i don't even know where i left off and everything that has happened since, and to be quite honest, i kind of miss Lewie waking up in the middle of the night.... that was my time to write all about my crazy days (and nights).... now i just sleep all night, and do other stuff all day....
let's see.
well, i slipped down some stairs last wednesday (while it was raining.... and while i was holding Lewie).... held onto Lewie, but didn't break my fall.... landed RIGHT on my tailbone and slid down about 5 or 6 stairs and then proceeded to cry like a baby, while feeling like i was about to puke at the same time. i poked my legs a few times because they were tingling, to make sure i could still feel them. wiggled my toes.... they wiggled, so i assumed i would be fine. needless to say, my bum still hurts. after x rays that day, one dr said looked like there was a fracture in one bone (but nothing major) and another dr said he didn't think there was, so i don't know who to believe. i really don't care who's right or wrong, it still hurts.... (and there's nothing you can do about a fractured tailbone except stay off of it anyway.)
anyway, jason insisted on leaving work to come with me to the dr even though i thought i was going to be just fine.... while we were in the dr's office (he was sitting at the foot of the dr's bed, holding Lewie). the dr had me bending over the bed, kind of, so my behind was facing jason. the dr kinda pulled my pants about half way down, when he realized he probably should have asked me if this was my husband. "oh, this IS your husband, right?" he asks. "no, he's my brother," i responded. oh, the look on that doctor's face was priceless. jason hurried up and told him he was my husband. but it was pretty funny. (this was a fill-in dr because my dr was out of the office this wednesday afternoon).... ohhhhhh.... what a geek i am.... i still can't believe i slipped down the stairs....
okay, next.
Lewie's been sleeping through the night, which is nice.... (but like i said, i kind of miss being able to blog nearly every single day, but i'll take the sleep for now). he goes to bed anywhere around 730 to 930 and then sleeps until about 530 to 630am. he's now eating 6 ounces every 3 hours instead of 4 ounces every 3. he was super congested for about a week or so, and had an ear infection, but didn't seem to be too much crankier than his usual. he DID want to snuggle up extra while he was sick (just like daddy). =) he's feeling better and smiling at everyone a lot more lately. he even laughed the other night for the first time. he was CRACKING up and i was playing with him and tickling him in his armpits.... it was toooo cute! i tell you, that is DEFINITELY one of those things that make those sleepless nights worthwhile.... babies sure are amazing!!!! =) (even if they do turn 7 and talk back to you sometimes....)
we have finally purchased a crockpot (and little dipper) and a blender (with food processor attachment).... i cannot WAIT to start using them! i'm bound and determined to find out the starbucks white mocha frappuccino recipe and ingredients and make them at home and save four dollars and thirty cents a day.... i'm also even more determined to blend fruits and vegetables and make taylor eat them, (and LOVE them, lol).
so i started this recipe group on facebook and within about a day or two, there were over 80 people joined. how come there are only about 5 recipes on there?!!! they are probably all like me, and just want really good recipes posted, but don't have many of their own. ha! totally kidding, because i KNOW a few people on there can really get down in the kitchen.... cough em up people!!!! share those recipes because i need to eat! =)
a while back, i'd received a jury summons in the mail (my first one in my 26 years of life).... it was for today (well, i was supposed to call on friday after 5 pm, but lost the paper a LONG time ago)..... for whatever reason, this morning, as i was dozing back off to sleep, i jumped up with the thought "JURY DUTY!!!!!!" i had no idea where in the world i would find that junk mail.... i tried googling newport beach jury summons, newport beach jury duty, newport beach court, court in newport beach, ca (all from my blackberry in bed).... i was trying to find a phone number that i could call and maybe get some information, but 1 of 2 things crossed my mind.... 1. if i found a number, who would be there at 515 am to tell me what i needed to do about it anyway? and 2. i'm not even processing thoughts clearly at this time, so sleep sounded better (and won). i fell back asleep until 630ish. all i could think about was Jason's story about when he was supposed to go to jury duty and he didn't and then he had to go to court and they almost took him to jail, but the judge told him to go serve immediately, and so he did and he didn't go to jail, but he almost did, and i didn't want to even imagine having anything like that after me.... it bugged me, but i didn't know what to do.... so i dropped taylor off at school, came home and found the paper (in a huge stack, just like i figured).... looked on the paper. i'm group 5012... called the number i was SUPPOSED to call on friday and groups 5008 through 5011 REPORT to the courthouse at 8 am.... group 5012 through something else, call back after 5. MAN did i luck out (especially since i called at 11 am. ha!) geek, i know, but what a relief. so i'll call them back and tell them i'm not coming, although i'd love to convict someone of something. ;)
i love my husband. that's all about that.
i have some bills to take care of today (i HATE bills, by the way), i need to get Lewie some bigger diapers b/c for whatever reason, he likes to pee and poop OUT of his diaper.... taylor never did that.... none of those explosive diapers like Lewie, but i guess everyone's different, right? i shouldn't compare.... he may end up in a therapist's office years to come for having been compared to his older sister, princess taylor who will be sitting in the therapist's office next to him for believing that she really WAS a perfect princess all these years.... i think everyone needs therapy, no matter how perfect you think you are.... and the more perfect you think you are, the more therapy you probably need. hahahaha. man! i'm really enjoying this one today....
i think i have had a lot built up these past few weeks, and that is probably the reason i was up at 1245 am the other night, doing dishes so that i wouldn't keep my husband awake, talking to him.... thank you blogspot, maybe my husband can actually sleep tonight (withOUT me talking his ear off)....
i better jump in the shower now, while the rugrat's still asleep. he'll be up shortly for his 6 ounce bottle.... i kinda like getting on this schedule now.... i know that usually DEAD ON every 3 hours he starts fussing.... that 3 hours is coming up real quick....
hopefully i won't be away for so long this time.... until next time.... so long my dear readers. ;)
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