Quick video

This is from Tuesday. Every time Kate made that noise, Adrian would do it too. Kinda cute.

Thank You

(Joel sent these to my work.)

Joel,

I miss you terribly. Never mind that it was Valentine's without you. I hate when you're gone. You are my chosen love. Not that I had a whole lot to say in the matter, my heart kinda took over.

I've said this before and will continue. You make me laugh so much. I'm just sorry that not everyone gets to see that side of you. But on the other hand, it makes me feel special. You make me feel special.

Thank you for that. Thank you for our home. Thank you for our boys. Thank you for your love. I hope you feel the love I have for you.

Happy Valentine's Day. (The day after.)

3rd Time

We just got back from the doctor's office, and Adrian has his 3rd ear infection. This time it's only in the left ear, not both. He said that if this continues we'll have to talk about putting tubes in his ear, but it's too early for that. So the poor kid, (who doesn't complain that he's hurting), is on a stronger medicine. Poor little guy. And he had to have 2 shots. Not a tear or shriek from the first one, but he wasn't happy about the 2nd one.
He gave me some advice about the formula. He said start with the liquid kind and put 3/4 breast milk to 1/4 formula. When he's good with that go to 1/2 and 1/2, until he's on the formula. he told me don't give up and no juice. Water is ok.
So we'll keep at it.

Stupid Twilight Series...

I just started reading it this week. And of course I can't put it down. I want to read it while I'm giving a massage. :)
I'm hooked now.

A Sad Day

Yesterday I had to send Adrian to day care with formula for the first time. I have stopped producing very much milk. Before I could have opened my own dairy with how much I had. I was able to freeze quit a bunch. So I've been working off of that for the most part. I noticed the slow down in Nov. But not huge. Up until the middle-end of Jan. So I've gone through all of my stash. Kate went with me to pick some up. If it wasn't for her telling me what her friend Joy used with her son, I might still be standing in Wal-mart. I felt like a guy standing in the tampon/pad aisle looking for something for his wife.
Anyway, I had enough breast milk to send 1 bottle. So I explained to them what was going on. And that this was his first time ever with formula, so I was unsure how he would do. I was kinda thinking it would be no problem, because he's eating everything I've offered him. So when I went to get him, they said it was a no go on the formula. They had tried a few time with him and he wasn't going for it. Which made me feel bad. I was feeling ok, or so I thought while I was getting his things ready in the morning. But when I walked out of his class room, I was a little bothered. I had set this goal of breast feeding for a year. Yeah, I did really good, 9 months and 1 week. I really shouldn't complain. Whatever. Back to the problem at hand. Come home, tell Joel that his kid isn't diggin formula. Joel said to keep at it. Maybe trying mixing it with some breast milk. I ended up using the 4oz. that I had pumped, and he only drank maybe 1oz. Then he wanted nothing more to do with it. So I tried another formula today with high hopes. He shot that one down too. I told them to try it again and if he doesn't want it, give him some water.
I'll keep pumping what little I can. And keep trying with the formula. Someone said to me yesterday, it's too bad he's not a dog: put the bottle out and when he's hungry enough he'll drink. (They were just kidding.) He has a doctor's appointment on Sat. morning, so I'll speak to the doctor about the best way to handle this.
I've realized that Adrian has been so easy, that even the smallest thing happens with him, it throws me off. I was feeling pretty bummed about this.

Saturday Night Dinner

My Grandmother was here from North Carolina this past week. She lefty yesterday. It was a nice visit. I didn't get to spent as much as I would have liked too, but at least I got to see her and she met Adrian for the first time. So Saturday night mu mom had us over for dinner, along with my Grandmother's sister and some of my Grandmother's friends who live here. Dinner was great!!! But my aunt wasn't on her best behavior. She wasn't being very friendly. Whatever that didn't bother me too much. Until we went to sit down for dessert. At this point, Adrian was already upstairs sleeping, Joel was sitting in the loving room and the rest of went back to the table. Marsel was sitting in his chair because there was a towel on it for him. My aunt sat beside him. My mom served us and passed around napkins. Marsel asked for one and my aunt said he could share hers. I was thinking, "the kid is going to need one for himself. He's a little messy." But I didn't say anything. Then she started feeding him. Yes, feeding him. He's 7 years old. Totally capable of doing it on his own. This was because he had gotten 2 small crumbs on the table. Which had a table cloth. And it was already dirty, and wasn't Marsel's doing. At this point I'm bothered by this. But I didn't want to say anything and make things worse. So I crammed the rest of my cake in my mouth and took my plate to the kitchen. Marsel then asks if he can have some more apple juice. Before I could tell him yes, she says,"No, water." That just added to it. I left it alone, because like I said, I didn't want to make it worse and water is good for him. But I was standing there thinking, "I'm this kid's mom. Not you." I walked to the living room and told Joel let's go. My mom was right behind me and heard me and asked that we please not leave. I wanted to go because of her, but wanted to stay because I wasn't going to get to see my Grandmother very much more before she left. She ended up leaving shortly there after so it all worked out. But what gives her the right to do that? I don't usually have a problem with other people telling my kids what to do. I guess it all depends on how they speak to them.
Anyway, it's over and done with. I just needed to vent a little.

9 Months and Counting

Adrian is so fascinated by Marsel.

Adrian turned 9 months this week. It sure doesn't seem like 9 months. Last night I was looking at pictures from when I was pregnant- that seems like a long time ago. Then I looked at the pictures from the hospital. It's amazing how much the grow. I was showing Joel, "look, he was That small." I knew it was true what other parents said about how you won't remember what you're life was like before them. I remember some. Don't remember rest, but I do daydream about it. I know for sure that I am so in love with him. And he can't even talk. Maybe that's a good thing. :) I'm excited to see all the things he's learning, but at the same time, don't want him to get any bigger.
Here's some of the things he's learned or is trying. He's mastered the sitting up, and will pull himself up on any and everything. He likes picking up his crackers and feeding himself. He's very interested in the foods we eat. He had some pizza and cake last weekend at a birthday party. He's also learning the word no, what it means anyway. He's super fun, most of the time, unless he's tired. But then who's fun when their tired and cranky?

Joel and Chrissy, in Kryptonian that is...

Last Saturday Joel and I went and got tattoos. Joel's has my name in Kryptonian. Actually it just says Chris and mine says Joel. We got the bright idea of doing this. I said we should put it in Kryptonian. Then I said is there even such a thing? He flew off the couch to go find out. And when I say flew, there was a rush of air left behind. My friend Kate came and stayed with the boys, and off we went. Mine took like 10 mins, and that was b/c the guy was talking in between. Joel's was like an hour and a half.

Just in case you don't know, Joel is a huge Superman fan. Our dog is Krypto, Adrian's middle name is Kalel. The office/Adrian's room is all Superman. Anyway, you get the picture.

So there you have it. Joel and Chris... in Kryptonian.