April 17, 2003
my little boy is 3!
Well and so.I always have the best of intentions. Really I swear! I sit here at work, at my computer, and I try to do an entry and it's usually one of two things - either "everything is always the same for me. Nobody wants to read about that!" or "Oh my Gosh. I cannot think of one more problem or one more solution, and I simply don't have the energy to rehash things right now". It alternates between the two.
Joseph turned 3 this past Saturday. Wow. I actually had a whole conversation on the phone with him last night. As in, he actually answered, and had something to say about what I was telling him. Still having accidents though. Still the temper from hell. I thought that his having a stronger vocabulary would help with that temper thin, but it hasn't, If anything, it just gives him more in his arsenal of insults to hurl at us. He was calling me a bitch - still don't know where he learned that as an insult because Jay and I have never ever called each other names. That didn't go over too well with his father. Then he was calling people Fucker when he's mad. That didn't go over well with me. Then it was Stinker. That didn't get the desired reaction, since we call the both of them stinkers, especially when a diaper needs changing, so that simply wasn't insulting enough. At the moment, I know he's calling us names, but we can't punish him, because he's insulting us in Spanish. We don't speak Spanish. I know enough from high school to ask you your name, are you hot, and are you hungry. I can also ask for the bathroom, and recite the days of week. I cannot, however, call you a name. Joseph is the only one at his daycare that doesn't speak Spanish, so by virtue of the environment, he's soaking it up. But how can I punish him for something, when in truth I've no clue what's being said? He seems to have clued in on this little nugget.
Logan is the polar opposite of his brother. This is a good thing. If I had two Josephs, the top of my head would simply pop off and spin around. It wouldn't be pretty. Logan is eating like a horse, and gaining weight, which is SUCH a good thing. He's nowhere near catching up to his peers though in size. But he's healthy, relatively speaking, and proportionate. And now that we've solved his vomiting problem, eating anything we can give him. In fact, the only time he really gets upset is when he's hungry. Whether you're doing something about it or not. You see, if he's hungry, the world is ending; planets are colliding, life, as we know it, is over. Till you pop that nipple/spoon in his mouth, and the house breathes a sigh of relief, and you know all is right with the world again. Which is why I'm REALLY glad that he's not got his brother's temper.
Jay only has a year of school left. I don't know what will happen at that point, but we're at the halfway mark now. I want this to be over. We've had over 3 years of not sleeping together, having to minutely plan every detail of our lives around his sleep schedule, and both of us in a constant state of sleep deprivation and household chaos. I'm ready for it to be over.
I'm having surgery next week. Outpatient, but they're putting me completely under. If you want to know what for, it's kind of graphic. Email me, and I'll tell ya, rather than gross everyone out all at once. I'm taking off Wednesday, since I will be apparently out of commission with tummy trouble. I'm getting laxatives AND an enema, 'cause they want my stomach as empty as it can be. The surgery is Thursday. Then Jay is going to have a minor outpatient procedure on Friday. Depending on how I feel, my father may have to take him. Ugg. Imagine having something done in a private place, and then having your father-in-law take you home? Yuck. But I couldn't help the scheduling of mine, and he couldn't help his, so here we are.
I got my hair cut and colored. I also got it blow dried straight. I don't know about this. Don't think I like the cut; I can't get it straight to save my life. The only thing I like is the color.
I'm doing the mommy thing tonight. Making 4 gazillion cupcakes for Joseph's friends for their little Easter party.
Have a wonderful Easter everyone!!
