today, me and mama were late for work again. i don't really like going there, but she promises that we don't have to for much longer. before we left, we saw some cute pictures of sadie on mama's email. mama says that we'll be great friends.
we didn't stay at work for very long because we had to go to see dr. st. amant so he could check on us and take my picture. he said everything was good with me and that mama doesn't need to be on her feet so much. (i knew going to work was a bad idea).
when we left the perinatologist (that's what mama says he is...he's the baby 'specialist' or whatever), mama really wanted a smoothie. she didn't get one because she says 'they have too much sugar', but i think it would be really good. we went to hobby lobby because mama is still looking for a shelf for my room. she can't find one that she likes and i think she's starting to get mad about it. we walked around and looked at some pretty christmas ornaments. i was proud of mama because she didn't buy anything...even though there were some that she really really wanted.
since we weren't getting a smoothie, mama decided she would get me some sugar free yogurt. i was all excited...until i heard the lady at the window get smart with my mama. i thought to myself 'uh-oh'. then, i listened to mama say that lady was mean...and she paid for our yogurt with $2.56...all in loose change...while she snarled at the mean window lady.
we had a nap when we got home and it was awesome. when we got up, mama was in a much better mood...until she got on the phone with the cable lady. mama said they owe her and daddy a lot of money from when they moved and they keep saying they are going to mail a check, but tonight the lady acted like mama was crazy and said she didn't know anything about a refund. well, she must not have known that having me in her belly makes my mama a little cranky. so, i listened to mama gripe at the cable lady and tell daddy how dumb she thought the cable lady was.
uncle pat is here now. he's saying something about 'signing up for the navy'. i have no idea what that means, but he seems excited about it so i guess i am, too. daddy says uncle pat has a good plan so i guess that means it's good.
mama keeps saying she is tired and that it's bedtime, so i guess i have to get off of this computer and go to bed. i don't really have a choice at this point.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
The Weekend
Thursday night, Mama and Daddy had their loud friends over to eat and watch their show. I tried to stay pretty quiet because I figured if I moved much they were going to try to show me off. I'm taking time for me now because I'm pretty sure that when I get here I'm going be bounced around like a volleyball.
Friday, we had to go to work again, but it wasn't that bad. Mama sang some good songs to me (Eva Cassidy and the Beatles). Friday evening, we met Daddy after work and tried to shop for a shelf but we didn't find anything except a store with a bunch of musty-smelling used furniture and a baby bed from 1860. Also, Daddy was having a hissy fit because he thought that a pimple on his leg was staph infection, and Mama thought he was being a drama queen so she stopped entertaining him.
Then Mama and Daddy went on what they called a "date." I was there, but not really. They didn't talk much to me at dinner, but it was okay because it was an awesome peppercorn filet.
Saturday we went to Winnsboro and listened to Daddy playing the drums. The weather was nice and Mama and miss Anna were able to listen from the truck with the windows rolled down, so Mama wouldn't get too tired having to stand around. That night, we went to a weird movie with Uncle Adam. I didn't understand it. It was late when we got home and Mama's sugar was low, so she was kind of grouchy. Then Daddy made us a grilled cheese and she got better.
This morning Mama was crowding me out because she drank three glasses of milk. She just kept saying, "I'm so thirsty," and I kept thinking, "I'm so running out of room." Then we went to church, and then to visit Mr. Ford, and then we came home and Mama talked to Aunt Jessie, and took a two hour nap while Daddy cleaned other people's garbage out of our shed out back.
Then Mammie and Pappie came over and brought supper (beef stew, which satisfied Mama's roast beef craving), and then me and Mama got our butts kicked at Scrabble. It is now getting past our bedtime.
Goodnight.
Friday, we had to go to work again, but it wasn't that bad. Mama sang some good songs to me (Eva Cassidy and the Beatles). Friday evening, we met Daddy after work and tried to shop for a shelf but we didn't find anything except a store with a bunch of musty-smelling used furniture and a baby bed from 1860. Also, Daddy was having a hissy fit because he thought that a pimple on his leg was staph infection, and Mama thought he was being a drama queen so she stopped entertaining him.
Then Mama and Daddy went on what they called a "date." I was there, but not really. They didn't talk much to me at dinner, but it was okay because it was an awesome peppercorn filet.
Saturday we went to Winnsboro and listened to Daddy playing the drums. The weather was nice and Mama and miss Anna were able to listen from the truck with the windows rolled down, so Mama wouldn't get too tired having to stand around. That night, we went to a weird movie with Uncle Adam. I didn't understand it. It was late when we got home and Mama's sugar was low, so she was kind of grouchy. Then Daddy made us a grilled cheese and she got better.
This morning Mama was crowding me out because she drank three glasses of milk. She just kept saying, "I'm so thirsty," and I kept thinking, "I'm so running out of room." Then we went to church, and then to visit Mr. Ford, and then we came home and Mama talked to Aunt Jessie, and took a two hour nap while Daddy cleaned other people's garbage out of our shed out back.
Then Mammie and Pappie came over and brought supper (beef stew, which satisfied Mama's roast beef craving), and then me and Mama got our butts kicked at Scrabble. It is now getting past our bedtime.
Goodnight.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Chinese Dance Party
Dear Diary,
Mama and I slept late again. We had our Coke like usual, and Mama sang to me. She did a good job, but she only sang one song that I liked. We had waffles for breakfast, which was good to me. I'm supposed to eat every three to four hours, so when Mama goes on a sleeping binge, I get a bit cranky.
We went shopping tonight and bought a few things for the guest room. I'm told that's where the grandmas will sleep. Mama tried on some Crocs because shoes have stopped fitting her poor feet, but she didn't find any that she liked. Then Mama bought me Chinese food for supper. It was an excellent idea, and when Daddy got home and put his hand on me I showed him a few dance moves. He loves it when I dance. Mama does too, but it's not nearly as much fun for her as it is for him.
Goodnight, blogosphere.
Mama and I slept late again. We had our Coke like usual, and Mama sang to me. She did a good job, but she only sang one song that I liked. We had waffles for breakfast, which was good to me. I'm supposed to eat every three to four hours, so when Mama goes on a sleeping binge, I get a bit cranky.
We went shopping tonight and bought a few things for the guest room. I'm told that's where the grandmas will sleep. Mama tried on some Crocs because shoes have stopped fitting her poor feet, but she didn't find any that she liked. Then Mama bought me Chinese food for supper. It was an excellent idea, and when Daddy got home and put his hand on me I showed him a few dance moves. He loves it when I dance. Mama does too, but it's not nearly as much fun for her as it is for him.
Goodnight, blogosphere.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The Noises I Heard Today
Dear Diary,
No pukes this morning. I woke late to the muffled ramblings of Daddy saying something about waking up, and Mama replying with something about getting a Diet Coke with Splenda before she hurls.
From there, it was the truck, and Mama talking. As I dozed off, I kept being stirred awake by something pushing my head down into my knees. I had found a pretty comfortable position, which isn't easy with what I'm working with, but every time I laid my head back, there was another push, and I kept stretching my legs, but they kept bouncing back at me; knees in the face again. Mama kept saying, "Get out of my ribs. Get off of my bladder." I didn't get it. This went on for forty-five minutes.
The day went on, and after a solid nap, I woke up to very important news. I'm bustin' out! Not quite, but I am scheduled for release. The doctor told Mama it would be November 16 at 7 a.m. Now, even though I'm not sure what a November is, and even though 7 a.m. is way extremely much too early for me, Mama thought this was good news, and so I do too. Later, Daddy had a talk with me about how I better have all the fun that I can in here now because I've only got three weeks left. I tried to tell him not to worry, I'm right-handed, but I don't think he heard me.
Bedtime. But not until I listen one more time for Mama begging Daddy for a piece of chocolate, and then laughing when she steals one before she brushes her teeth, right after she checks her sugar.
No pukes this morning. I woke late to the muffled ramblings of Daddy saying something about waking up, and Mama replying with something about getting a Diet Coke with Splenda before she hurls.
From there, it was the truck, and Mama talking. As I dozed off, I kept being stirred awake by something pushing my head down into my knees. I had found a pretty comfortable position, which isn't easy with what I'm working with, but every time I laid my head back, there was another push, and I kept stretching my legs, but they kept bouncing back at me; knees in the face again. Mama kept saying, "Get out of my ribs. Get off of my bladder." I didn't get it. This went on for forty-five minutes.
The day went on, and after a solid nap, I woke up to very important news. I'm bustin' out! Not quite, but I am scheduled for release. The doctor told Mama it would be November 16 at 7 a.m. Now, even though I'm not sure what a November is, and even though 7 a.m. is way extremely much too early for me, Mama thought this was good news, and so I do too. Later, Daddy had a talk with me about how I better have all the fun that I can in here now because I've only got three weeks left. I tried to tell him not to worry, I'm right-handed, but I don't think he heard me.
Bedtime. But not until I listen one more time for Mama begging Daddy for a piece of chocolate, and then laughing when she steals one before she brushes her teeth, right after she checks her sugar.
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