Conundrum

I miss you Blog.

I miss my internet friends.

I discovered Google Reader and I barely visit anyone's blog anymore. Only the ones who I can't read their full posts.

Have I mentioned how much I hate writing papers?

Let me pose a question.

The damage to my van from the accident is purely cosmetic. I can rub off most of the paint that transferred from the other car. And the dent, I'm pretty sure can be popped out quite easily. I'm getting money from the ins. co. to get it fixed. But, the amount I am getting will pay for 3 classes in my bachelor's program.

So, what would you do? If you had a vehicle that was 7 years old, and only had superficial damage would you pocket the money or have it fixed? I am not planning on trading in or selling my van until it dies, which I'm sure will be at least another 5 years.

If you kept the money, what you would spend it on? Fun or function?

Grumblecakes

So, I got a little sideswiped yesterday on my way to class. The other driver and I swapped info. Both of us were fine, my back was already on the outs, and we could drive our vehicles. So we continued on our way. Both of us were on our way to 8am classes.

So, I call my Dr. this morning because I just wanted to make sure nothing got too jacked up. But he doesn't handle liability stuff. So, I can't make an appt. with him regarding my accident. Sure, I can regarding my back, but not my back because of the accident and file it through my health ins. I have to have my appt., pay out of pocket, and then claim it under the vehicle ins. It's so much of a hassle, I'm not even going to do it. Oh, and the soonest they could get me in would be Monday. Hell, I'll be better by then.

Rollin' rollin' rollin'

From tummy to back. He did it last night. I'm so excited! And unlike his sister, he did it more than once. Now we have to get him interested in going from back to tummy. Then he can roll his happy butt around the house and give my back a break.

It's Over

The signs have been there for weeks.

Disinterest, stress, crying, impatience.

This week.... well. We decided to end it.

The Squirt has broken up with my boobs.

He decided that I am too hormonal.

Naturally, I feel rejected but at the same time I have a new sense of freedom.

Mothers will always mourn how fast their children grow.

5 Months

I'm a little behind. I am a week late in posting the Squirt's 5 month progress report. I'm also behind on the dishes, the laundry, vaccuuming, and general housecleaning. However, I'm not going to use this time to gripe about how overwhelming these little things are for me. Little things like a pacifier laying on the floor under the swing for an entire week and noone picking it up. Said E, "Oh, I didn't even notice it." Yeah, you don't seem to notice a lot.

NO, I am going to use this time instead to talk about the Squirt!!

Again, I will say that it isn't fair that he has grown so much. I didn't get a lot of pictures. Not good ones anyway. Who knew a baby could move at the speed of light and blur any attempts at documenting his babyhood? See how devious he is?
With my start of classes he has started spending about 5 hours twice a week with a sitter. The first couple of weeks were rough but he's starting to get into it. I realized that he loves me and misses me when I am gone.

I look at the picture above and for a moment I get a glimpse of what he will look like when he is older.... like 5.

He is back to a milk only diet. If we try anything else this is the response we get. Also, he will hold what ever we try to give him in the back of his mouth and try to yak it out. It's quite funny and I find that I try to give him things like juice, cereal, Orajel, and Tylenol just to see the look on his face. The above picture was Orajel.

His greatest achievement this month was the discovery of his feet. He is completely in love with his toes. He will lay like this for a long time and lift his legs up, then down, up then down. It is endless fun for him.

Still no rolling over, still now worried about it. He is very snuggly. When Dani plays with him he grabs her hair. She squeals, then he squeals, then E and I say, "Look, the kids are playing together."

Then we sit back and sigh, "Wow, we have KIDS."