strong, we tailspin right after takeoff and land in the water. I remember it being a very gentle landing though, like we wafted down like a feather.

The rest of the dream was me at my brother-in-law's house telling them about the dream and my nephew (who has Asberger's Syndrome) not taking it well.

The Cure Has Been Found!

I am a happy girl this morning. Last night I thought I would use the "cocktail" I used during my last pregnancy to help with the hellacious morning sickness. It is so simple, yet it seems to have done the trick. One Unisom and a vitamin B6. That's all. Really. I slept all night (thank GOD) and I didn't have the slightest twinge of morning sickness!! Hooray! Now, to all you people who would say "Placebo Effect" I say, screw off! If it works, it works!! Now, I didn't just decide to start mixing random medications together, my doctor recommended it as an aid. I don't think Unisom should be taken during the first trimester, so please check with your doctor before you take anything. But, here I am, awake, alert, I got to work ON TIME, and I'm starving. I'm off to a good start!

Mmmmmmmm, Pie......

I really treated myself for lunch today. I took myself to Baker's Square, had half a sandwich, a small salad and a HUGE piece of pie.........


Yum!

It ain't pretty........

Cliffhanger.....

I can't wait to get home because Buffy left me hanging on Friday! Her mom looks like she's kicked the bucket. I am waaaaaay behind on watching these episodes. I had heard so many good things about Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but by that time it had already been on for a couple of years, and I figured it was no use jumping in. But thanks to re-runs and Netflix, I should be caught up in no time!! I think I might have even gotten my husband hooked - but only because there was nothing else on.

Maybe I can finish LOTR before KOM gets home, then I cna be free to watch Buffy. I've got it all planned out.......

Hogwart's is calling.......

I picked up the new Harry Potter book yesterday. I am still trying to finish the final book in "The Lord of the Rings" so I can get started on Harry Potter. For some reason, every time I picked up "Lord of the Rings" this weekend I had a narcoleptic fit. I think I slept for 3 hours Sunday afternoon! I even tried to stay up last night to finish it, but couldn't quite get it done. It's nice being able to have time to read at all. My son is ver self sufficient these days, so lots of mommy time!

Puke, gag, argh!

It's another beautiful Monday morning. Well, that's what they tell me anyway! I had a morning sickness bout this morning that left me sweating and exhausted - all before 7:00 am! Apparently, my son doesn't appreciate it when I heave on his dressing table! He got kind of upset.

Actually, I upset my son a lot this weekend. Sunday, we took him to the Barnes and Noble to get some new stuff to read. He had a ball running around screaming a the top of his lungs and hugging random strangers. We stopped at Wendy's drive thru for lunch. Appart from nothing in our order being right, it tasted "hella" good. There's nothing better when you have morning sickness than a fat old greasy cheeseburger for lunch. I use the same philosphy for curing a hangover for morning sickness, Usually works pretty good! Anyway, I had to rinse off my son's high chair tray. When I lifted it up, I knocked the entire bag of food onto the floor, spilling the precious french fries. I said "Son of a biscuit!" rather loudly, and my son looked at me and started balling his little eyes out. Poor kid! He really doesn't like mom to show any emotion other than happy, or he can't handle it! Luckily, daddy was there to smooth things over while I cleaned up my mess.

Then just before we sat down to dinner, I changed the boy's diaper. I guess he took that as his cue that it was bathtime, because he ran over to the bathroom door and started wailing. He was completley inconsolable! We finally coaxed him into his high chair, and daddy was able to amuse the little tyke enough for him to eat.

After dinner, he got to take his bath. I let him play to his little heart's content. That is, until he took a dump in the tub. I tried really hard not to raise any kind of alarm, but I still had to pick him up out of the water, which really pissed him off! Once I got the floater out of the pool, I turned on the shower to make sure I cleaned him up real good. He didn't like the noise of the water turning on either!! Oi!

After I got his jammies on, I gave him some milk. Usually he will cuddle on my lap to drink it, but he was cool sitting in the couch. I decided to get his laundry out of the dryer and fold it. KOM and the boy read "The very Hungry Caterpillar". It was so adorable, because at one point my son acted like he was going to get off the couch and come to me, but instead he was wedging his little butt as close to daddy as he could get. He looked very comfy snuggled from head to toe with daddy.

So, daddy was the ultimate hero this weekend. My heart gets all gushy just thinking about it!