Christmas is coming… is this a good thing?
What happened to my weight ticker? Still at 200 pounds, or thereabouts. Anyway, Christmas is coming. We’ll get a tree for sure this year. But, many of my ornaments were broeken one year when our tree fell over and have yet to be replaced, partially from lack of money to replace them, partially from not being able to find ornaments that I like well enough to replace them with. Some of those ornaments were really pretty, and I rather miss them. We are REALLY hoping Jerry is going to close a deal here soon. We are going to Wat Disney World when that happens. I’ve got so many dreams and plans for when that happens. I am SO going to make sure we never see times like these again.
I’ve gotten the kids a few presents, more than I should have, probably. I have everyone covered except for Jerry. I wonder what they are going to get for me. Last year, i gto one thing, a DDR DVD. If it weren’t for my OD buddy Brandie, that’s all I would have gotten, but she got me scrapbook paper. I haven’t scrapped in quite a few months now. I’m feeling kind of itchy to do some scrapping, but with the school room being moved in here, I haven’t got room to scrapbook. With Alex into everything now, I dare not take anything out, and leave it laying around!!! She is SUCH a joy… and such a pest. Such a mama’s girl, and yep, still breast feeding. I’m her favorite binky, lol. Okay, I’m her ONLY binky. But binky, cow, comfort I am. It’s fine… but if I am to get rid of the problems with my face entirely, I have to stop BF’ing completely. I’m on one approved medicine, all the rest are incompatible with BFing. My face is SO red, I assume from scarring from the acne, but I MAY have rosea a well, it just can’t be completely ruled out. But whem you see pictures of right after Alex was born, my face was CLEAR. I don’t know what happened, but it’s red, splotchy, and if I don’t use my medicine, I get major break outs. No clue why. Anyway, there is not that much we can do about it til Missy gives up the boob. Dr Vails said not to let her BF past the age of 2. That’s FINE with me. Though it’s hard to imagine weaning her. Okay… now, I find this annoying and cute all at the same time, but she (Alex) lifts my shirt to help herself. Which to some people means it’s time to wean her. To me, it’s just a sign of how much she LOVES it. Sometimes she does this little wiggle… SO cute, I mean, she giggles when the breast comes out. She is still a good source of amusement, and still has her little sense of humor, loves to make people laugh and smile. Though she saw Sammi refusing to kiss me, so now she refuses to kiss me. But those two will kiss each other in a heartbeat. Grrrr. Why is MOMMY the only one being left out of the fun? Sammi…is FINALLY getting potty trained, lazy little bum. She’s in speech therapy twice a week at the elementary, so I usually take Syd and Shabree too, and do school work with them in the office for half an hour while Sammi has speech. Its often very productive. School, even home school, is such a struggle for Syd. We’re playing with her ADD meds a bit to see if we can find something that will work better for her. Ritalin has her having mood swings right at 4 hours after taking it, but we have to get a prior authorization to put her on the extended release Ritalin. For now, we’re trying a higher dosage of Ritalin twice a day, and today is the first day she’s taken it, and it’s making her dizzy, so we’ll see. I’m not a fan of Ritalin, Becca got headaches on it and I prefer the extended release, since there’s no fighting to take a second dose, or even having to remember. It was good for Bec when she was in school, because no one had to know she was on ADD meds.
Well, Facebook "has" me now, so going to wrap up before I forget to post again. I guess I have very few people reading me left. Oh well, never had that many to begin with.
I’m still reading, though it doesn’t take much for me to get behind on everyone. 🙂
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Here’s hoping you get plenty of mommy kisses tomorrow, they are the best!
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