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April 7, 2003
April 7, 2003
Well, let's see, since the last time I wrote, a lot of little events have taken place. On Friday, the 28th of March, my dad got really sick. My sister, the nurse, figured he had lost his kidney functions as well as some conscienceness. We all figured he was on his way to dieing. I took a half day on Friday and spent the weekend with my mom. She lives an hour away. Throughout the weekend, dad got better and was walking, with help, to the bathroom. He still isn't eating well and is all skin and bones. We all believe it's just a matter of time, 6 months tops. He's so miserable. As sad as it will be, it will be a blessing for him. I just hope it's fast.
Then, the next night, Saturday night. Dh drove up to my mom's house and we went to a sorority function for my stepdaughter. I was too tired to drive home and stayed at my sister's house (the nurse). She was hanging out with her new boyfriend and at 3 am in the morning I got a phone call from the police telling me they had one of her sons who was out past curfew. He's 16. To make a long story short, my sister is going through a midlife crisis that became emphasized with her divorce. She has lost control of the kids and has become selfish and a little too focused on her new beau. Fortunately, I was there to answer the phone. I called her cell phone and she came home right away. My nephew is grounded and the car was taken away. I don't know if my sister is staying home more often, it's none of my business. Of all my sisters (3 of them), she and I get along the least.
Last week was fairly uneventful. Dh and I are still waiting for news with a job he applied for. After his interview, they said 10 days, it's been 20 now. He called last week but no decision was made. I got a letter in the mail that verifies my level II ultrasound in 3 weeks. It is on the 29th of April. I am so excited for that.
On Wednesday of last week, G threw a fit about being placed in his crib. He refused to sleep in it. In his room is a spare queen sized bed. He wanted to sleep in the bed. So, after rocking with him for a few minutes to calm him down I asked him if he wanted to go back to his crib. He said no. Then I asked him if he wanted to sleep in the big bed. He said yes. I put him down, covered him up and he slept all night without falling out. I got a bed rail the next day and since then he has begged to sleep in the big bed. Over the weekend it was tough to get him to take naps. I had gotten a "car" shaped toddler bed from my brother and that's in his room too. He crawled out of the big bed, played for quite a while then crawled into the car bed and took his nap. It's great that he's ready for this on his own. We've also been working on potty training and he prefers undies to diapers but doesn't quite know to go to the potty BEFORE he pees. But, as soon as he does, he says "wet" and wants his pants off.
Friday night was pretty bed. DH had to work all weekend so he decided to take Friday off as comp time. He wanted to get some work done around the house. I wasn't busy and had decided to leave work around 3. Just as I was leaving, DHs phone rang. I decided to answer it and it was his daughter. She called to tell me her sister was in a car accident. The sorority daughter has/had a 1994 jeep wrangler and she wrecked it. I kept trying to call DH on my way home and finally reached him. He had been outside. He was not happy. It's a never ending story with his kids and cars. We are still working with the claim from my stepson's car being broke into. Well, they took her to the hospital and bandaged her head. She had scraped it pretty good and was lucky not to have any stitches. She forgot to put her seat belt on and slammed her head into the windshield. She totalled the mustang she hit. She was making a left and she didn't see him coming from the opposite direction. and she ran into him. We don't know if she totalled her jeep yet. Ugh! And we had just made the last payment on that car and were about the sign it over to her. After the hospital, DH, G and I went to the police impound lot to claim the car and have it towed to the dealer for the estimate this week. Its such a mess. It's like we are made of money. I mean really. These kids will be the death of us. We got home pretty late that night.
That's about it. I'm sure there's lots of other stuff to tell about. I'm still feeling good but not great. If I don't take my nausea med in the mornings, I will get an upset stomach. I know it's just a matter of time.
Anne
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