Not Again!!

Saturday was a glorious day in our world. The whole morning started out late because of our watching all the delightful fireworks that my hubby "dropped two bills on" (in English it means he spent $200... are you kidding me?) Brownie had his allergy shot and I had sent my hubby to take him because I had been up all night with Little Mikey and was trying to dose in my chair.

At the Doctor's office they gave my Hubby a hard time about not being the bio dad of Brownie... they have never cared before... so Hubby came home in a great mood. I should have heeded the warning signs.... BUT...

"Honey, can you help me? The dryer is acting funny." I had tried to look at it on Friday... we had turnage, fire and some heat but not enough. Well. My Hubby took off the back. The front. Oh, and the top. ... needless to say after many minutes and many, many curse words my dryer was fully broken. We moved it into Jellybean's room until such a time as I am allowed to call the repair man. ??

So... Hubby went to his work and "borrowed" the dryer fom there for me to use. Isn't he sweet?

Several loads later I went on our quad-monthly pilgrimage to Wal-Mart. Alone with the baby, while Hubby went and repired a water heater at a Red Lobster. I had just begun putting multiple random items into my cart (litter box, shampoo, baby clothes) when my Hubby called and said he and B were coming to "help" me. So... I put back a couple of items :) and was joined by them in the bread isle. We made it to the checkout counter without further incidents until B put a HEATH bar on the counter.

"How nice of you..." "No, its mine..." Hubby and son began a ten minute battle over who really was getting the candybar. I loaded the baby into her car seat while my Hubby "helped" and loaded all the groceries into the back of the Moose. We all got into our seperate cars and left. Hubby to find pizza and me heading home to the boys.

Two stop lights later... I realized I didn't have my wallet. I called the Hubby and asked him... when he responded with a very colorful word I knew my wallet was gone forever. :( We rushed back to Wal-Mart and sure enough... my wallet... that had been sitting in the front of the cart was gone... the Hubby remembers seeing it as he retuned the cart to its corral while he was bickering over the candybar.

Gone. Bye-bye. Super long story short.... I have decided to get a mans wallet with a chain.

Oh... yea. I am also not having my Hubby help me anymore either.

Weird Yet Sappy.

I just noticed the Widget thing there on the side. It says that there are still 10 days until Mikayla is due. It just hit me how weird it is that she is still not inside. I look at her and marvel at her perfectness. Her hands and feet amaze me. Her personality is great. She laughs while she sleeps and growls while she eats. She loves to be in the tub but not getting washed. What a beautiful creation I have been blessed with. I still sometimes question the wisdom of our having her at this stage of our lives (Brownie will be starting college in the fall and Jellybean will be in Kindergarten...). At the same time I am so glad we don't have another 10 days before she comes into our world. I wouldn't want to miss a minute of this ride with her. I have only had to wait 16 years for her to come along... so far she has definately been worth the wait.

Zzzzzz..

If I stop moving I fall asleep. My little boys find this quite amusing. I have turned into my mom. I remember as a kid how she would nod off and be awake again instantly if someone talked to her, or touched her or breathed in her general direction. I also remember the jump that she did as she regained her previous state of awakeness. Hang on... I witnessed this just these past few weeks while she has been here with us. Something about being the mom certainly wears you out. My mother said it is because Mikayla is a girl. She even took a picture of myself and my child sleeping in the chair. I never actually saw the photo but I was told that we both had our mouths wide open and looked very related. Go figure :). I am enjoying the television offerings at 2am and usually again at 4. My cat is completely confused by my nightly wanderings. My mind struggles to focus and retain information. Where are the diapers? Has anyone seen the wipes? Maybe if I sit down for a minute I will remem......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

My daughter.

Today is Mikayla's third day on this little planet we call home. I have not yet called the hospital and checked on her but as of last night at 9:30ish she was still doing well. The Dr. has decided that it is time to begin feeding her. Yea! She will be receiving 1 tsp. of milk every three hours until she is ready to nurse. She is also receiving Zantac for acid reflux... poor little girl... but it seems to be making her feel better.