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May 15, 2003
Thursday May 15th, 2003.
I am now 19 1/2 weeks PG with #2.
I have to start by saying if I had another little baby right now, I'd assume that G's behavior is due to jealousy of a new baby. But, I am glad to know that it is just the expected terrible twos. Ugh! It's hard to be pregnant and running around after a 2 1/2 year old. I guess I should feel lucky that he didn't pass into this phase for almost 6 months past his 2nd birthday. I attribute most of his behavior to an increase in his IQ and understanding about life. I truly believe that now that he's talking and understanding more he's testing his/my limits.
The daily routine:
I guess I should start with him waking up a few times each night looking for Goochy in the queen size bed. Last night we put 3 in bed with him and never heard a peep. He had more than enough to find if/when he woke up. He usually gets up around 8 am. I've been sleeping well past my alarm because I've been so tired. We've also had a lot of sever thunderstorms and tornado warnigns and sometimes I go look at the news to make sure we're OK. A tornado hit the county south of us a few days ago at 4 am. And when it thunders if we don't let the dog in, she runs away through the electric fence. Andway, work is slow and so I've been really lazy about getting to work on time. So, when G gets up, I've just gotten out of the shower and I get breakfast ready. He'll eat yogurt or cereal or a breakfast bar. He really likes french toast sticks too. I put an english muffin in the toaster for me and we usually sit and watch some kids shows in the morning together and eat. I let him play while I get dressed. Then the time comes for me to chase him around the house to get him dressed. He thinks it's a big game. I'm usually breathing heavy and exhausted by the time I get him and struggle with my little worm to change his clothes. I tell him it's time for school. He runs around looking for Goochy while I get lunch for work and a sippy cup for when I pick him up at school. I then carry him like he's flying or on my back down the stairs to the basement. My hands are usually pretty full. Then when I open the garage door, he runs out. Today, I had to chase him up the driveway. Everyday, he wants to "play." He has this tricycle that he is learning to ride. The other day he jumped on it and used his feet to make it move and said "I drive bike to school." I told him I didn't think that was going to work. I drag him to the car. We have a 10 minute drive to school and if it's sunny, when I turn the corner, he yells "sunny" so I have to root around for his baseball hat. I swear, I don't know how I've managed not to have a wreck yet. I drop him off and 4 out of 5 times he's fine. But, then there's the day he cries when I leave him.
I pick him up between 5 and 6. He always greets me with the best hugs and kisses. Then we get in the car (after I've chased him across the parking lot) and can't get his juice too him fast enough. He drinks it in 3 minutes and usually wants more or throws the cup. I either give him a banana or a fruit snack and usually he's fine until we get home. Then all hell breaks lose. As soon as I lift him out of the car, he runs out of the garage to the playset. So, I sit outside 'til daddy comes home so I can go check the messages, take in the mail and get dinner ready. We Ron drags him in the door he's screaming then he runs to me and wants to hang on to my leg and cry and whine. I'll tell him to go away and watch tv.
If I yell at him, for doing something wrong he gets real pouty and crosses his arms and sticks his bottom lip out. He has this way with his eyes too. Or he'll hit me or something and starting to throw things. I don't like that at all. He runs around the rest of the night and we attempt to put him down at 9 after a bath. Sometimes it works an sometimes it doesn't and he'll cry until we come back to get him or he'll sit at the top of the stairs if he can get the door open. Then we can start to clean up after him.
It may not sound so bad but, it is exhausting for me. I really try to turn his energy into something productive like letting his drown my plants with the hose or helping me make a bigger mess in the kitchen. The other day he helped me unfold the clothes and put them away. He'd take an item off the pile and throw it to me. I decided that maybe I shouldn't even try folding the clothes. And it wasn't so bad. He ended up under the bed pulling out all the shoes and putting them away for us. He can be a big helper. My husband says he's a bigger helper than his 19 year old.
Band-aids:
G loves band-aids. We find that a kiss and a band-aid makes all booboos feel better. The worst part is that he won't let us take them off. We have to wait until they fall off. Last week he had one next to his eye for 5 days. We were at my mom's and he found the q-tips in her bathroom and was trying to use it and sneezed and hit his head on the bathroom counter. He hit right next to his eye. It bled, he got a band-aid and lots of kisses. Then the next day he fell on the drive way - band-aid on the knee (for 4 days), then on Monday night, he tripped at the end of my bed and went forehead first into the corner of the bed. His forehead swelled incredibly in less than 60 seconds. Even though there was no blood we decided he needed a band-aid. Daddy put it on and put one end over his eye-brow - like I'm going to try to pull that one off. So, last night we asked him if he wanted to take it off. Nope. We opened one side, he had a real good bruise but it just didn't convince him it was time. Maybe tonight it will fall off in the tub.
I need a vacation:
Most of you may know that both Ron and I have been frevently seeking new jobs. It seems that a new job just isn't in the cards for us. We both work for the same company and they have laid off many and it may happen again in late June for those of us remaining. It's very nerve-wrecking to work for the same company sometimes. Fortunately, upper management has found several (3 different) things for Ron to do. Part of the day he's here reading email and answering phone calls and trying to get more work for us. Then he goes over to a building and does some confidential survey stuff. Then on the weekends, 2-4 days a month, he has to work and teach some classes to foreign soldiers. I know he works more than 40 hours a week and when he works on the weekends I have to force him to take some comp time. He'll work 8-16 hours on the weekends and will end up taking a 1/2 day during the week. THat's not enough for me. PLUS, he's teaching classes on Tuesday and Thursday nights for spending cash. Most Thursdays he teaches online so he's at home, at least. So, I told him we needed a vacation.
For 6 days in June, we are going to Key West. I had a companion ticket on Delta so we are flying directly in there and not renting a car. We are staying at a Bed and Breakfast. I am so excited. G will stay at my brother's house with his cousin Lily. I am very excited to get away for a romantic few days with my hubby! We need it badly. I do have to mention that after getting him to tell me when the best time is for him and making the plane reservations (I even waited 24 hours figuring he'd need to change) he picked the wrong weekend and was supposed to work that weekend. The tickets are nonrefundable and I told him (his boss approved it already and doesn't know his schedule with the other guy) that he HAS to go. Now, let's hope my dad doesn't die before or while we're gone.
Speaking of my dad. He still isn't eating much but mom was able (with help from my brother) to take him to lunch yesterday to their country club to meet some friends. Mom said he did great and by the end you could almost hear his voice. Mostly he seems catatonic and sometimes writes things on paper. He's so listless too. Then as they were getting ready to leave he threw up all over the table. He has a hard time keeping food down. Mom had walking pneumonia last week and is just starting to feel better. I worry about her. She has high blood pressure and has had a small stroke about 3 years ago. Dad's sickness is so stressful on her. She goes out several times a day to the nursing home to see him.
Ron has to work this weekend so I think I may go visit my brother's family in Owensboro and then on Sunday I need to go see my dad. My sister is trying to find a way to get my dad and his sister to see each other. My aunt lives in Toledo, Ohio. And she's not in the best of health either but better than my dad. My cousins won't bring her down to see dad. So, my sister wanted me (I'm the most available) to drive Dad up to Fort Wayne, then up to her cottage in Michigan. There is no way my dad can handle a 7 hour drive. So, I've got the word out to some friends looking for a private plane and someone willing to fly us for a couple hundred bucks. I used to fly and knew some people but so far no luck. I think all we need is a twin engine 6-8 seater. We can take a nurse, me, my mom, dad...get there, see my aunt for an hour or so, then fly him home.
That's much ado about nothing. I'm feeling great now at this point in the pregnancy and have another ultrasound June 13th. I am excited for that.
Anne and G and Simon?!?
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