Well - my poor boy has pneumonia... So not fun! I'll tell you what - I do not understand people with munchhousen (forgive my abissmal spelling but I'm not looking it up). HOw could anyone enjoy watching their kids get x-rays or any of that. And pneumonia isn't even all that bad in the grand scheme of things! Hopefully the amoxycillian will kick it all out and life can get back to normal. Otherwise, I'll be reading harry potter to him for the next few days - joy and rapture... I probably won't get a damn thing of my own done though and that's fine by me - I just want my boy to feel better.
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Every year at about this time, I get really retrospective... funny thing is - it's always about this time of year that somehow or another, I come across people I knew - way back when - people who I counted on, people who made me laugh when it was hardest, and sometimes just people who I knew to pass in the halls, on the street, that for some reason or another, thought to say hello. Maybe we all get this way in the fall. I know why I get this way - it'll be eleven years on the 19th since my mom died. Most of the people I know now, the people I love now, never met her and that makes me more sad than I like to think about.
I'd give nearly anything for my sons and husband to meet her - I think she'd fall in love with my men. They're hard to resist though. I talk about her sometimes with them - so they know where I come from. My six year old has a hard time with it sometimes but, I can't let him think that my grandmother is my mother or that my stepmother is my mother. I have one mom - she doesn't stop being my mom just because she's dead. Nan and Kathy are great for the boys, with the boys, and to the boys but - fact remains neither one is my mom. When the baby gets older, he too will be told - it may cause some confusion but it's better a little confusion in the beginning than a child feeling he's been lied to when he gets older. I know I always hated that. Better to tell them the truth and explain it than lie to avoid tough conversations.
It's funny how life works out - how people find you again after all sorts of time has gone by. Here I am - nearly myself again after seven years of being something else - and I'm finding people left and right - perhaps if only because I'm ready to. It’s something to think about at any rate I suppose...
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Had our two month checkup yesterday... I can't believe it's been that long!! Anyway - he weighs in at 13lbs, 4oz... Overall he's doing great except for this reflux thing. I was hoping we'd gotten past it but we havent'. I hate the idea of giving him medicine so young but it *does* help him and that's all that matters...
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I do not own a scale and have absolutely no plans to ever own a scale so I can't keep track of my weight. I've owned scales in the past and when they are in the house - I tend to obsess so I'm not going back to that place... Anyway, I've been keeping track and, even though I've not been able to do a whole lot yet with the little one especially now that his brother has decided to have a nasty-keep-him-home-from-school-type-cough...
In order to keep my progress honest - and keep me motivated to keep working, I figure I'll my measurements instead. I know I'll never quite make it back to where I was if only because of the bust - with each child I gain an inch and perhaps someday I'll get them downsized some.
8/16/06 9/17/06 10/3/06
Bust 45 43 42
Waist 45 40 38
Hips 44 42 41
Butt 46 44 44
Overall - not bad for only two months post-partum and post-operation - especially since I couldn't really lift anything more than Wolverine for the first six weeks. I'm happy with it. I'll be a lot happier when those measurements don't start with 4's though...
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