i've been self-medicating with my sister's prozac again. she isn't taking it and i'm too lazy to find a sitter and go on base and get mine myself. the only downside is hers you have to take three times a day. i haaate taking pills. i'll admit i've come a long way. when i first met nick i used to puke threw my nose after attempting to take them. truthfully i've never finished a bottle of antibiotics. they smell and make me nauseous. but now as long as i have some of liquid i'm okay with it. but remembering to take it three times a day is so tedious. maybe before my insurance runs out in september i'll go get my own.
this last weekend was pretty eventful. saturday we didn't do much. i woke up with a migraine and was pretty cranky. then i insisted on making spaghetti for dinner. it's my absolute favorite and i always make a double batch so i can have left overs. then nick and i ended up watching the good son (orphan is sooo a remake of that movie) and the edge which i had to cover my eyes a couple of times because of the damn bear. but still it's a good movie. then sunday we ended going to my mom's to help her after her surgery, get some laundry done and make her meatloaf since my sister was apparently too busy hosting the house as a cheater safe haven. my nana was up until three in the morning the night before my mom's surgery cleaning that house spotless and when i got there it looked like it always did. i ended up cleaning the kitchen twice and gathering up the 20 cans of half empty soda laying scattered around. that was fun. it was worth it though. my mom apparently needed the help she wasn't getting at home. i'm glad my brother went over there last night to help with her. he has an interview at taco bell today. his social security ran out since he graduated so now he's forced to get a job. he should be thankful for having it for so long. i was always jealous dad didn't legally adopt me so i could have benefited when i was in high school. but oh, well.
speaking of dad's. i think this is the first year i didn't call or even text oklahoma joe 'happy father's day'. i mean what's the point? i never got a 'hey i heard my grandson got his eyes sliced open, how's he doing?' call. just doesn't even matter. i have a dad and i'm thankful for him. if it wasn't for him all i'd have is a sperm donor who only cares about his new daughter and his psychotic wife.
tons of events are coming up. my cousin destiny's seventh birthday is coming up. we'll probably get her a barbie, but i gotta call her mom and make sure. either that or some dress up clothes. man, i better have a little girl (: then the next day we're having a small family reunion for my mom's side of the family in tacoma. it's important to go so everyone can see andrew. plus i've been mentioning to nick how much i'd love to go to house of kee chinese in puyallup. chinese food is my absolute favorite food ever and that's my absolute favorite place to get it. they have the best won ton soup. with thick noodles and a deep broth i would drink out of a glass. i've been going there since i was a kid and my parent's would take us there after our annual trip to the fair (: mmm soo good. then the next day is fourth of july and we'll probably go to my aunt's since it's here in town and nick will have to work the next day. a bunch of my family is taking a trip up to birch bay near bellingham to go camping, but i don't think we'll go. nick's saving the rest of his vacation days for california in october and i've got the feeling we aren't as welcome since it'll be so crowded. i'd still love to go see my friend's sierra and james up there and my sister colleen. i told nick we aren't definitely driving up there this summer. and if he won't go with me, i'll go myself.
i've moved andrew's party to saturday, august third in olalla. bonfire, bbq and swimming pool at my nana's. how could you go wrong? i've gotta get my ass in gear about the invitations. i want them sent out about a month before. but i have some paper work i need to get done for andrew's medical first and i still have another two weeks or so left.
and now onto my favorite part. i've left out taking a bunch about andrew until now so i can sum up everything all at once. it's been a very clumsy week for my little boy. last week he fell off the couch and the bed in the same day. the couch was nick's fault, but the bed was mine. it ewas about 3 am and nick woke me up because andrew was in our bed again and kicking him in the back. so i grabbed him and rolled him over to the outside of the bed and held onto him and fell back asleep. apparently i didn't have as good of a grip as i thought because not even five minutes later i hear a clunk and some screaming and nick yelling at me that andrew fell off the bed. it was awful. our bed is pretty high up, higher than usual i guess. i felt so bad. he slept in his bed the rest of the night and seemed like he was mad at me the rest of the morning. i've got to get him to sleep in his own bed. around three or four every morning he wakes up and i just put him in our bed. it's a terrible habit. last night i got the worst night's sleep of my life. he was kicking and had to hold onto my face and hair all night. it was awful. i'm going to move his bed today from my side of the bed to the end of the bed so he can't see us when he wakes up. i can't take it anymore. it's become a terrible habit. i hate sleeping in the same bed with him. i feel bad, but i spend all day long with him. at night is the only place it's quiet and i can just be alone with nick who doesn't wake me up every half hour or smother me. but anyway, yesterday nick went to the store and i was on the phone with my dad trying to pick up the kitchen and andrew was playing with his fire truck (seriously the only toy out of about fifty that he will play with) and it was like slow motion. he slipped on his footy pajamas and smacked his face on the truck. i didn't realize how bad it was i mean it's a plastic truck. but then i saw the blood. i think his bottom teeth (which are the only ones he has) cut the inside of his top lip. it was so sad. but i finally got the bleeding to stop and he was laughing after a few minutes. i fed him a popsicle and he went to sleep. then he woke up and he was PISSED so i gave him some tylenol. . . . i'm still on my war against baby food and this last week i found out andrew does not like buttered pasta. but he loves tiny pieces of hot dog (yes, i k now it's a choking hazard but they're literally the size of earring studs after i'm done with them) and chicken nuggets. he also ate some tomato last night and some of nick's mom's beef and mushroom rice. we'ce also started giving him a mix of formula and whole milk so once he's a year he can just have whole milk and be used to it. the toddler in him is starting to rear it's ugly head, but i still love him.
from a while ago but i love this picture
