So much as gone on this week I really don’t know where to begin. Let’s start with a “light hearted” story. Peanut. On January 21, he turned 9 months old. He weighed 17 pounds 13 ounces and is 27 1/2 inches “tall”. He is doing just FAN-TAB-U-LOUS. He can almost sit up by himself and is attempting to crawl. When that doesn’t work for him, he rolls. NO, he doesn’t not sleep through the night. NO, I/we have not let him cry. Not ready for that battle. I hate watching 3 kids cry – yes, I am saying that my 3 big kids will have a major hissy fit over him crying in the middle of the night, so I will do that fight maybe over their spring break. I said. maybe.
The light hearted part…He is still a boob man. No bottle, we are going right to a sippy cup. Our goal is April 21. HOWEVER, if he does what he did the other night, it AIN’T happening. Did I mention he has 2 teeth? He bit down on my boobage so hard that when I jerked, those teefers got me just so and DREW BLOOD people!!!!! The PAIN!!! It was horrible. I think Hubby was laughing.
Now for the heavy heart stuff.
My Daddy received the report on Monday that he has Prostate Cancer. (He’ll love the fact that I am putting this “out there” for everyone to read!) His doctor feels that it was caught early. If you know anything about this sort of cancer, it was given a Gleason score of a 6 out of ten, ten being the worst. Doctor said that they don’t even do anything if you score a 4, so his 6 really is an “ok” score. This sort of cancer grows at a very slow rate and is very treatable. Still scary. Especially when you add in the fact that he had kidney caner 9 years ago. He will have surgery April 20th. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. And my mom, this is very stressful for her…….adding to that…….
My brother is home this week on leave before deployment. (His Ranger unit is headed to Afghanistan Feb 15th ish) Not to mention we are still dealing with the STUPID EX girlfriend who loves drama and stirring up trouble. A country singer named Lorrie Morgan sang a song called “Go Away, Hey Wait a Minute.” That should be her theme song. I want to break up – then calls in a couple of weeks and does the I loves yous and I miss yous.
Now, I had something else in here but my MOM made me take it out - even though I don't want to, I'm not stupid enough to argue with my mother over this even though IT'S MY BLOG AND I CAN WRITE WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!
I’ve told him she doesn’t love him and just uses him. I hope that it starts to sink in…..haven’t liked her for YEARS, tried to for him, should have gone with my initial gut reaction. Anyone that won’t go on a family vacation with you because she can’t bring her stupid dog – even when you tell them how important it is to you (when my Uncle Billy was dying and it was the last summer of all of us together) she said no, if she can’t bring her dog, she isn’t coming. Please.
And NO, I am not deleting that last paragraph, it’s my blog and I can write what I want WHEN MY MOTHER LETS ME.
Gees - almost a certain age not to be mentioned and I'm still being bossed around!!!!!