Happy Birthday!! and such...

Its been a while since I blogged, so I knew I needed to get on here soon, and my main motivation was that yesterday was my oldest nephew’s 8th Birthday!! And I wanted to say Happy Birthday, Skylar!! Skylar is such a wonderful and unique boy. Its hard to believe that he is already 8, yet so many times he seems much older. I feel very close to Skylar because I lived with Josh and Jalee when he was a baby and I helped to take care of him. Jalee wanted to take a job in Vegas and asked me if I’d come to help. I was overjoyed that she thought to ask me. I was more than happy to take this new adventure with them.

Skylar was such a good baby that it was well worth it. I was glad to be there during his milestones of crawling, walking, talking, etc. I am truly grateful to have had that opportunity to help Josh and Jalee. I’m sure there were times it was hard to have me be in the way, but it was a fun 10 months of my life.

Happy Birthday, Skylar, now you are 8 and its time for another milestone, your baptism. I am so happy for you and that you’re such a smart, fun nephew! I love you!!! And Thanks to Josh and Jalee who raised such a wonderful little man!

The pregnancy is going ok. I have still been pretty queasy and very tired. Many nights I fall asleep on the couch, and Rob has to wake me up to go to bed. Rob has been so wonderful through all this. He gets me anything I need. And, although, I have not yet made him run to the store in the middle of the night, for a craving, I know he would in a heartbeat. He’s been so good as to clean the kitchen while I am at work, and he makes dinner when I’m not feeling up to it. He also has taken over cleaning the cat pan, which is a must. I go in for my official 10 week ultrasound on Monday, and this will help us determine which doctor we will go to for the length of my pregnancy. I haven’t had any really strange cravings, just things that really sound good. Last week it was baked potatoes, and yesterday at work a sudden urge for tater-tot-casserole hit me pretty hard. So I left work in a hurry to get to the store and get making it. The strange thing is, I don’t remember my mom ever making it when I was little, I think I had it at friend’s houses. But last night I just had to have it! And it was delicious. Rob had never had it, but he really likes it, so that’s good. And if I had any cravings, Rob is eating along with me. He’s eaten most of the pickles and crackers we had. But then I don’t feel so bad. I’m already having problems fitting comfortably in my pants, I have a pair of workpants that sit higher on my waist and I wore those the other day and ended up getting sick several times, I think the tightness did NOT help. So I have to watch what I wear already. That’s ONE good thing with being pregnant in the summer, dresses and skirts will be easier to wear!
A couple weeks ago we finally made the decision to get rid of LaFawnda. It was a very difficult decision, but we could not afford all she was costing us already. Our old apartments are charging us $750 for just ONE spot on the floor, and we’ve done all we could to fight that, and get it lowered, but they will not budge. And she has completely ruined our LoveSac, but thank goodness we found out there’s free foam for life, so we have to find a way to dispose of the ruined foam and get to Vegas for replacement foam. And she was trying to find “new places” at our house now to urinate. We could NOT do that again, so we grudgingly gave her away. But Kip has been so sad and lonely, so we decided we should get a new kitten. So we found a lady that had some kittens and went and took a look. We instantly fell in love with one of them. He’s a persian and is so ugly, that he’s cute. :P
Look, mom, he's using the scratch post!!

We named him Gizmo, because he looks so much like Gizmo from the Gremlins movies.

So here’s our new baby.

He is the best kitten ever. He has not had any accidents at all and he’s good at nights and stays in the living room and kitchen. Kip is having a hard time with this new transition. The day we brought Giz home, Kip got attacked by a neighbor cat, so I think he has some trauma that he’s associating with the kitten’s arrival. We’ve let Kip go outside most of the day, and have let him stay in our bedroom and bathroom when he’s inside. He’s ok with that, but Rob thinks Kip is still sad and thinks we don’t love him anymore. I know it will take him a while to get used to the kitten, but right now its pretty hard. We have to hold the kitten way away when Kip comes through the house, and Kip hisses and runs away. Hopefully it gets better soon.
Kip being mad that he's made to wear antlers...