just some more things that my monster is doing.

while taking a shower, he will reach his hand out to the spray of the water and try to catch it. my mom said that this past weekend he took a shower with Papa and kept trying to grab the water. he would also lean forward and put his face in the water, then jump back, shake himself a little and do it again. then in the bath last night he was leaning on mom's leg, kinda on his belly, but ke kept putting his face in the water again. i hope he keeps up this lack of fear of the water. i'm ready for the summer when we can go swimming again.

saturday night we were playing in bed before it was night-night time (wear the kid out and he'll sleep better!!!). the little monster has figured out how to blow raspberries on someone. he was playing between me and the wall and he kept leaning down and blowing raspberries on my leg. then he would scootch down towards my knee and knaw. it wasn't hard or anything, but it sure as hell tickled!!! he almost got kneed a time or two cuz of the reflex jerk. but the cutest thing of the night: i was just kicked back on the pillows watching him and when he was done playing he crawled into my arms how he goes to sleep every night and flopped onto his back and looked at me like "okay mom, i've assumed the position, i'm ready for bed. where's my bottle?" just makes my heart want to melt.

he's also learning how to crawl over objects in his way and to pick his feet up when trying to walk over things. example...there is a toy that his aunt dawn gave us that he can stand up and play with, well this is on the raised fireplace hearth. he loves it there by the way. while i was getting things ready for bed the other day, he was playing in the living room and tried to get at this toy, but the walker was collapsed and sitting on the carpet in front of it. at first he didn't know what to do. he tried to go around it, but there was a box in his way and finally he got fed up and crawled on top of the walker and used it to try and climb on top of the fireplace hearth. little stinker! next example...he was playing in bed with grama and papa and was trying to get me. i was standing by the bed on mom's side. he crawled up grama a little bit and reached up for my hands that i was holding out and proceeded to walk over grama to get to me. he had to try a few times to get over grama's legs, but each time he tried, he raised his legs a little bit more to get his foot in the right spot.

does someone have a cot for me to sleep on? the thanksgiving weekend is supposed to be one of food & leisure. mine was not. i worked all weekend. bleh. yeah, i know, people all over the world do it all the time, but i've never had to before and this past weekend it sucked. i had thursday off, but it's a workout eating all that food and listening to the loud family that i have. i had to be at LSP at 6 on Friday. i got home after 2am and died. dad gave me mikhai at 8am so i could spend some time with him and then i had to be back at LSP by 11:45 on Saturday. i got off after 6pm. spent a little bit of time with mikhai before bed time, then i had to be at LSP by 11:00 on Sunday. i didn't get off until after 6pm. i came home and wanted to die again. but had to take care of mikhai since i was home. tried to go to bed early since he hadn't taken a nap all day. that didn't work. he fell asleep and only slept for 30 minutes to an hour at a time the whole night. we were up from 2:30 to 4:15 before he crashed. during this whole time, he was tired, but he kept falling asleep for 1-2 minutes then he would wake up crying again. now that i'm a little more awake and my brain cells are functioning, it sounds like it might be teething. but at o'dark-thirty in the moring, i wasn't thinking about anything. so i don't know how much sleep i got last night, but apparently with the rate the my eyelids keep drooping, it wasn't enough.

i loved working at LSP, but i'm happy this was the last weekend. i'll actually get to spend almost three whole days with him this weekend!!! :o)

oh my! there is food everywhere i go around here! as the admin for the company, i travel all the floors of the building visiting with people and THEY ALL HAVE FOOD! i'm gonna be so stuffed i'm not gonna be able to eat turkey dinner on thursday! and what makes it even worse is that the food for our company is sitting right inside my office, so i can't escape it!

help! i'm stuffed an i don't know how to stop.

lmao :o)

i need a smoke break already. and i don't even smoke.

my morning started out like any other. roll out of bed with the eyes still half closed and get dressed in the dark and hope to hell that what i have managed to grab matches. go downstairs and get everything ready to take mikhai to the babysitter, then leave. we drop krys off, pick up jodi, then drop mikhai off and finally head to work. mom has been driving like a bat out of hell, but i'm trying to sleep so i don't really pay much attention. she pulls into the gas station and asks jodi to go in and get her hot chocolate. no big deal. we pull out of the parking lot for the gas station and things go downhill VERY fast from there.

my mother is in the midst of an insulin reaction and she is behind the wheel of the car.

not what i'd call a good combination. i've already been in the car with her like this once and i almost literally got out of the car and kissed the ground because i made it in one piece and i might get to see my son again. i was that scared. this time wasn't as bad. it was only a few minutes of pure terror. the previous ride was about half an hour. so anyway. she starts to swerve and almost bounces off the curb. jodi says something to her and i wake up, all the way. she slams her foot on the gas one moment and then the next she is barely giving the car any gas at all. she misses the turn for work so has to go another way. she totally flies by the next turn to get to work. doesn't even realize it. she has this goofy look like she's in lala land. she swerves. i grab the steering wheel, try to keep us in one lane. jodi tells her to pull over. she's not very coherent. "okay, okay" (yeah, she says okay, okay anytime you try to tell her to do something when she's having a spell) the next turn is coming up. it try to help her around the corner and she jumps down my throat.
"I CAN DO IT, TANYA!"
my reply "well stay in one lane then"
she completely runs a stop sign.
"that was a stop sign"
"yeah, well i just ran it"
then she proceedes to fly through an apartment complex parking lot that has about half a dozen speed bumps (they're not nice on the shocks when you're going slow and she's almost going 30)
i was afraid she wasn't going to stop at the next intersection. this one actually has cars that go by that don't have a stop sign also. thankfully she manages to stop. work is only another minute away, but she careens around the corner, almost bouncing us off that curb, then literally stops in the parking lot like she's not sure what to do next. somehow she manages to get us into the parking spot but doesn't remember to put the car in park. i have to lean over and do it. if i hadn't done that she would have taken her foot off the brake and ran us into a wall. i sat there for all of a minute before i got out of the car and went inside. i am torn in how i feel. i am so pissed at being yelled at for giving a damn about my safety and hers, i want to throw one of her infamous lines at her "well excuse me for caring" but then there's the "she's having an insulin reaction and doesn't know what she's talking about and i shouldn't take offense" feeling. but damnit! i'm tired of getting yelled at for trying to make sure that i will make it to work in one piece.

so i'm sitting here at my desk and jodi calls me. "what does she need?" jodi really doesn't know what to do for her so i have to put aside my anger and go make sure that my mother doesn't die. i know it sounds melodramatic, but the honest truth is, if she'd have been left on her own, she would have. i take some O.J. and brownies (i mean it's almost thanksgiving so there is sugar all over the place) and check her sugars. she is at 43. normal is somewhere around 100+. not good. she's loopy and crying and even though all this is happening, she's still worried about what everyone at work is going to say. i could just pull my hair out. FINALLY we get enough orange juice and brownies down her that she is at least starting to be coherent. i check her sugars again and they are 57. not good, but better.

i come back to my desk to calm down cuz i'm still pissed at her, insulin reaction and all and jodi calls. i don't know what she's thinking, but now maybe she knows a little bit more of what i have to deal with. i had told jodi about the last ride of terror and she was sympathetic, but you don't really understand what happens until you're there. i sent her an e-mail and said "that was a small taste of what i went through a few weeks ago" her response "that was horrible!!!" (yeah, tell me about it)

we went to the doctor on Friday for our 6 month check-up. can you believe it's been six months!?!?! but according to the doctor (and this is a direct quote) "he's perfect" the little monster weighs 19 lbs 9 oz and is 26.5 inches long. the doctor had to clean out a bunch of ear wax that was way back in his ear canal so he didn't like that very much. if he could talk, he would have been yelling at the doctor. poor little guy got four shots also. he didn't like the shots this time and he was already upset about getting his ear cleaned out so this just made it worse. on the second shot, he must have tensed his leg cuz the girl had to use force to get the needle in. :o( make me feel bad cuz i have to hold him down while they do it. but he got lots of "aww how cute" from the nurses when we checked out. he had the pouty lip and was wimpering in the "oh mommy they hurted me" way and they just loved it. i felt even worse cuz i had to hold him down to give him the shots then left right after that to go to work. i didn't even get to cuddle him and make it better. (only one more weekend that i have to work) i'm so ready to be able to go home on Friday and spend the weekend with my son.