I'm It!

I got tagged today (ok a couple of days ago, I'm late) by Mesa (love ya!):

The Rules:

1. Go to where you store your digital photos and open the 4th folder.

2. Post the 4th picture in that folder.

3. Explain the picture.

4. Tag 4 people.

I had to adjust the rules some because I can't post my 4th folder and picture since it's a face shot of Squeaky. So I went to my back-up photo site and checked the 4th folder and 4th picture.

So here's my 4/4 picture!


This is my 2 week old niece, Avianna. I call her Avi. This was taken on her 2nd day in the hospital laying in her mother's lap. She's equipped with pink mittens since she was born with very long nails and loves to keep her hands near her face. She looks simply beautiful to me in this picture. She's got my brother's eyes and lips, and her mom's hair. I know she's going to be a heart breaker, and my brother with be a boyfriend breaker! Avi had my heart from the moment I found out about her, and she's got her aunt Ashley wrapped around her finger. I love her so much. My brother has gone through a lot in the past couple of years so she is a huge blessing to us all.

Ok, I'm tagging Dream Mommy, Brandy, Kris, and Waiting for Baby Garcia.

It's back

I'm still not sure why I can't seem to ever get Squeaky fully well. We got a call from the daycare Tuesday at noon that he was running a fever of 102 so I left work to go get him. He had slept for 4 hours since I left him that morning and that is not like him at all. This is a child that only naps for 30 minutes usually so I knew he was coming down with something. I was hoping that the fever was because he got shots the day before. He usually runs a temp for about 24 hours or so after his shots, but we try to keep him medicated to prevent that. I brought him home and he went back to sleep. He slept another couple of hours. He would barely eat anything. He just cried and fussed. He would take the bottle and suck a little bit and then start gagging. This lasted all night and into the next morning so I called the doc to get him in that morning. They checked him out and said that his throat was blood red, but the nurse couldn't say for sure if it was thrush again or strep throat. She didn't want to give him antibiotics to treat strep if it was in deed thrush so she called in the thrush med. And wanted us to give it to him as soon as possible and bring him back the next day to see if that has helped. I was hoping and praying it was thrush and not strep even though I couldn't figure out how he got thrush again. I sterilized the crap out of everything that we kept and replaced most of his bottles with new ones the last time.

So I fought him to get the medicine down and gave him some ibuprofen which seemed to help a lot. He was able to take his bottles with a lot less pain. Rob took him back to the doc yesterday, and she said he looked better so we will be sticking with the thrush medicine for the next few days to clear things up. He's back at daycare today, and hopefully having a good day. I just hate to see him in pain and feel so helpless sometimes because I can't figure out exactly what the problem is. I just pray that when the weather gets better he will finally get completely healthy.

I feel like a little kid at Christmas stalking and waiting for my Nutri*system box to arrive. I'm so ready to start. We haven't been eating well at all these past few days with a sick baby no one really feels like or has time to cook so we're running out and grabbing junk. I'm hoping it will get here early, but right now it's scheduled to arrive the middle of next week. Ughhhh! Hurry up!

I had a good birthday even though I wasn't looking forward to it. I kind of felt bad when I left work Friday because only 1 person remembered my birthday. But I got tons of well wishes on Saturday so I know that I wasn't forgotten. Squeak stayed with my parents that night, and they had a good time together. He even slept through the night for them. I'm glad he didn't give them a hard time. Rob took me shopping and let me wander through a couple of my favorite stores without bothering me to hurry up. It was nice. Then we ate at our favorite Mexican restaurant, and had a huge thing of yummy fajhitas with chicken, steak, mushrooms, olives, onions, bell peppers covered in cheese. Yum! I had 2 huge margaritas when got me nice and drunk. I can't remember the last time I got drunk. I know Rob had fun laughing at me. I enjoyed just letting my hair down after being so wound up for so long. I came home and crashed only to wake up at 3 in the morning wide awake. So I watched a couple of hours of TV before going back to bed to get more rest before church.

It took me a long time to decide what I wanted for my birthday. I would go back and forth between jewelry, clothes, and other random things. But I kept feeling like that really wasn't what I wanted. I wanted something more important than a new purse or a new outfit. I decided that I wanted to try Nutri*system. I'm so damn tired of being this fat. I've always been chubby or as I like to call myself, thick. But the last year or so it's just gotten out of hand. I look at pictures of myself when I got married, and I don't see myself. I see someone that's beautiful, but I don't feel beautiful at all now. I also think that my weight is really holding me back from getting pregant again. I know that people much heavier than me get pregnant everyday. But I don't think my body functions correctly at the weight that I am. I feel like God wants me healthier before I get pregnant that's why it's been almost 3 years since I was pregnant with Madison. I'm not getting any younger, and I'm determined to give birth again and this time bring my baby home in my arms. So after researching and talking with people I decided that the structure of Nutri*system is what I need to get back on track. So now I'm waiting on my order to show up from QVC since they had the best price for the plan I wanted to use.

It's time I go from:
Back to:
"Every worthwhile accomplishment, big or little, has its stages of drudgery and triumph; a beginning, a struggle and a victory." Ghandi

29

I still can't believe that I'm 29 years old today. I'm one step closer to that dreaded 3-0. I'm not where I wanted to be at this age, but I see that God had different plans for me. So today I'm enjoying a day with my boys. Rob cooked me breakfast, and got me my favorite cake. I can't wait to dig in. My mom is babysitting Squeaky tonight so that we can go out to dinner and a movie, and sleep in tomorrow morning. I was going to vent about this past week at work, but I don't want to ruin my birthday so I'll save it for later. Well, time to finally get dressed so that I can leave the house. And my little boy is talking and smiling at me so I've got to go :)

Exhausted

We're back home now, well we've been back since Friday evening. But we're still trying to get adjusted to being back home. Squeaky seems to sleep horribly when we're away from home. He usually sleeps through the night at home once he's put to bed. But when we're not at home he's hard to get to sleep and even harder to keep asleep. He woke up in the wee hours of the morning everyday that we were in TX. Each day he woke up earlier and earlier, and was harder and harder to get to sleep. Our last night before we had to drive home he woke up at 2 in the morning and it took me on and off until 7 to get him to stay asleep. And by that time I only got about an hour and half more sleep. I tried to let Rob sleep since he was driving, but I knew that I was going to be a caffeine junkie the rest of the day. But usually once S is back home he's fine and back to normal. But not this time. He's still waking up in the middle of the night keeping us up. Last night we were up from 2:30 to 4:30 with him. I'm so tired. Diet be damned, I'll be chugging cokes and coffee with lots of sugar all day.

We really enjoyed our trip and the time we got to spend with my niece. I was strong and didn't cry when I said goodbye that last evening before we left. I didn't want to go. I miss her so much. I want to be a part of her life on a regular basis, but that's hard since we're 5 hours apart. :(



We had another visit with Squeaky's BM on Friday since we didn't know we were supposed to bring him to the Family Team Conference. We had no idea that they usually do a parental visit after the conference. And since the letter that the case worker claimed she sent to us never got to us we were not fully informed. She just said that she needed my husband and I to be there. She never mentioned Squeaky. So on our way home from TX we stopped by the office so his BM and his grandmother could visit with him. I hate going to visits, and I hate supervising them. It's so ackward because S is looking at us and trying to get us to hold him, and we can't. I try to even avoid eye contact with him because he starts to get fussy when I don't come and pick him up.

I keep trying to put it out of my head that he will probably be going home. I worry about him going home. His grandmother talks about letting him play with her dogs. She's got 4 chows. I'm not an expert, but from what I've heard and experienced chows are not that friendly to people they don't know. His BM wanted to change his diaper even though he wasn't wet just because she brought him some diapers. She didn't have any wipes, and as I'm pulling the wipes case out of his diaper bag his grandmother says "Get some paper towels. You need to learn to use what you got. You don't need no wipes." WTF? I'm an adult and I don't wipe my ass and private parts with rough paper towels so why the fudge would you wipe a baby with them? Ughhhhhh! I gave her the wipes before she got paper towels thank God! Something about this family doesn't sit well with me. I just hope and pray that they don't send him into a dangerous living environment.

Well, it's about time for me to get dressed for work and to get more coffee. Yay!

She's Here!!!!

My niece, Avianna Victoria, was born this evening. She's a petite 6 pounds 11 ounces. Mom and baby are doing fine. I'm so in love!!! She ended up coming via c-section, but that's just fine because she's happy and healthy. I can't wait until I get to hold her and continue the spoiling only an aunt can do. I love my little Avi!

Blue

I'm feeling sad right now, and I really shouldn't be but I can't help it. We had our 1st family team conference today, and things don't look good for us getting to keep Squeaky. I'm heart broken. It's hard to even put into words how I feel right now. I can't wish bad things on his birth mom or be upset at her for getting her life together, but it doesn't make the possibility of losing S any less painful. They scheduled our next family team conference for July 24 so hopefully that means that we will have him for at least the next 6 months. I hope we will get to throw him his 1st birthday party, and I'm still praying that it won't be the last birthday we share with him. This hurts so much.

At the same time that we're dealing with this we're getting packed to go to Dallas for the birth of my niece. I can't wait to meet her and hold her. So now I have to put my pain aside and try to enjoy my niece's first couple of days here on earth. We'll hit the road in the morning so I'll post more later because I need some sleep.

2009

Happy New Year everyone. We had a pretty low key new year's eve this year. Some of Rob's friends came over for a while, and I was glad to see them go. They are boring and lack personality...but i digress. I planned a couple of fun foods for us to have to make the night special. I made a Colby/Monterey jack fondue that we enjoyed with big chunks of Hawaiian bread and sauteed chicken. Yum! I bought Rob some Samuel Adams Black Lager (And it was good. Tastes like chocolate beer :) and I had some wine. We spent most of the evening laughing and talking to Squeak because he was in one of his "talkative" moods. I still wonder what he's trying to say to us sometimes. LOL! He went to bed about 10 because it was hard to get him to sleep with all the fireworks going on outside. Another friend of ours, Scott, came by and rang the new year in with us. He brought us some Martha Washington balls that he and his mom made. All I can say is Yummy and thanks Scott! We had a nice relaxing evening and thoroughly enjoyed it.

New years day we all stayed in our pajamas all day. We spent the day watching a Looney Toons marathon with Squeak. It was fun to see the old, good cartoons before everything got so PC and sensitive. I love me some Pepe La Pu and the Roadrunner. I cooked dinner that night which consisted of New Year's Day staples like cabbage greens and black eyed peas with a pork rib roast. I hope the rest of this year is like yesterday, spending time relaxing with my 2 boys.

I stopped writing resolutions several years ago, and changed to goals for this year. Some of my goals are:

1. Lose weight for my health
2. Pay down debt
3. Stick to my monthly budget
4. Spend as much time as possible with my son and husband
5. Live life one day at a time
6. Get more active

I hope everyone has a happy and blessed 2009!

Hush Little Baby

The past several days it has taken us a lot longer to get Squeak to go to bed, and stay asleep. Tonight he's up for the 3rd time so far in the past 3 hours. I've gotten him to sleep twice tonight, and now I'm letting Rob have the fun of trying to get him to bed. I'm not sure what the problem is all of a sudden. But he will cry and cry and cry until you come get him. And as soon as you get him he's all smiles and happy so you know there's nothing wrong with him. It's so frustrating. Rob just put him in bed again, and he's back to talking loud which will probably lead to screaming in a few minutes. Fun times!

Our Christmas

It's been a busy few days, and I'm exhausted. But we had a nice Christmas with our baby boy. We went to church on Christmas eve, and after that I started cooking my desserts for the next day. Rob and I stayed up until midnight watching "A Christmas Story" marathon, and opened our presents that night. I knew that we wouldn't have the chance to just sit and exchange gifts when Squeak was awake. We both really liked our gifts from each other. I got a cool new laptop stand to lift it up off my legs and increase airflow. Also I got several funny t-shirts and a pull apart zombie. Yep, I got a zombie doll to play with and freak people out with at work! I had already gotten my major Christmas gift a few weeks ago when I got a new digital camera. I upgraded from 7 to 14 megapixels and up to a 5x optical zoom. I puffy heart my new camera.

When we got up Christmas morning, we cooked cinnamon rolls for breakfast before I pulled out the camera and camcorder to document my baby's first Christmas. Squeak had fun playing with all his new toys especially the jeep liberty walker we got him. He was so cute honking the little horn and making it play music while walking backwards. He had a bunch of presents under our tree from us, friends, and CASA, but nothing prepared us for the amount of gifts he got from my family in TX. He had a huge bag full of gifts from my brother and his girlfriend sitting at my parents house.

We were supposed to have lunch with Rob's parents at noon, but they were hella late. They didn't show up until almost 2 pm which effed up my whole day. I was planning on going by my parents house after lunch, but by the time we were done with the in-laws it was almost time for my mom to leave for church. So we had to wait until 7:30 to go see my family. We didn't make it to see any of Rob's grandparents, but we were going to see them this weekend. We had a nice visit with all of the parents, but it was late by the time we finished visiting with my mom. And Rob and I both had to work the day after Christmas. We haven't had much in the way of downtime at all this week. I'm so tired. I need a day of just sleeping to fully recover, but that won't happen any time soon. But I'll stop complaining because I'm thankful to have my little man here with me for Christmas. I hope to have many more Christmases with him.

I hope everyone had a good Christmas, and have a blessed New Year!

The Little Dress

There's a little pink and white dress that's been in the nursery closet since April 2006. It was bought right after we had our big ultrasound and confirmed that we would be having Madison. I bought it to bring her home in since she was due in September. A little white and pink flowered onesie covered in a pink cotton dress with a a bow and flowers embroidered on it. This dress is the one thing that I have never been able to let go of. All of the other stuff we bought in anticipation of our daughter has been washed in preparation of possibly being placed with a girl. This dress is still hanging in the back of the closet with it's tags attached. How can one inanimate object hold such power over a person? How can you get so attached to something you've never used? How can all of your dreams and wishes be encased in one thing so small? I've toyed around the with the idea of giving the dress to my soon to be born niece. Part of me thinks it won't hurt so much to pass it on to someone that I love so much. Rob has told me several times to ask Maddie what she wants me to do with her dress. But I already know what her answer would be. That's a baby dress so give it to a baby. She's a big girl now. And giving up that dress doesn't mean that I'm giving her up. She's not the dress. She's our angel, and she'll be with us no matter what.

Christmas Card

This is our yard sign that I got this weekend. One of my co-worker's daughter painted this for me based on what I wanted. Her daughter is 14, and hasn't had any formal training ever. She's an amazing artist. And I'll be able to say I knew her before she became famous. My card turned out better than I could have imagined. I love it!

It is Finished

I'm done with my Christmas shopping, and I couldn't be happier. I managed to avoid actual brick and mortar stores for the majority of my shopping. I did almost all of it online. I did have to go to Koh*l's today to get my dad's gift, but that was it. I made the mistake of going to walmart last night, and I was close to beating someone's ass within minutes. Too many stupid, rude people in one place. Now I need to get everything wrapped. I haven't wrapped any of the gifts except for the ones I mailed off today (hopefully they will get there before Christmas). I've been so lazy in that department. Right now I'm sitting on the couch waiting for my pasta water to boil while watching "A Christmas Story" for the hundreth or thousandth time.

Tomorrow we have church and then we've got our band Christmas party. We'll go visit Rob's grandfather in the hospital since he's been moved to a regular room now. And hopefully I will be home with plenty of time to wrap gifts and do laundry tomorrow.

Squeak starts at his new daycare on Monday, and I'm so happy. I've grown to hate his former daycare center. It seemed like everyday they were doing something stupid or didn't have enough people to watch the kids. They were great when we first started there, but then they just started a downward spiral. They were sending home the wrong bottles, putting Squeak in someone else's clothes, breaking all 4 of his pacifier holder clips, letting random strangers come in and pack him up to leave (it just happened to be Rob's mom, but they didn't know her from a stranger off the street), not telling us he was out of diapers for a week, or several other things. I'm very, very ready to leave that place. I've got a good feeling about the new center, and the people that will be caring for my son. Squeak usually gets along with most people so I hope he will make a good, easy transition to his new daycare.

Christmas Music

Sing Mary Sing by Jennifer Knapp is one of my all time favorite Christmas songs. Our band started doing it a few years back, and I've been in love with it ever since. It's not one of those traditional Christmas songs that everyone knows so I thought I would share it with everyone. I can't believe I forgot to change my blog music to Christmas music until today. I've been listening to Christmas music since before Thanksgiving. I have to start early in order to get in enough of it. I love it, love it, love it! I get so excited when the season of advent starts because that means we will be doing Christmas music each Sunday in church. I'm a Christmas music junkie!

Sleeping

Sleeping babies allow mommy to blog and shop online. Squeak is taking a nice long nap right now next to me on the couch. Rob is at the hospital visiting his grandpa who had another heart attack yesterday. He's doing good and should go home soon as long as the nurses can keep him in bed. He wants to go home now because he feels fine so he's been giving them hell. I survived all my overtime even though working all day Saturday just destroys your weekend. I'm glad that we didn't have to run the overheads and the sound today for church so we just chilled out all day. When Rob gets back, I will pick up our Christmas cards from Wal*greens so I can start getting them in the mail tomorrow. Also I need to do some mommy care like washing my hair, shaving legs, and fun stuff like that. My other goal for tonight is to cook dinner. We've been eating out way too much lately.

I have to call Squeak's social worker tomorrow to let her know about his latest injury to himself. He scratched the crap out of his eyelid last night when we put him to bed. He's scratched himself a couple of times before, and it usually happens when he's fighting sleep. But last night I put him in the crib and turned around to get a heavier set of pjs for him. He was already screaming, but he let out a shriek. I turned around to see blood running down his eye. I freaked out. I couldn't tell what he had done to himself. I got a cold damp towel and cleaned his face, but I'm still upset. He's smiling at me the whole time the blood is forming on his eyelid. Rob checked out the scratch, and says it shouldn't be too bad as long as we keep clean and covered in antibiotic ointment. But OMG to see blood running down his face was horrible. Well, the little one is awake now. Gotta go.

Pissed Off

I'm sitting here on the couch still pissed off from work. We found out about 4:30 this afternoon that we will be having mandatory overtime for the next 4 days. I will have to work 16+ hours of overtime and not get paid a damn thang. Because I'm a "salary" not an hourly employee. Yeah right I wish I was salary because then I wouldn't be docked an hour of pay if I worked 39 hours one week instead of 40! I have driven all over my shitty little town looking for a car seat base so that my mother-in-law can pick Squeak up tomorrow and Friday since Rob and I will not get off before the daycare closes. Battling 4 stores in the freezing weather with a baby didn't do anything to help my mood. So we finally made it home, and Rob had to take our spare car seat to his parent's house to install in his mom's car. It's been almost 2 hours and he's still not back. I know his dad is holding him up. That man can talk the paint off a wall. And I'm stuck here with an unhappy baby that refuses to stay asleep. Yippee! Now I'm looking forward to working my ass off even more.

Green Beans

I'm sitting here taking a breather after feeding and bathing Squeak tonight. We've been eating baby food for the few weeks or so, and every 4 days we move on to a new food. He's had pears, apples, bananas, and sweet potatoes so far. But tonight we tried green beans. I now have green beans all over my floor and clothes. The only reason Squeak isn't covered in green beans is because he just had a bath. OMG! He ate 2 bites and decided to start spraying the food everywhere. I'm not giving up though he's got at least another 3 days of the green stuff left then we will move on to squash or something else in the cabinet. I know it takes a while for some babies to get used to new foods so hopefully we will have more luck tomorrow night. I also have to rest after bathing him. He hates baths. I've tried everything I can think of and almost everything people have suggested to make bath time better for both of us, but nothing works. Warmer water, warmer rooms, several different towels and bath wipes. He even hates to get a simple wipe down with a warm towel. He screams and screams the whole time. Every once in a while I luck out and he just lays there with a pissed off look on his face and whines. I'm hoping that once he can sit up in the tub he will like baths better because it's a bad experience for the both of us everytime.

We also had our monthly visit with his social worker today. She actually showed up kind of on time. She was only 15 minutes late this time instead of 45 like the last visit. We talked about the latest issues with the BM, and talked about why she thinks the mom sent us a note and the hand sanitizer. We will have our first family team meeting next month. I'm not really looking forward to it, but I am looking forward to finding out how the mom is doing on her case plan. I'll also get to meet everyone that's involved with the case which could possibly be helpful.

It's Here!

Christmas time is really, really here. I've been listening to my favorite Christmas cds for weeks now, but we actually accomplished things today. We had an appointment this morning for Christmas portraits, and we had a great session. We got a lot of wonderful pictures. I had a hard time weeding them out since we can't afford to buy every picture and extra enhancement that they try to sell you. Even though I would love to. But I'm happy we ended up with 8 pictures which was right in line with the amount a budgeted. They should be in by the 16th, but the photographer said to expect them earlier due to the holiday. We got back from the pictures and pulled all of the Christmas decor out of the attic. Rob and I put up the tree and all of the indoor decorations. Tomorrow we plan to decorate the outside of the house. I've ordered one of those big yard signs, and I can't wait to get it. One of my co-workers daughter is a wonderful artist, and she's making them to raise money to send gifts to the orphange that she lived in until she was adopted last year. I'll be sure to post a picture of it when I get it.

Squeak has been growing and growing so much. He's getting much better with his tummy time and spends most of it moving around and trying to turn himself over. He's been enjoying the exersaucer too. It's been so wonderful and amazing watching him grow over the past 3 months. I love that little boy so much.

Annoyances

I wish I could open up a 12 pack right now!

I should have known that it would start at some time. I've read and talked to enough foster parents to know that everyone has problems with a birth parent at some point, but I was hoping it wouldn't be that way for us. But no such luck. I found a note in Squeak's baby bag tucked into a diaper. This wasn't even one of his diapers and it was wrapped up in his extra clothes that I send to daycare just in case he needs to change. The note stated that BM had some concerns after her 10/25 visit. Then she proceeds to list things that we need to do like send more bottles and diapers with him, dress him warmer, send a coat, and put a full skull cap on him. Then it says that she knows that it's hard, but we need to do better next time. What the fuck?! Did that teenage bitch just try to tell me what I need to do? Yep, she thinks that I need instructions from her. I was beyond pissed when I found that Tuesday morning. I'm not even sure when it was put in his bag because 10/25 was a Saturday, and we don't do visits on Saturdays. Plus I always send him with a coat or long sleeves and a blanket if it's not extremely cold. Maybe I'm overreacting, but I've never been a person to take being talked down to lightly.

I called the social worker to let her know about this note, and she said that she will talk to her about why this is not acceptable. She was not aware that the BM had slipped a note in the bag. The SW actually sounded upset by the letter which shocked me. She said for us to not worry about it and give her the original. I'll make a copy of it for our records and give her the original to put in the file. I also learned that this isn't the 1st time the BM has complained about us. She complains about his shoes because he's not wearing Nike or K-swiss. I put him in Bobux or Robeez just to keep his socks on and to keep his feet warmer. But they aren't good enough for her hoodrat ass. She bitches because she's only seen us once at a visit even though the worker keeps telling her that we both work fulltime and don't have time to come to the weekly visits. I don't see why the hell she needs to see us, she's not visiting us. My friend thinks that the reason she wants us to come to the visits is to start something with us to make us look bad.

Today Squeak had his weekly visit and came back with more stuff from his mom or at least I assume it's from her. There wasn't a note saying who it was from since he's gotten stuff from his former babysitter and foster parents. There was a pack of footed pjs, some socks, a baby activity mat, and some damn hand sanitizer. The first thing that comes to mind is why the hell would you give a baby a big bottle of hand sanitizer. It's freaking poisonous! The 2nd thing that comes mind is I think she may be incenuating that she thinks we're not clean. Oh yes, I gave the baby ear infections. I gave him the thrush that he came to our house with. Yep, it's all me, nasty, dirty me. Stupid bitch! I'm not even going to spend the time on the phone with the social worker tomorrow about the sanitizer. I'll just wait until she comes Monday to do her monthly visit.

We had a really nice Thanksgiving this year. It was different having Squeak in the house while trying to do all the cooking I needed to do for lunch with Rob's parents and dinner with my family. But Rob was able to keep him occupied for the most part except when I needed him to run out to the store to get more eggs. I managed to get all of my casseroles and desserts done on time, and I didn't have to stay up all night to do it. My brother, his girlfriend, and her son made the trip from TX to be spend the holiday here. This was our 1st Thanksgiving together. It was nice getting to see them all again. I got a chance to see the 4D ultrasound of my niece, and she looks and acts so much like my brother it's funny. Every ultrasound they've had she has had her arm draped across her head, and that's how my bro sleeps. She's got his nose and lips too.

I stayed up late on Thanksgiving night to catch some of the Black Friday deals that started at 1 AM, and then I spent several hours shopping online that Friday too. I've scratched 5 people off my list so far without stepping foot into a single store or standing in one line. I love the internet! The rest of the weekend was us being lazy and staying in our pjs most of the day. It was nice just to relax.

Sunday we were supposed to take pictures for our Christmas cards, but that didn't happen. We were supposed to do this 2 weeks ago, but about 1 hour before our appointment Squeak's butt exploded everywhere. I didn't think that was a good time for pictures. So I rescheduled that appointment last week with JcPenny's for portraits. But they called early that morning to tell me that their camera was broken and that they would call and reschedule. (Yeah and to this day I haven't heard back from them.) I was determined to get these pictures done so I scheduled with Sears at 4 that afternoon. We got there a little before 4 to find that place packed. They only have 2 rooms and 2 photographers. And after waiting for almost an hour I find out that they have schedule multiple people for 4 o'clock. Squeak was falling asleep at this point despite having had a nap an hour earlier. So we left. I was pissed! I am sick and feaking tired of people scheduling "appointments" that mean nothing at all. I have since scheduled an appointment for this Saturday at 10 when Olan Mills opens. Hopefully we will be the 1st customers for the day, and can finally get our pictures done without a hassle.

Squeak is doing much better now after finally being diagnosed with something besides a cold. He has ear infections in both ears on top of his congestion. So we're a little bit over halfway done with his 10 days of antibiotics. Also he's gotten a much stronger decongestant that will hopefully clean him up. After we get him dried up we will have him tested for allergies. I hope he's not allergic to the dogs. As much as I dislike Rob's dog, I certainly don't want to lose mine.