Tuesday, November 29, 2005


As I was working away on Monday or Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I called my husband and we chatted for a bit and I started to go over the schedule of events for Thanksgiving. He interupted stating, "oh yeah, dad called the other day and he wants us over there at noon". Ah, you couldn't have thought of that earlier?!? MEN!

That put our schedule a little too packed. Last year, we didn't have dinner at our house, we just hopped around and we hated it. We got home and had no leftovers to eat. So at the last minute, we decided to have dinner at our house on Wednesday night. I think that will be our new tradition. This way we have leftovers and still go to see all the family.

Didn't Cooper look cute in his Thanksgiving outfit - made especially for him by his Nana.

Even though I have been knitting things for Christmas for well over two months, I am starting to feel overwhelmed. I think that I will just knit year-round and people will just get what I have on hand!! Ha ha. We know that won't happen.


In an effort to catch up on many, many blog-worthy events that have happened recently, the most blog-worthy event is regarding my son's poop. On a daily basis, my mother-in-law thinks that my son is constipated. (I pray daily that he doesn't learn to be like her!!) She asks every day about his bowel movements - which is good for his overall digestive health, and for that I am grateful. However, she really gets into it. A couple of weeks ago, my husband IM'd me and asked me to make a doctor appointment for Cooper so that we can find out if Cooper's poop is normal. My MIL thinks it's too small and too hard?!? I laughed and suggested that we just pull some research from webmd, but alas, my husband had a valid point - his mother won't (can't) read the information. So, I called the doctors office and talked with the nurse. I asked specifically about the size, frequency, consistency, etc of his poop and also explained to the nurse that for the sanity of my dear husband, I need to get these questions answered and to have documentation of said conversation. They were wonderful and complied completely - after laughing - and they thanked me for the laugh - the office had been tense that day. She blew it all off and didn't want to talk about it when I got home that night (even though I had printed off information from the American Academy of Pediatrics Subcomittee on Constipation). That is just her way of wanting to be right).

Just yesterday, Cooper needed to go to the doctor for a skin irratition (ringworm) and this time, I drug my MIL with me. After the PA diagnosed Cooper's current problem, I very casually asked about his poop. MIL just started shuffling Cooper's things around and trying to act distracted as she was embarrassed that I was calling her out. It had to do it. It was not my intention to make her feel bad, but she wouldn't lay off. So now, hopefully, my son will be able to poop without having her freak out!!

Monday, November 7, 2005

I really, really hate snakes!!

Hate is such a strong, over-used word. But when it comes to how I feel about snakes, it just isn't strong enough.

Yesterday was one of those days where I was in the mood to clean. I picked up and dusted the living room, cleaned the kitchen and dining room, and after Cooper went to bed, I started on my closet. I pulled out all kinds of clothes, made piles for laundry and re-organized my shoes for the fall season (even though it's going to be 85 today!). I was just about ready to start my laundry and about to step off my bed, when I saw him - A SNAKE. I let out a blood-curtling scream for my husband. He didn't exactly run as fast as I would have liked, but he showed up. I was standing on the bed screaming snake - and he casually picked it up in a blanket saying, "it sure is" like I could mistake a snake for something else? He proclaimed that it was just a little gardner snake - no big deal - but a HUGE deal to me. I'm not sharing my space with a snake - no way - not even if he pays rent - nope - no snakes. Don took him outside and did something with him - don't really care, but came back and comforted me for a bit. I was hysterical shouting that more could be here and we (he) had to make sure that no more snakes could ever come in the house. Now, I often complain about my husband - but not today - my awesome husband then went through each and every piece of dirty clothes on the floor and moved them to the laundry room. After about 45 minutes or so, I finally got off the bed and put my feet on the floor (only after my husband checked under the bed too).

By now, it was my bed time. I put my jammies on and curled up in bed and tried to sleep - to no avail. I'm not sure if I slept at all. Every few minutes, I would flash the flashlight on the floor and make sure there wasn't a little snake-party going on down there on my bedroom floor. And wouldn't it just figure that was the one night that my husband didn't snore!! Just my luck.

So today, my husband is inspecting each and every side of the house to make sure another little snake can get in.

Friday, November 4, 2005

Lot's of Stuff to Blog about!!!

Halloween was great! Cooper came to my office and had a ball. He was in his day costume first - Pirate Cooper.
Then in the evening - we had Monkey Cooper. Each costume was cute and he zonked out at 8:15 - a whole 1.5 hours past his little bedtime. But it was great fun.

On to other important information to share. Yesterday, I worked a long, hard day. But it was a beautiful 80 degree, sunny Texas day. I came home and made dinner for the three of us. I relaxed for a bit and then decided to give Cooper a bath before bedtime. I was undressing my son, and realized my mother-in-law put TWO PAIRS OF SOCKS in my kid. It was 80 degrees outside - why in the world would she put two pairs of socks on him? Poor baby had sweaty feet all day, probably because her feet were cold. Oh and she still thinks that he is sick. This is after I took him to the doctor last week and the doctor gave him a clean bill of health. This doctor has had four years of college, four years of med school, another few years of residency and internships galore - and my crazy mother-in-law who dropped out of high school in the 9th grade still thinks he's sick! I think she's the sick one!!

I will blog plenty more about my MIL - but on to today. I got ready in a timely fashion this morning (that hardly ever happens!) and even had enough time to toast a lovely cinnamon raison bagel with just the right amount of cream cheese. I kissed my husband, kissed Cooper and left the house and left the bagel on the counter. Man, that sucks. I was hungry and really wanted that bagel!! I hope that is not an indicator of how the rest of my day will go!