Showing posts with label stress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stress. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

More Random Stuff

I'm not exactly sure what I'm writing... so here's a picture of a kitty!

Our new kitty, to be exact. My mom... (love her to death, but she's an idiot sometimes) took in a kitty. Female. Not spayed. I TOLD her she was going to get kittens. The cat was preggo, and there would be kittens everywhere. I also told her that Mama Cat would have a calico, and it was MINE. Well, somehow, she forgot all that. So, kittens arrived, four of them. One was calico, one was the one above, and there were also two orange tabbies, which my aunt took. My freakin' brat of a sister decided she wanted to keep the calico kitteh. I want to bitch-slap my mom for forgetting what I said. So... We looked around a bit, but we couldn't find a home for Mr. Poe. Admittedly, we didn't try that hard. We were going to put up a poster at the hospital, but somehow, I never got around to making it. And then....
GW's ex wife happened.
Yeah, I know, it sounds like it doesn't have anything to do with my mom's unwanted kitten, but it does.
And this is how. 
X-Lady sends GW a Facebook message, asking if he could take one of the cats that they had when they were married. She's getting another divorce, and isn't sure if wherever she is moving to will take 3 cats. Could we find it in our hearts to take Sir Henley? GW says... Of course we can. And then says to me that it's not fair to say no to my mom, and yes to Ex-Lady. So... Kitteh count will be up to SEVEN, come Memorial Day weekend. 
So, here are some more pictures of Mr. Poe, who is adorable beyond words.




Blurry, because the little bugger never stops moving unless he's asleep.

Scoot & Mr. Poe


Scoot & Mr. Poe 2

Monday, December 20, 2010

Gifts = Success!

Kathy loved her scarf, and now insists that Alex gets a matching pair of pants. I'm not sure if I have enough of the Kermit fleece left for a full pair of pants, but I could probably appliqué a Kermit face to the butt or something. When Kathy opened her gift, Miranda looked really sad, she didn't have much to open right then. It was a good 20 minutes before she got to open her scarf, and it took a lot of willpower for me not to scream at Dawn "Just give her the damn present already!!!" So, when she finally got it, she never noticed her scarf was kind of wacky & twisted. How could she have noticed when it was either wrapped around her neck, or being rubbed on her face from the time she unwrapped it? So yeah, she liked it a lot, and seemed pretty thrilled that I would make something for her. Ryan got to open the goodie box, and immediately put one of the peanut butter bon-bons in his mouth. He tried to shove the box under his gifts, but he was caught, and was told they were to share.
Another good thing is that Ryan doesn't freak out as much anymore about me BF'ing Alex. I think he's figured out that I'm going to do it when it needs to be done, no matter where I am. Of course, this is getting more difficult, since Alex has figured out that *shock!* there is a world beyond the boob, and he wants to see it.

Alex got a book from Kathy, which he loves... And also his first taste of wrapping paper, which he also loves.
He was not so happy when I took it away, though...
So, he had to get a new present to nom.

We were supposed to go to Holly's Christmas party, but, when we got home, we decided to take a nap, and totally missed the party starting time. We didn't want to be there too late, and we had TJ for the weekend. After hearing Heather's recap of the party, it's a good thing we didn't bring TJ along. The Yankee swap was full of gifts that would have puzzled TJ to no end. Such as the inflatable sheep that was subsequently brutalized by most of the males at the party. Or the '1001 sex positions' book that Heather acquired. Or the fat squirrel statue (Which Heather said had no purpose other than to sit there, and look fat and cute. Everyone wanted it, of course, and much thefting took place.).
Now, we get to make dinner on Christmas for my mom & her Santa-boyfriend. This should be interesting.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Does the spit-up ever end?

I'm guessing the answer is a big fat NO.
Alex's swallow study didn't go too well. He hated the stuff, even though he was absolutely starving. He drank less than 2 ounces of it. So of course, they didn't see any reflux going on. The doctor was a jackass, even after someone told him that GW is their IT guy, and to tone it down a little. The guy completely ignored me as if I was invisible. (I was livid, but was able to wait until we got back to the car a couple of hours later to flip out. That poor man I'm married to doesn't know what to do with me, or our miserable baby.) When the nurse called me, she said that there was nothing to do, Alex was fine, he was just going to be a spitter, it wouldn't hurt him, and there aren't any other medications they can use other than Zantac. All of which I know isn't true.  The poor kid is in fits half the time from silent reflux, and the rest of the time he either spends trying to make up for lost calories, or spitting sour milk all over me (and GW, and the floors, and the cats...).

The same nurse who said there was nothing wrong with him also told me that I should just "put him on formula and stop wasting my time" breastfeeding him. And that "formula is just as good, if not better" than breastmilk. WTF. What era is she from?? Does she not know that formula SUCKS?? And that there's no way it can ever be as good as mom noms? I'm not bashing the people who NEED to use formula, btw. There is a place for it, or it wouldn't exist. One of my cousins was both milk protein and lactose intolerant, so I know. And I know the pain her mother went through finding out that she couldn't breastfeed her daughter. It isn't always a choice of convenience.

On the same note... You may find this gross, but I convinced GW to taste some mom noms (and joked that he'd probably need one of his lactose pills). He said it was good, and it didn't bother him like cow's milk does. Not that he had a lot, just enough for a flavor. He said it was very sweet. We'd been debating about letting Alex have fruit purees, because of the sugar content. Tasting the mom noms & comparing them to the fruit has proved that mom noms are sweeter than fruit, so all is well...

And Alex can now have things with fruit. So far, he's tried pearsauce (like) and applesauce (dislike) in addition to his avocado. We also gave him some green beans (home made from freshly steamed beans), and he was not really impressed at first, but he got used to them. I have a freezer bag full of "green bean squares" now. They didn't really want to stay in circles like the nice, obedient avocado. I sort of put them in a pile, and smoothed them out to a relatively flat surface, and scored the top so that I could break it into smaller portions once it was frozen. It worked out pretty well, I think. I made some of the squares smaller for morning meals, and larger ones for evening.

I don't believe in "breakfast foods". I'm the freak who would get up in the morning and open a can of green beans instead of cereal. And eat them with my fingers, because I'm just that lazy. They were also one of the things I'd give TJ for a snack when I wanted to go back to sleep on the couch. They make great toddler snacks, really. Dump a bunch of them in a dish or on a plate, and let them go to town. Sure, you end up with mashed beans in the carpet, but it was easy and it saved me from having to make anything, or worry about him choking on crackers or other un-nutritious things. (canned baby carrots are also good... if you don't have light colored carpets).

I'm trying to remember all the things I did with TJ, and when. It's really hard, because that was 10 or so years ago. And he was a difficult kid in ways of food. I remember that he really liked plain yogurt with peaches (gross!), but for the life of me, I can't remember how old he was when I let him have that. The feeding guidelines have changed so much, that I really don't know what's "right" or "wrong".

Friday, September 3, 2010

Must. Pamper. Self.

I'm totally stressed out about this whole wedding thing. My family & friends are going nuts... They want a huge thing, and they want it in a couple of weeks. The list of things people want to do is INSANE. Ain't gonna happen. Soooo...
I'm taking a showerbath. By my dang self. No Alex. (he's sleeping anyway) I'm putting off the diapers until tomorrow.
I am creating a chem-free spa experience.
I have sea salt, extra virgin coconut oil (EVCO), sesame oil, baking soda, powdered oatmeal, and apple cider vinegar (ACV).
Sounds like a recipe for DOOM, right? Nope, they all have a purpose, which I will explain presently.
  • Sea salt to put in the bath. 
  • EVCO & sesame for my legs... After I *gasp* shave them. Also for after I'm done to smell yummy & moisturize. 
  • Oatmeal for a masque.
  • Baking soda for washing my hair, and for scrubbing my face.
  • ACV for rinsing my hair.
This is going to be fun... Or at least, relaxing.