Little dude is 10 months today.

That means we're only 2 months away from a year *cry*.

~He's got two teeth and is getting two more (top, he has bottom center)
~At his last dr.s appt he weighed 19lbs which is what Xander weighed at 15 months, but he's still in the 25th percentile, X was in the -5th.
~He's clapping his hands, waving his arms around.
~He's added mama, nana and HEY! (when you take something away) to his vocabulary which was dada and vava (the only word that has meaning he calls the cat that).
~He's cruising furniture like a mad man and starting to let go and stand on his own.
~We are still cloth diapering, we are still nursing.
~other than nursing he also eats everything in sight.
~he's becoming less fearful of strangers, but still didn't do great when my friend watched him Saturday so we could attend a hillbilly hodown wedding.

And that's about all. I'd really like him to stop growing now.

Monday

Why yes and it feels like one too. Started the day with the big kid losing his shoes, couldn't find them anywhere in the 2 minutes we had before we missed the bus. Of course he thought he was instantly going to have to move his clip so it resulted in a crying screaming meltdown. Meanwhile I had to dress the baby in so many layers of clothes to prevent freezing to death I simply didn't have it in me to make up a punishment for after school.

Then we haul butt to the dentist at 3:20, the dentist never has after 4 hours like when he actually gets home from school. But before we left the secretary gave me a nasty attitude about not writing a note. I did write a note in the kid's daily planner which his fucking teacher made a huge deal about at the beginning of the year and now they don't even do anything with any more I guess.

We go to 4 stores the baby is crabby everyone is hungry and so I come home slap together pbj, and some leftover pizza because lord knows I'm not cooking at 6 fucking 30. I go through his folder and the asshole fucking teacher sends home a reprimand over the sign up sheets for conferences. No where on there did it say put your child's name, it was coming out of his fucking folder I didn't think that was necessary. No apology, nada acted like it was all the parents fault. I really dislike him a lot. Cocky 25 yr old recent college graduate that tries to run the classroom like the military.

I swear to god this wasn't supposed to be a huge rant, I'm just cold miserable and crabby. I was going to set up my Halloween cack but it's raining, I don't feel like looking for the pumpkin carving kit either.

Thoughts for the day.

~Standing in line for 45 minutes for a hayride is ridiculous
~The little girl who pointed to my son and said 'that guy is really cute' was somewhat cute and somewhat disturbing.
~My child is always the one to have a breakdown while waiting in line.
~The guy that let my 5yo cousin and Xander pick some apples off the tree was nice, as was the woman who gave my kiddo a juice box in the midst of his breakdown. Sometimes there are still nice people although it may not seem that way.
~When all was said and done they not only sold out of water, but also the candy apples that I wanted so badly. Waaahhh.
~The creepy guy at the bar last night that wouldn't fucking leave us alone needs to have his balls put through a meat grinder. Seriously dude, you're a freak.

Things that are at the back of my mind..

~I'm tired of financial aid screwing around with me
~I STILL need a location for Trent's birthday party
~I need some jeans, and a dress to wear to the stupid wedding I have to go to.

All in all the weekend was okay.

Happy Cocktober.

We've all been fighting our second cold since school started at the end of August, seriously blech. I can't tell if T actually had a cold or if it had to do with his two bottom teeth coming through. He looks so incredibly cute with those choppers! <3

This weekend I want to really do some fall-ish Halloween-y stuff. Apple farm + buying pumpkins I think. I need to get into the mood.

I wound up retaking my English placement test for school since I bombed really badly the first time. I actually focused on the test rather than trying to finish quickly (a very bad bad habit of mine that needs to be broken), and my score this time qualified me for honors. Read books kiddies, because if not for all the reading I've done over the last uh 20 years of my life I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have done nearly that well, I've been out of school almost 10 years.

Finally reason # 20098 I need to go back to school, I spent two hours reading a thread at the diaper website where two women were fighting over which crunchy diaper detergent was best. Yes my brain deserves better.

Really I should be updating this a whole lot more.

And I have no idea why I'm picking tonight to do this, I'm so effing tired I could puke.

#1 Trenty pants is 9 months today. 9 months people, where the hell has the time gone?? He's getting his first tooth, it just broke the surface, he's cruising furniture, giving kisses, waving and is either incredibly happy or incredibly pissed off.

#2 I applied for college. I haven't been inside of a school in nearly 10 years, I'm terrified and excited. I'm getting two grants, which makes it that much easier. Yes this makes me very happy. I pretty much bombed the math placement test, and only came close on the English (I'm retaking that Tuesday). Still trying to figure out exactly when I'm going, what I'm doing with Trent and some other issues in general but I've made important steps rather than just hemming and hawing about it. I NEED to do this, it's very important to me and my family, it will be well worth it.

#3 is there a number 3? I guess #3 is that my oldest kid is really smart, he's been helping other students read, and he got all As (one C, but that average will go up since he aced the science test) on his progress report. He got 106% in spelling, that's right, it's because he's spelled every word right including the bonus word. I'm so thrilled he's a good reader, I love to read, and it's important to me.

This has been one hell of a weekend in general. Saturday we went to my cousin's house for my a surprise 40th birthday party. Things like this are just not fun with an infant. Their house was a total infant death trap, and everyone was getting hammered and singing karaoke, woohoo, bleh. and my (childless) cousin made some sort of remark about how awful it is to have to go home early because a baby is cramping your style. Ayup. If I want to go out and have a few drinks it's not at a family party, it's at a bar with one of my friend's while the baby is home with daddy, getting drunk with kids around (fyi I don't get drunk even without kids around, I'm nursing) is not fun at all.

Then today it was my, I guess you would call her my step mother in law's surprise 40th birthday party. Another incredibly child unfriendly house, just short of squalor, and they have a big dog. I don't mean big like 50lbs I mean big like the size of a larger man big. Did I mention the dog is also mean? The dog bit three people while we were there, no bullshit, he drew blood on one woman. And my step MIL just kept opening presents while this poor woman ran into the house to clean the wound, WTF?? I'm more than a little disgusted with them. I have pets, I love my pets, but when people come over the dog goes into his crate. He's not even a bitey dog but I don't like him jumping all over people and barking, not everyone likes dogs, I'm completely cool with that. It's just plain ass ignorance.

Basically Trent is not a good traveler these days and going places (people's houses especially) is a nightmare. He'd rather be at home crawling around and pulling up on stuff in our (safe) house. So this weekend blew, and I'm so exhausted I could cry. I also started my period.

2nd Grade Girls.

Well one in particular is irritating my kid. The classroom has a comment box (Jeff asked me what is that like myspace messaging classroom style? HA!) where I guess the kids can air their grievances about other kids.

Xander got this one (I will write down exactly what it says and then translate):

Xanderr,
you are evrie bidis freind but nut min plies be my frenid.

Xander you are everybody's friend but not mine please be my friend.

So I asked him if he was being a jerk to this poor girl, but apparently he isn't he just doesn't want to hold hands and hug like she does. This is of course the same kid who's mother without any social grace glared at me when she said 'oh no Xander's in my class again!'.

I swear they grow up too fast with the boyfriend/girlfriend crap. Xander is uninterested, he likes pokemon and video games not girls. For this I am eternally grateful.

ugh

I now remember the bad thing about back to school. No sleep, no sleep at all.

The baby's new schedule is getting up at 6 something in the am, and pulling my face off until I get up. That just sucks on weekends, let me tell you.

He's also decided that after a good month of crawling around he's done being independent and apparently wants back into the womb. Either he's teething or getting sick, both are a real possibility since Xander has already brought his first school illness home to share.

Holiday weekend was alright, I wasn't really able to go some of the places X and Jeff went because of Trent. The baseball game would have been sucky (nosebleed seats baby that's wiggly yeah) and the airshow is really really REALLY loud and no good for little babies. I went shopping instead.

I think we're in our last blast of summer now, we had cool weather and now this week it's going to be rather warm.

Well I have diapers to wash and dishes to do and baby to feed, whoever said being a grownup was good lied I say they LIED!