Resolutions

Of the Dexter variety:

1. Grow some teeth
2. Hold on to stuff
3. Drool more
4. Take some steps
5. Have more meaningful conversations with Daddy:

The Great Sleep-In

Last night he ate at 9:30, fell asleep at midnight, and woke up at 5am to eat more. He fell back asleep and it's 10am right now and I don't hear a peep from that room. I'm waiting until the last minute to wake Steve so he can get a nice nap in since he's off tonight.

Things are screwy, we're getting kicked out of the apartment, and subsequently moving to Steve's mom's house. I'm so glad. I baked most of my holiday cookies over there and it's nice dammit. Plus, she's another in the camp of "Steve's dad is crazy so don't mind him when he says you're not raising your son right"

It will be nice to be in a place where I can help my son through crying fits without worrying what Steve's dad has told the neighbors about me and worrying what they'll think because of it.

It will be nice to live with adults who clean up after themselves. We'll have half the space, but it's going to be sooo much better.

I got a bunch of clothes for Dexter yesterday. A friend of mine from high school dropped off the clothes she had left from when her 5 year old was little. He grew fast like Dexter is, and he's kind of tall and lanky, so there's a lot more pants instead of sleepers. My poor little guy seems to outgrow sleepers so fast. He's all legs.

In other news, my back still hurts, and my wrist still hurts, but I think the back thing is getting better and I think the wrist thing is tendinitis. Anybody know what the cure is for that before I go trying to find a doc who'll take the medical card? I'm not wasting mine and steve's time and taking a baby to the doctors office if I only get a prescription of "wrap it up and take some advil."

Ok, so today is the blog entry of run-on sentences. sorry about that. My grammar has been lacking. I'll blame it on the hurried state of affairs of late and hope you'll all forgive me. :D

Somebody come babysit so I can start packing!

Crimmus.

This is pretty much how my Christmas went...



Just Kidding! It was more like this!

i really try my hardest not to get wrapped up in complaining about my life, because I know it can always be worse.

But gosh darnit if it isn't really crappy right now.

Bah Humbug. Thanks for not coming to my son's first christmas.

tis the season.

A) I hate the guy who will most likely become my father-in-law. I've never truly hated anyone before. I've also never had someone talk about what a bad mother I am, or called the person I love an asshole, or smoked to prove a point. When I saw that cigarette I wanted to put it out on his face. Not because he's a smoker. I know plenty of those, and they're wonderful people. I just wanted to put it out on his face because he's a close-minded jerk who doesn't deserve the son he ended up with. Here's an idea, if your son has constant ear infections (to the point of considering putting tubes in his ears) and the doc says smoking may be causing them, why not stop? Sorry. Just had to rant.

B) Steve is depressed and I don't know how to fix it. :(

C) My son has a red rash and a swollen gland behind his ear.

D) I'm too scared to ask Steve's mom if we can live with her. Although, it would be nice to tell that stupid jerk I prefer his ex-wife to him any day.

E) Dex smiles all the time, and he talks and he's getting so big. I can't wait until I really start to see his little personality and I can take him to the zoo and bake cookies for Santa and all that crap.

Merry Holidays to everyone, in case I don't get the chance to say it again before your respective ones.

Ting-a-Ling cookies are good for the soul.

I love going by my grandparents house. I keep thinking I could really live out here. We could actually afford a house down here.

But it's so far from everyone. :(

It's done me a world of good getting out of the mess up north.

Wish List

All I want for Christmas is a new place to live. :[

Steve's dad decided to smoke last night. After we all agreed that as long as Dexter lived here he wouldn't. He didn't do it because it's 15 outside, he didn't do it because his back hurt too much to stand. He did it because Dexter was crying when Steve left for work. Like usual, he asked to hold Dex when he was screaming and upset because he needed to eat. We've told him time and time again that he can hold Dex once we get him calmed down. Instead of repeating himself for the 50 millionth time, he just said "Deal with it" and Steve's dad took that as "I'll smoke a cigarette to get their attention." He actually said to Steve "I don't know why she's being a baby about ONE cigarette." Then he said that he was smoking it because we wouldn't sit and talk with him about all our crap being in the living room. Verbatim: "How does it feel to be snubbed? Ask her how she feels being snubbed?" Then he said he didn't have to ask his son if he could smoke in his own home. Then why even say you'd stop??? Why smoke, and endanger my son's life, to try and prove some stupid point?

I guess Steve said he wasn't going to see Dex if that was his tactics, because I heard his Dad say "If your Grandma never sees him before she dies then I don't have a son."

Who says that to their kid??? To the kid who supported them for the better part of the last 4 years. Oh yeah I know who would say that, the same guy who calls his kid an asshole.

I'm scared of this guy. I really want out of here, and I don't think we have any options. :[

Dr. Casa M.D.

We got the first 3 seasons of House on black friday. We started watching them today, and goddamn if they didn't have an episode where a baby died. I couldn't even finish the whole episode without curling up into a ball. When did I turn into such an extra huge wuss??? A) It's not like it happened to my baby. B) It's not like it even happened to a real baby. Heck, half the time you could tell it wasn't a real baby.

It had the guy from Trueblood. I think his name is Sam in that show.

He went to the doctor today. He weighs 12 lbs, 14 oz. He's 24.3 inches long. Apparently that puts him in the 90th percentile for length, and the 75th for weight. This means nothing to me, it's like the teacher from Peanuts is telling me things about my son. His new doctor, on the other hand, would suck as an adult to those Peanuts folks. She's wonderful, I can understand her, and she said Dex is perfect. :D