So my blogging sucks.

So does my journal writing.

Oh well, not like I have too much important to say!

I'm doing good I guess, the holidays are on us again. Tonight Charley and I get to go to the TSO concert and I am really looking forward to that. Tomorrow night is my annual company Christmas dinner.

Charley has been on call all week and it sucks. He has had a really really busy call week with calls every single night. . .and two in the middle of the night. I will be glad when Monday comes and he hands the call off to another. Of course, he is going to be on call New Years Eve which will put quite a damper in any plans we have-- especially since Ashley announced she might be home and wants to babysit!

Sick again.

Sigh

So early Saturday morning Charley brings me a baby boy to nurse and as soon as he latched on I could hear the hoarseness in his breathing. I knew immediately that we were NOT going to swim lessons that morning.

Instead we woke up at 8 and made him a doctor appointment. The doctor thought it was croup again, coughing, runny nose and just extra whiney. Didn't keep us from going out a bit, took Z to Bates Nuts Farm to look at the pumpkin patch and got him some really neat handmade wood toys really cheap.

I took him to day care today certain that they were going to call and make us come get him early. I was just hoping to get a few hours of work in first. But its already 1:30 and no call so I guess they will keep him all day.

I just hope he kicks this pretty quickly.

Finally Friday!

So it is FINALLY Friday, I am so happy. In about six hours, I go pick up my little boy and have the rest of the weekend with him.

We went away last weekend which was great but sometimes, that just doesn't recharge my body the way just hanging out at home does.

Zayden is almost walking now! He took his first steps this week. At first, just one or two but then day care said he took SEVEN in a row yesturday! I can't believe how big he is getting.

The last few nights have been really rough though. For three nights now he really hasn't slept good, the first two refusing to go to sleep and then waking up in the night, last night he went to sleep fine but then woke up three times screaming. When he wasn't fussing, he was tossing and turning, turning on his glow seahorse, and just not getting a good night sleep. And neither did mommy and daddy!

So here is a recent picture from last weekend. More to come but this one is really cute!

I am missing my baby boy :(

I have been at work all day and right now all I want to do is hold and hug my little guy. He has gotten so very big now, he has even taken his first step!

Some days I wish I could hit rewind and go back in time an entire year to October 1 of last year. I would enjoy the last month or so of pregnancy and the amazing joy of having my baby all over again. I miss those times when I was on maternity leave and it was just me and him.

In about an hour or so I will be home with him but that seems so long from now. I want to be home right now!

Oh well, maybe if I actually started working on something, time would go by faster!

The morning rush

Today, Z decided to make life as difficult as he could for mommy to get ready for work.

I was running late to start with. I have to be in Court today at 1:45 so I was rushing around looking for a suit to wear that still actually fits post pregnancy. The one I picked was way to tight, the cream shirt looked horrible with it, I don't seem to have a white shirt etc. So a few outfits later, Charley is ready to leave, Z is still not dressed, I am rushing to braid my hair and put on make up.

Charley leaves and Z starts wailing so I, braid in one hand, try to sooth him with another. Didn't work.

Finally mostly ready and its time to change and dress Z. Run to his room, grab a clean diaper, one wipe, and his clothes for the day. Run back, get him on the bed and halfway undressed before I realized that he had a poop. So plop him on the floor so I can run get more wipeys but he starts screaming again. Realize the diaper bag is right there, grab wipe out of bag,plop baby back on bed and start changing. Of course then I realize it was not just a poop -- the prunes daddy gave baby last night worked and now we have a whole blow out on our hands. So of course he decides to roll over, stick his knees in there. . ..uck -- huge mess.

Anyway, get him cleaned up, dressed etc. I am now really running late so forget cleaning his sleeper, will do that tonight (Or make daddy do it as revenge for the prunes! LOL)

So mommy then runs to the bathroom herself, and of course Z has to follow crying the whole way. I'm sitting on the potty and he is clamoring trying to get in my lap. I finally pick him up and he stops crying but wants to pull out all the toilet paper.

I put him back down and scramble to finish getting ready. I grab a pair of hose and put it on, he is now back at my feet trying to get me to pick him up. He is giving me this look like mommy why don't you love me! And, of course, grabs my hose and runs them. Sigh.

new hose, same problem -- all he wants is mommy to hold him. I FINALLY finish getting dressed, realize my shirt has a stain on it, oh well I'll wear my jacket all day. Grab the kid who is really tired now, get out of the house, get him in his car seat, listen to him wail even louder (the whole neighborhood now realizes what a horrible mom I am by his crying) give him his bottle and he is asleep before I get out of the driveway.

When I got him out of his car seat at day care I tried to let him sleep but he woke up. At least he was ready to go play at day care instead of want to be held. Wound up 15 minutes late for work, have already run my hose again. And yes, I really miss my little boy even after the morning from hell!

Wow, I haven't posted on here for quite awhile. Life just gets to busy. Here is what I "should" be doing. . .writing direct examinations for witnesses for a trial going today (this week) and writing points and authorities for another motion. Here is what I am doing... umm writing a blog!

State of the world today. Well my older two kids are still living at home. Ash is back at school working on her pre-reqs for vet school, Age is just working at her preschool. My youngest daughter is back at ASU after working at my office the later half of the summer. It was nice, we were able to work on our relationship some and repair some damage that had been done.

Little Z is growing so fast. He is ten months old now, fast on his way to a year. He is crawling everywhere, up stairs, down the hall. He loves to crawl over and stand right now. . .on anything. My little boy is growing up too fast.

Well, I gotta get back to work now. Hopefully I can update more later!

Well, I haven't been writing for the past bit! I have taken the stance that if you don't have anything to say nice. . . . lol. Too much drama in my life with my older girls. I love them to death but dang I will be happy to have our house back to just Charley and I and my little one. It is just too hard to combine so many adults with their own way of doing things and their own needs and desires into one small house. The lack of privacy also puts such a strain on our relationship too.

Anyways, that is not what I am here to talk about today :)

Instead, we had a WONDERFUL three-day weekend. I loved it!

Charley and I both had Friday off so we started our weekend a little early. We decided to go for a bike ride around Mission Bay.

Here is daddy getting Z into the bike seat-- a modified bike trailer with his car seat

and we are off

On our bike ride we stopped at Barefoot Bar and Grill, Z was playing on the seat and pulled himself up onto his hands and knees for the FIRST time! (that we know of)

That night, we had to go do some laundry at the laundromat to wash a sleeping bag for Uncle Drew so we stopped at Lorna's for dinner while we waited. Z sipped water from a real cup for the first time.

Then, on the fourth of July, we went to Corona to my brother's group home for their celebration. Z got to walk in his first parade with mommy.

Then Sunday we went hiking at Torrey Pines State Park (which I did not get pictures of) and had peel and eat shrimp and lobster bisque at one of my FAVORITE places. After lunch, Z got to play in the sand for the first time!

So that was our weekend, I am sad its Monday and back to the grind. Oh well, only five more days until the next weekend!

(set to music while dancing around office in joy)

"Its Friday. . .Its Friday I do believe its Friday!"

YAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Not that I mind Monday through Thursday, mind you, really I don't. LOL

And I don' t love Fridays exactly, what I love is in exactly six hours and thirty four minutes (and counting- down) I will leave this office, go get my beautiful little boy, and have two full days with him and his dad. Oh, and my girls too. LOL

So I have had a lot of negative energy on here, one would think that's all I do is vent and whine, its really not true, there has just been a lot going on lately that has made me more unhappy.

So here is a positive post - I hope.

I am proud that we have FINALLY started taking steps on getting Z baptized. This is something that is important to me, not really important to Charley as neither of his two are baptized. I am not overly religious and really need to get better at going to church each Sunday but it is very important to me that my children are raised in church. Tiffany was baptised even before she was formally adopted and went through CCD and confirmation etc. Z will do the same.

When we were at the hospital, before Z was born, and they were talking about taking him to NICU and transferring him to Children's Hospital, I made Charley promise that if his life ever seemed in jeopardy he would make sure he was baptised. Now, I have no idea if Charley would ever actually to that but I did make him promise. I wouldn't have cared if he was baptised Catholic either, just something.

The hitch in making these plans have been designating God parents, in the Catholic church you must have at least one practicing catholic for a god parent and I just really don't know anyone.

After a lot of discussions, Charley suggested we just ask Tiffany. Now, this concerned me for some reasons and pleased me for others. Tiff certainly does not conduct her life as a catholic and makes some very bad choices. She pretty much left Church when she got pregnant and didn't ever go back after the baby was put up for adoption. . .she feels like she was judged and, more likely is embarrassed. But. . .the upbringing is still part of her and still an important part of her life in some ways, I can see that.

We have concerns about Tiff and Z, she is very jealous of him and how I relate to him. She has expressed fear that now that I have a "real" child, I will forget my adopted one.

I want to encourage a relationship between them and having her as his Godmother will do just that, it also may gently encourage her to rethink her religion and maybe consider reestablishing a connection with the Church.

So the other night we asked her to be his god mother, she was so happy she almost cried. I agonized over this choice but in the end feel really comfortable about it.

We asked my cousin, who is not Catholic, to be the Godfather, I haven't heard from him one way or the other yet.

So its my birthday. . . happy birthday to me.

We had our "family meeting" last night and I don't know much was resolved with all the yelling and screaming. At the end of the day it was established that everyone except me felt this was their house, they had an absolute right to live there, we (I) had an absolute obligation to support them and that was that. We got past some of the things but the girls felt what they were doing was good enough and I was too picky. We did eventually agree that I would tell them when things get out of hand but I am still not happy.

At least maybe the girls will try though, I don't know. I am just frustrated and unhappy.

I am so angry that I am crying . . .or at least I was when I talked to my hubby.

So, Tiff had a echo cardiogram today that I was planning on taking her to, its at lunch time. Then I found out that they were going to do a work party for me for a co-worker and my birthdays-- they ordered Papa Johns pizza and brought in a cheesecake. Considering my earlier message that I am probably not doing anything for my birthday I was really excited.

So I sent a text message to my older two daughters asking if one of them could take Tiff today. I was pretty sure that Age was working at a summer camp this afternoon but Ash is home, not working, and available. Just had to get her butt out of bed.

God forbid.

Then I get a text from Tiff that Ash was screaming and yelling and cussing her out. I told her let me know if there were problems and I didn't get a response.

Then Age sent me a message that "Ash is screaming and cussing at tiff for having to take her, try not to ask Ash for help with tiff in the future, for some reason it stresses her out too much."

my response was gee I'm sorry I didn't think it would be a big deal, do I need to ditch my party and come get her?"

The response was "I don't know what the right thing to do is. I wish I could take her. Ash is having a mental breakdown right now and Tiff is crying in bed. It will pass but both of them are hurting"

I tried to call Charley to see if he could take her but he didn't answer.

Eventually, Ash apparently did take Tiff.

I sent Age another message, I'm sorry that Ash is having a mental breakdown but I didn't think it was a huge issue since Ash isn't working to ask for some help so I don't have to take off work. Sigh."

So the response was "its an ongoing issue that we seem to be tiff's primary caretakers. I don't mind but ash is wondering why you dont help out more with tiff. maybe we should have a fam meeting so we can all be happy again."

okay, I'm done.

here was my response. "I understand we don't intend you guys to be Tiffs primary caretakers but rather tiff be (not with $ obviously but with independence) I'm sorry it seems like it got pushed off on you guys..."

"We do need a family meeting though -we never sat down with you and ash to discuss our expectations for living at home because we didn't expect it to be this long but now with three additional adults at home we need to discuss what dad and I need from you guys. The resentment is cutting both ways so we should clear that up and discuss what we need from you guys too. "

Charley finally called and I told him what was going on but by that time I was in tears. Here someone is doing something for my b-day when I cannot afford to do anything for mine because I put every dime into Ash's b-day and it was too much to ask someone who lays around on their butt all day watching TV because she doesn't have a job to take her sister down the street to the doctors when I agreed to even pay for gas.

I work 50 hours a week, take care of a baby and take care of my house. These girls, one of which works part time and the other two don't have jobs cannot be bothered to clean up after themselves, are incapable of locking doors after themselves, leave my house in a mess, have never once offered to pay any toward utilities, and, by the way did I mention they are ADULTS. They are 27, 25, and 22. None of them need a caretaker, NONE of them have a right to live in my house, NONE of them show the least amount of appreciation and I am fed up with ALL of them. GRRRRR.

I didn't mind taking of to take Tiff but I really shouldn't have to. The ADULTS in the house should be grateful for everything they have and should be willing to help out with some stuff. Here, someone is doing something nice for me at work and I ask one of the sisters to help out and it apparently is a huge deal.

We have avoided the family meeting although its been a long time coming. I just didn't want the stress or having to deal with everyone acting like its unreasonable to ask them to clean up after themselves. Charley seems like he is happy treating them like kids and picking up after them. . .or more accurately me picking up after them. I can't stand it. I work full freaking time, I come home and want to spend the little bit of time I can with my baby and instead I have to clean up after a bunch of adults before I can even make my dinner.

So Tiff made it to her docs, I am about to have a lunch here and the whole thing has be ruined by a bunch of spoiled brats who think the world owes them something. At least Charley now knows how upset I am and I told him straight out we needed some changes or I was not willing to keep doing this.

Sorry if these seems harsh but I am so frustrated. I love the girls and am glad to help them out but I just can't believe how ungrateful they are.

Being a mom sometimes sucks.

Tomorrow is my birthday but we won't be celebrating -- my choice though. Usually we take the entire family out to celebrate b-days at the restaurant of their choice. Ash's b-day was Friday so we took her, her mom, our three (Z doesn't count yet) and her friend out. Well, to take me out means me paying and that's not an option. Our account barely is going to pay bills so no money for mommy's dinner. I told Charley I really didn't want to just do a bbq at home on Tuesday because that's kinda lame. . .I would just rather make dinner and enjoy my family.

I also sent him a text that I did not want him to get me a present. . .again it would come out of our joint account and we can't spend any of whats in there. . .bills only. I don't want him to use a credit card since we are trying to pay them down, and having too high credit card bills is why we are in this situation in the first place.

My dad sent me a hundred dollars to enjoy by b-day, this is going to groceries this week. Sigh.

After fathers day and Ash's b-day, I am broke. So, the easiest sacrifice to make is going to be my birthday costs. I will be sad I know but that is the joy of being a mom.

Its not about the money or things, I just want to enjoy my family and relax some.

Besides, that's the horrible thing about my b-day. Ages b-day is May 12, Tiff May 23, Ash June 19,and then Father's Day so we are always broke by my b-day.

Oh well. Maybe I can celebrate later.

I love what this song says so I am posting this here!

Nickelback - If Today Was Your Last Day Lyrics

My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day’s a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride

If today was your last dayand tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day

Against the grain should be a way of life
What’s worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts ’cause there’s no second try
So live like you’ll never live it twice
Don’t take the free ride in your own life

If today was your last dayand tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce of memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it’s never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
‘Cause you can’t rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin’ stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side

If today was your last dayand tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce of memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

Its FINALLY Friday! In seven and a half hours I am free to spend a weekend with my family.

Tonight is Ashley's birthday. . .we were not invited! LOL. Instead we are going to dinner with her downtown around 7:30 and then she and everyone else are partying in the gaslamp until whenever. I hope they have a designated driver although my oldest will be there and hopefully she will keep things under control.

Tonight is also my Aunt Cherrill's birthday, I need to give her a call and wish her a happy birthday. This is my mom's sister. . .she lives out in the middle of nowhere in NY so we don't see her too much.

So, I think I may have reported earlier that Z FINALLY has learned to sit...well sort of. Here is a picture of my little guy sitting and playing the other night.

And here is one from last weekend with his first balloon

Isn't he getting to be such a big boy? He is seven months old now and I am just so in love with him.

Its Thursday! One more day to Friday and then the weekend, I am so happy.

I am just blogging random things, I doubt anyone reads this but I figured it is cathartic for me.

My vent/worry for the day, my dear daughter.

Tiff is now 22 but is still immature and behind where she should be. She always has been though so I am not overly surprised or worried about that. But its hard to deal with her sometimes because she acts so needy and then gets mad at me when I don't do everything or give her everything. God forbid though I don't let her do whatever she wants -- then she gets so upset. I think she is at this stage she wants all the privileges of adulthood and NONE of the responsibility. I need to work with her to get past that but its hard because we wind up fighting...she says something that makes no sense or is obviously not true and I react to it.

She "may" be having some health problems though. I say may because Tiff tends to exaggerate or make up most things. If she skins her knee, its broken; if she bumps her head, its a concussion; if she had a headache its a migraine. She is the boy who cried wolf times 10. So forgive me if its hard to take any issues she has seriously.

She came home from school a month or so ago and I made an appointment with the doctor. She has all kind of issues with always being sick so I wanted her checked out. She went to the doctor with this list of things that she thinks is wrong---some I know about, others I don't. I did NOT go because I wanted her to be honest with the doctor about things including any substances she is using etc. and obviously she won't be with mom in the room. The doctor made a bunch of follow up appointments, a pulmonary test for suspected asthma, a orthopaedic visit for her back (which I just found out she thinks is hurting because her BF threw her up against the wall) and a cardiology visit that she wasn't sure why except she thinks its for her heartburn. I told her I was sure she wasn't seeing a cardiologist because of heartburn!

So I didn't go with her. Bad mommy.

She left the office with an appointment for an echo cardiogram, a prescription for a cardiac monitor she has to wear for a month, and a follow up appointment at the end of July. What she didn't leave with is any understanding as to why these tests are relevant or needed, what could be wrong and what the doctor felt could be happening.

Now, I am torn. I am worried about her obviously, but I am still not convinced that something is even wrong. I wish I had gone to the doctor with her so I would have more answers.

Tiff claims her limited understanding is that she reported having blackouts or fainting spells. The doctor thinks that could be caused by blood pressure or a heart issue. I don't know if they have any empirical data to support that she is having black outs or any evidence beyond her statements. Again, Tiff blackouts I am not sure about---she has told me about one while she was walking down a street in Tempe after a huge fight with BF and was in tears, dehydrated and the time at 100 degrees. Was it a blackout, did she trip and fall, had she been drinking or taking something, was she dehydrated or was it emotional. . .I didn't know and didn't worry about it too much. (at that point I was trying to get her away from BF) I have never seen one of these blackouts and cannot even speculate as to the cause.

After talking with her, I am still not sure if there is any empirical data or if they are only relying on her self-reports. I still believe she is not the most accurate reporter so I am concerned. I also wonder, cynically, how much this is going to cost me.

Yet, another part of me is scared there is actually something wrong with my little girl and am mad at myself for being cynical and not listening to her. I just really can't believe there is something wrong beyond Tiff being hysterical at times and exaggerating her symptoms. God I really hope I am right.

So the next appointments, I am definitely going to, or having our oldest go to at least one so someone is there to ask questions and understand what is being said. I really wish I had taken the time to get off work and go with Tiff yesterday so we would have a better idea of what is going on.

I love my little girl to death and I know I sound like the most horrible mom in the world. Its just been really hard to deal with all her drama she has done since HS, getting pregnant, living with new bf, running back to old bfs, just being so damn angry and hateful at times, that I am just tired of it all. I really really need to make an effort though to be with her and spend more time with her (and try to bite my tongue when I am with her) because if she doesn't feel the love she is more likely to go running to these damn boys.

I adopted Tiff at age nine, fostered her at 7. She came to the table with lots of baggage but I have to say that the last three years have been the most difficult of all the time I have been her mom. It was so much easier to work through all the rest and work with her toward solutions. Now she doesn't want my help or my input, only my money. Its so hard to watch her run off and make mistakes -- not itty bitty mistakes but life changing and life damaging ones. I have been so hurt that I have tried to distance myself from her to save myself if I can't save her.

If there is really a physical problem though I have to be there for her. . .I just hope I can figure out how.

This is a long blog, I hope it makes sense.

Gotta go to work. . .Peace out.

He's sitting!

OMG -- my baby boy is getting so big now. So Z is finally sitting up on his own . . .of course he is falling over pretty regularly. . ..but I know he is getting stronger and will be sitting totally on his own soon.

They had mentioned something about it in day care so when I got home last night with him, I sat him down and let him play. Wow, it was sooooo cool to see.

We lost the charging cord to our video camera so I have to find it this weekend or just by another, I wish I could be videotaping all of this.

He has also learned (or is learning) to hold his own bottle. He can mostly hold it now but he has to figure out to hold it up so the milk comes out. Its pretty funny to watch. The funnier part is if he gets the bottle out of his mouth, he tries to put it back in -- often the bottom part of the bottle with the milk pouring out of the upside down nipple. LOL

Its so hard for me to believe that he is already seven months old, where did the time go.

Being random . . . .

so its 4:50 p.m. and I have no interest in finishing up reading an extremely boring complaint -hey I only have about 50 pgs left and that won't happen before I sneak out in 20 minutes. So I figured I would post another blog on here.

I already vented about 3 of my kids so I guess I need something more positive.

Z is now seven months old. Wow. How did that happen? He has been sick the last two weeks but he is finally feeling better. He also is finally back to sleeping mostly through the night -- or at least the last three nights he has slept all night.

He hasn't started crawling yet but he does roll everywhere. Its pretty funny to see him rolling all over the place trying to get where ever he wants to go. Of course, most of the time he winds up somewhere he didn't mean to be (like under the bed) and then gets mad about it.

He really is a great baby. . .I am very very very lucky.

Venting

I have three older kids in addition to my baby boy. They all live with me; well one is home from college and allegedly is going back at the end of the summer. They are 27, 25, and 22. As I write their ages, I express such disbelief in this. I love them, I really do, but here is what I would really like to say to them right now.

Guys, we love you a lot. You are all adults-- our obligation to feed and house you ended when you turned 18. What that means is that living with us now is a privilege -- not a right -- and that privilege is being abused. This is my house and I have the right to make the rules and have the house kept how I want it. I am not a neat nick and have never been the best housekeeper -- but now I have a baby who will be crawling soon and everything is going to go in his mouth. I want to have my house clean and organized for him.

So, when you use my kitchen, please clean up after yourself -- if the dishwasher is too full, start it, if its been cleaned, empty it. Don't leave your plates, dishes, cups and knives covered with PB&J in my sink waiting until you get around to cleaning up (or waiting for someone else to do it). If you grab a blanket while watching TV on the couch, fold it when you get up, when you bring your stuff down, take it back up when you go. Don't get out a thread and needle and leave it on the coffee table -- for days -- until someone else puts it up, if you get crumbs on the counter, clean them up, if you get broccoli on the floor, sweep it up. When you take off your shoes when you come in-- don't just leave them wherever you kick them, pick them up.

Turn off lights, turn off the TV, lock the door when you leave. do one thing around the house every day. Keep your stuff in your room unless you are using it.

Wow. All that seems so basic, so simple you would think three adults could do it. But they can't -- or won't.

Is this reasonable? If I have this conversation with them, someone will get pissed, someone will say I'm unreasonable, someone will argue that Hubby and I leave stuff out or have in the past, someone will say I do this but so and so doesn't someone will complain and all of them will walk away and say God what a bitch.

But this is my house. I have let one of them stay there for 1.5 years and the other a year. My youngest has only been home for a month or so.

None of them work full-time, two recently got fired from their jobs, the youngest acts like it is unreasonable for us to expect her to stay in college.

What a dysfunctional family that I have brought a little baby into.

I need to stand up to them and if they want to leave, I need to say fine. I need hubby to support me though and that's the hard part.

We have to start childproofing soon. Maybe that is a good time to try to have this conversation. I guess as pitiful as the girls sound above, I am even more pitiful for not having the wherewithal to stand up to them and say shape up or ship out. I just hate the conflict and the arguing that inevitably comes from that. Maybe that is why we are all pretty pitiful.

Monday Morning Musings

So here we are, Monday again -- wait, this might be the first entry of my blog! Wow!

I can't say that anything exciting has happened, San Diego is socked in with June gloom so this weekend wasn't very nice. Z did have his first swim lesson though. We have been taking him to the only indoor pool around for awhile but we finally signed him up for official swim lessons. It was hilarious trying to "help" him crawl out of the pool and jump back in -- kid's only six and a half months old for pete's sake! But he had fun so it was good.

Z even went under water for the first time! It was scary for me -- I handed him off to dad for that part! He didn't cry, didn't fuss, didn't even seem to notice! I was very proud!

So that's the last weekend, here we are Monday again with a long week ahead of us. I need to start planning a vacation because otherwise I am going to get burnt out! One wouldn't notice that I actually had 12 weeks off this year!

Okay, I really should start working now!

Peace out!