As I get older I find that horrible tragedies that I heard about when I was younger that never happened to anyone I know, now happens to people I know.
Today is the funeral for a local police officer who was shot in the back, by accident during a training session for rookies. He is survived by a wife and two children, a six year old daughter and a 3 year old son. The guy who shot him was a friend and now is in a mental institution.
I just got done watching the hearse and 40 police cars, from all over the state and NJ, drive by my house on the way to the service. I held the baby and watched as I bawled.
These people are my friend Jen's (not from the board Jens...) best friends. Jen's Dh sat in ICU with the wife as she watched her husband die. He was shot at 3:30ish and was pronounced dead by 4:20.
As the widow of a cop, she will be set financially for life; however, all the money in the world can't by her the one thing she wants... her husband back. I feel like I can't breath when I think of how hard it is going once the childrend realize what is going on. She has to be strong for her children. How do you do that when someone rips your heart out and you are vacant inside?
So if you have a moment, say a prayer for this woman and her children. I know I will be.
Thanks.
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Wednesday, March 30
Bad things happen to good people...
by
welee
on Wed 30 Mar 2005 07:34 PM PST
Tuesday, March 29
Dr. George's...
by
welee
on Tue 29 Mar 2005 07:33 PM PST
Teeth whitening REALLY works!!! And it is cheap!!!! Just had to share. Now I am going to bed. Nighty night! Monday, March 28
Easter Bunny...
by
welee
on Mon 28 Mar 2005 07:30 PM PST
The Easter bunny came to our
house. The kids LOVEd their baskets - stickers, small toys, chcoolate and Sam got a Barbie... So we ate some chocolate, Ben and I had some tea, he is now napping and the kids are quietly playing. A nice relaxing morning. HAPPY EASTER! Sunday, March 27
My bday....
by
welee
on Sun 27 Mar 2005 07:31 PM PST
was quiet but nice. One of my friends,
who I have known since I was 9 came up from Atlanta with her two kiddos . Her older one is 2 and the baby is 8 weeks. We met at another friend's house, who I have known since I was 10. She has a daughter 10 days older than Kit. It was really nice. We drank coffee in the morning and munched on fruit, had pizza for lunch and they had a small icecream cake for my bday and got me a gift. It was bath gels, cream and soap in cucumber melon from Bath and Body. I LOVE that place and never spend the dollars on myself.It was really nice hanging out. I do not get to see them often and all the kids got along SOOOO well. It was really weird tho having all our kiddos play when we were kiddos ourselves when we played and got into trouble. Heck, I remember stealing cigerrettes from Atlanta's mom's bag and then going into the woods to share one cigerrette between us. The code word was SLEDING because when you are a kid, everything has to have a code word, LOL!We first became good friends when we were assinged together in the 5th grade to do a report on Alberta Canada. I think I still have the end result somewhere around here, lol! Of course, true to 5th grade fashion, we would get together to work but ended upn gabbing for hours instead. I think in the end, we had to scramble at the end but still got a B, so that worked.Ten days older than Kit's mom also had Easter baskets for all the kiddos, which they all LOVED.I think I monopolized Atlanta's 8 week old, but no one minded. Boy did it feel good to old a little tiny babe. She nestled her little head against me and that was that done, lol! When the kids were eating, I had Sam and Kit in front of me in chairs as I stood behind, holding the baby. Atlanta kept asking if I wanted her to take the baby, but I was like NO WAY! She laughed and said she was taking advantage of it then. It felt good holding a baby while taking care of the kiddos, very natiural. And Baby Kit was actually ok with it. At one point later, he came over to be boobed while I was holding the baby. She was sleeping, so I just moved how she was laying and he got comfy under my shirt and grabbed his snack. One nice thing about nursing an older baby is that they can get the All-You-Can_Eat-Buffet themself. Of course, this was a short time, but it made me feel that I can really handle 3 if and when the time comes.Later that night, we had a quiet evening. Ben had to work late, but we had celebrated my bday the night before when he was home taking care of me after my back thing. He got me a beautiful necklace with the kid's photo etched in it and their names on the back and a ton of starter soil and seeds for my garden. I also got a new watering can and spray mister, Of course, I had to start planting immediately and now our bedroom looks like Old MacDonald's farm, but in 6 weeks it will all be outside in the ground. What can I say? I LOVE making things grow. I shoulda been a farm girl....
Can you say....
by
welee
on Sun 27 Mar 2005 09:15 AM PST
NEW TV!!!!! WOO HOO!!!!!! Sears should call us in about 5 business days to tell us what we get - which will be the same or better!!!!! YIPEE!!!!!
Thursday, March 24
2nd day in a row...
by
welee
on Thu 24 Mar 2005 04:14 PM PST
With no crazy meds and I haven't killed anyone yet... so I guess so far so good. Don't get me wrong, the crazy meds helped me when I needed them with PPD. But, it does seem to me that doctors are too eager to keep people on them rather than treat the problem and help us find a solution.
So if I make it the next few days without any probs, then I am crazy med free! WOO HOO!!!! I have been craving carbs and I have been induldging but I figure if the tail end of withdrawal needs some sugar, so be it! On a good note, I have booked for Indy and we are really excited! It will be March Momma time again soon. July will roll around quicker than we know it. We are going to take a few extra days and drive out but stop in Columbus on the way there and on the way back. We haven't been to Ohio, so we figured it would be nice driving thru and spending a couple of days in Columbus too. Other good news, Ben's mom will be coming ove again from Scotland. She arrives in 2 weeks and we be here for Samantha's PJ bday party. It will be fun. Unrelated - I found someone to come to our house and fix the new sofa! YIPEE!!! And we will deduct what we pay from the sectional we are getting. Yeah baby yeah.... So now I do not care what it costs to fix it. Other than that - work was slow again this week and I am still super duper tired. On that note, it is time to put my sweet boy to bed. Poor thing is cutting his molars on top of a cold. And then there is Sam who has taken to screaming EXCUSE ME whenever I am speaking to someone beside her. Even when I tell her, "just one minute..." She BELLOWS, "EXCUUUUUUUUUUSE ME....." I like the fact she is being polite, but I am having trouble explaining that sometimes she still needs to wait a minute. "But i said excuse me momma, " she says. Oh well, she will get it. So I really am off now. Later guys and gals. Oh yeah, Ben, I know you read this more than you say cause I found it in your history several times. At laeast you can leave me a comment or two... ;) XOXOXOX Wednesday, March 23
A moment from back in hell...
by
welee
on Wed 23 Mar 2005 04:42 PM PST
I am the silvery ice hanging from the rooftop, silent, sharp, strong. Lean on me, but don't take notice that I am numb. Please, dearest coldness, I implore you, stop my pain.
In an instant things happen. A flash. A moment. Time that cannot be taken back.
The heat, the fire, my enemy tried to take you from. Burning and mauling, your beautiful sweet body, your face. Now you, my baby, lay letting the machines live for you.
A child so innocent; A father's guilt. An accident. My beautiful 17th month baby girl.
Time froze as the roar of the ambulance whisked you away. Only recognizable by the little hair ribbon in your hair, your face so swollen that your eyes were half moons. Your ivory complexion was now thick, white and hard like dried candle wax.
I fell to the floor as the gurney was wheeled away. My husband eyes were vacant. Stand up! Get on with the motions; there is time enough later to deal.
Weeks gone by, as I listen to your machines. I watch your tiny chest rise and fall, perfectly timed. All bandaged I cannot recognize you; but as your mother, I would know you anywhere. I stroke your little exposed feet, ignoring all the tubes in and out.
I breathe, inhaling the scent of you. My heart starts fill – warm, painful, overwhelming. The injustice of you laying here…
STOP! Today is not the day to deal. Dearest frozen ice, where are you? I need you. I cannot control the fire with in; and I am afraid that it will cause me to burst in flame. Moment to moment is where I must stay, anesthetized and strong for the family.
WTF???
by
welee
on Wed 23 Mar 2005 04:41 PM PST
Yesterday it was beautiful, warm and sunny. Today is cold and snowing. GRRRRRRRR... No snaps for Mother Nature today!
Tuesday, March 22
Sam's PJ party...
by
welee
on Tue 22 Mar 2005 04:40 PM PST
 Sunday March 13th
10AM -12PM
Pancakes, games, bday cake and fun....
Monday, March 21
Time for a shot...
by
welee
on Mon 21 Mar 2005 04:40 PM PST
In my back that is. I think after slaving over the Queen Bitch, I made my back worse. I now have constant pain on my right side and down my thigh. So I called the doc today. They are moving buildings, so I can't have traction until they are in the new place. They wanted to put my on a heavier pain relief medicine, but I said no cause I am still nursing Kit. So the epidural is it. Getting it on Thursday. Nervous.
Speaking of nursing Kit. I was talking to a friend of mine from growing up. We were chatting and I told her about my back and why I wouldn't go on pain medicine. "You are still nursing him?!" she asked with disgust. "Yes," I answered. "He must be the healthiest boy ever," she sacrastically said. "He sure is," I proudly beamed. WTF? What the heck is wrong with nursing my 15 month old 2x a day? Did I say anything to her when she decided to stop cause it wasn't convienant, she wanted to be able to drink wine sometimes and smoke pot at the end of the day? No I did not. Did I say anything when she smoked ciggerettes while pg (according to her she cut down - big whoop...)? No I did not. So since I don't add my 2 cents unless asked, why can't the curtiousy be returned? I do not understand why some people have such a hard time about nursing. To me it is the most natural thing in the world. I do it discretely in public - I mean heck, if I was running around with my boobs flapping in the air I could understand that. First, I'd probably knock someone out and second, no one (Except maybe Ben...) really needs to see that... Other than that, we spent a nice day as a family today. Got Sam's annual photo done and Kit's 15 mth photo done. They came out great. Now Kit is sleeping soundly and I am about to read a book to Sam. Nighty night! Saturday, March 19
I AM FREE!!!!
by
welee
on Sat 19 Mar 2005 04:34 PM PST
Well the MIL left! WOO HOO! But where I thought I was going to be over-joyed, I was still very upset. So once Ben and I got the kiddos settled playing, I told him that we needed to talk. This has been the WORST of any of her stays. To give you some back round... I also said that I am done being a door mat. When she comes, I cook, I clean, I plan everything, I pay for everything. She sits like a freaking queen and is staying at the Hotel Wendy. At Sam's bday party on Sunday, she sat on her lazy as$ while Ben, me and my parents were busy. She couldn't even clear a plate or anything. She then tells my dad how she loves to come and see her son. My dad was like, uh we like to see Ben and Wendy too but we really love seeing the kids. (My dad never says or notices anything, so this in itself is a big deal...) And she was like - no, no, I like seeing my son. I swear to pikles that she would be over the moon if I were to fall off the face of the earth and if I took the kids too. Boy was it nice and quiet when I was at work and how much fun they had with out me... I am not classy enough to be with Ben... Sam is a spoiled brat and we placate to her every time she says boo... Sam needs to get a nicer personality or she won't have any friends... Nice huh? Any way at the end of the conversation, Ben felt really bad and he said that he gets lost sometimes when it concerns his mom. I don't know if we have a solution, but at least he is willing to try to see it. He did say that if it came down to it that me and the kids are waaaaaaay more important to him. I really needed to hear that. He also said that we are a team and that anything that comes between that needs to go. I feel like after 10 years of marriage, maybe he finally heard me. She is the only person/thing that ever gets between us. So I went to bed early last night, still feeling like crap. Yet this morning, I feel soooo much better and I have been enjoying walking around my house knowing that the WITCH is GONE!!!!!!! Thanks for listening to me! Monday, March 7
The results are in....
by
welee
on Mon 07 Mar 2005 04:33 PM PST
and my disk between L4 and L5 is leaking and my disk in losing fluid. Not particularly a good thing. So the silver lining is that I am not crazy and my pain is real. The bad news is that I have a ruptured disk. So...
For now I am going to keep doing therapy and taking this Cosamin stuff that is suppsed the help. If the pain is not better by my next appt, I will get traction 5x a week and an epidural shot of cotizone in my back. Whatchya gonna do? I say take the family out for dinner, which is what we did. Mussels Marinara and Fried Calamari... YUM!
Back doc today...
by
welee
on Mon 07 Mar 2005 04:32 PM PST
So I have my follow up with the back doc today and I will get the results of my MRI. Being that they didn't call me at home, I am taking that as good news.
The house is clean and my MIL arrives tomorrow. It should be a nice visit. Despite what I wrote a few days ago, I do like her and we get along. It is just hard sometimes having another person in the house and being that I am the mom/wife, all the cleaning, planning and doing falls onto me. I have everything ready for Sam's PJ party on Sunday. Two families have not RSVP-ed. Why is it so hard for some people to RSVP... either you can go or you can't. It's not neurosurgery. Anyhoo, the kids will arrive for 10AM. The kids can play downstairs in the playroom. Around 11, they will come up and while Ben is getting the pancakes ready, I will grab a few parents and we will do the parachute for the kiddos and bubbles and I have a few games. I figure the kiddos then can eat on the parachute. Easy clean up. After that we will do cake and presents and then it should be 12PM and time for everyone to go. Sam is VERY excited!!!!!!!!
Both kiddos are feeling much better. WOO HOO for the antiboitics. It is like night and freaking day. And now I have been a FLYBABY for over a month. Yeay for me!!!! I don't really follow her exact plan, but I do keep my sink clean and do 5 min room rescues all the time. And I have my own zone plan, but it is working. I no longer live in laundry hill. OHHH, we got Sam an inexpensive DVD (5 bucks!) of Cinderella made by Good Time Home Video. It is not pretty and award winning like Disney; however, the story is so simple and nice. Even tho the animation is so, so, the music is lovely and there isn't so much other crap going on (like singing mice and other stuff). When Sam has her choice of Disney and this one. She chooses the Good Times one. So I have just order her 5 more (Sleeping Beauty, Alice in Wonderland, Alladin, Pocohontis, Snow White). Sam wathces it over and over and over. Sam is soooo in love with Cinderella right now. She has been carrying around my music box, saying that it has magic in it and that her fairy Godmother gave it to her, And she has dress up slippers that are her glass slippers. She has been sleeping with both the box and the slippers the past few nights. Very Cute. Ok, time to play with the kiddos!
Back doc today...
by
welee
on Mon 07 Mar 2005 04:20 PM PST
So I have my follow up with the back doc today and I will get the results of my MRI. Being that they didn't call me at home, I am taking that as good news.
The house is clean and my MIL arrives tomorrow. It should be a nice visit. Despite what I wrote a few days ago, I do like her and we get along. It is just hard sometimes having another person in the house and being that I am the mom/wife, all the cleaning, planning and doing falls onto me. I have everything ready for Sam's PJ party on Sunday. Two families have not RSVP-ed. Why is it so hard for some people to RSVP... either you can go or you can't. It's not neurosurgery. Anyhoo, the kids will arrive for 10AM. The kids can play downstairs in the playroom. Around 11, they will come up and while Ben is getting the pancakes ready, I will grab a few parents and we will do the parachute for the kiddos and bubbles and I have a few games. I figure the kiddos then can eat on the parachute. Easy clean up. After that we will do cake and presents and then it should be 12PM and time for everyone to go. Sam is VERY excited!!!!!!!!
Both kiddos are feeling much better. WOO HOO for the antiboitics. It is like night and freaking day. And now I have been a FLYBABY for over a month. Yeay for me!!!! I don't really follow her exact plan, but I do keep my sink clean and do 5 min room rescues all the time. And I have my own zone plan, but it is working. I no longer live in laundry hill. OHHH, we got Sam an inexpensive DVD (5 bucks!) of Cinderella made by Good Time Home Video. It is not pretty and award winning like Disney; however, the story is so simple and nice. Even tho the animation is so, so, the music is lovely and there isn't so much other crap going on (like singing mice and other stuff). When Sam has her choice of Disney and this one. She chooses the Good Times one. So I have just order her 5 more (Sleeping Beauty, Alice in Wonderland, Alladin, Pocohontis, Snow White). Sam wathces it over and over and over. Sam is soooo in love with Cinderella right now. She has been carrying around my music box, saying that it has magic in it and that her fairy Godmother gave it to her, And she has dress up slippers that are her glass slippers. She has been sleeping with both the box and the slippers the past few nights. Very Cute. Ok, time to play with the kiddos! Sunday, March 6
I love my kids...
by
welee
on Sun 06 Mar 2005 04:20 PM PST
I love my kids, I really, really do! They are playing quietly with each other as I type this. And it just makes my heart go flitter flutter. *Sigh*
And I love Ben. He and I had a heart to heart the other night about how we shouldn't let the pressure of everyday make us forget or back bunrer the affection that we used to show each other so much and so often. (It gets easy to get caught up in the chaos of day to day...) We really connceted and we still really do love each other. Just not as a married couple or as parents or as grown ups but just as a man and a woman. It's not that I really doubted it, but boy is it nice to tell each other and to hear it from time to time. And guess what, the affection has been just so free flowing...from both of us.
I am a very blessed person. Saturday, March 5
My mother in law is coming next week from Scotland for 2 weeks...
by
welee
on Sat 05 Mar 2005 04:19 PM PST
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite. Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right? Right. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine... Thursday, March 3
Took the kids to the doctors today...
by
welee
on Thu 03 Mar 2005 04:18 PM PST
cause for the first time since Sam's throat surgery, I heard the strider today when I picked her up from school. The kids have had this ongoing cold for a month now. I had them at the ped 2 weeks ago that assured me that this time of year, kids often get another cold as they are getting rid of one. So when it settled in the kid's chest, I just went with it - cold air vaporizers, decongestants and keeping an eye on them. Needless to say, when I heard the strider today - I panicked.
It's funny cause a friend that I have been out of touch with and recently started chatting with again said to me that many mom's that she has spoken with still have a hard time talking about their kid's hospitalization, even when it was 30 years ago. She said it is a Post Traumatic Stress thing. I looked it up at the time and even though most of it was military related on the web, it kinda made sense. I thought that Ben and I would eventually compartmentalize this. I have done that with every other hard thing I have ever been thru - not that anything compared to what we went thru with Sam. I no longer believe that to be true. When I heard her strider as we walked to the car, my heart froze. Inside my head all I kept hearing, was OMG, not again, not another surgery, I can't do this again.... So I picked her up and carried both her and baby Kit to the car and called our ped as soon as we were on the road. They were great and told me to bring her right in. Can I tell you how much I LOVE our new pediatricians???? They looked her over very thoroughly and assured me that it is just cause she has been coughing and sick for so long. THANK GOD. They diagnosed her with Bronchitis and gave me a script for an antibiotic and a RX cough med to help her sleep. When I told them that Baby Kit has been sick as well, the doc said that they;d pull his chart and check him over too seeing that it was almost the weekend. Turns out that my little guy also has Bronchitis. The ped said he actually sounds worse. So the kids are on matching scripts. Poor babies! My ped and I chatted for awhile about what antibiotics would be best for the kids. Sam is allergic to Amycillion, she wanted to stay away from all penicillin's and closely related meds, I was so impressed with the extra time and care she took to get the kiddos on the right thing. Then she asked in detail about Sam's accident. We had a different ped at the time. And we talked about it - like she was interested in my child- rather that asking the standard questions on a form. KWIM? She asked me if we prayed when Sam was hurt cause a lot of people find religion during a time like that. I laughed and explained that the Chaplin at the hospital had said the same thing, Everything was so out of control at first, I barely had time to breath, But oddly enough, I did find God and feel closer to him now more than I ever did. I found faith and trust and the belief that there is something out there beyond what I can control. She said to hold onto that because having that faith can get us thru so much more that we ever thought that we could. It was a nice conversation. It wasn't preachy or trying to convert me into something. It was very genuine and it made me feel better after the panic I felt earlier in the day, I also liked that a woman of science can still be open to spirituality. I still think that sometimes it is the very little things that brings what happened to Sam forefront to my mind and Ben says it is like that for him. I just hope that as time goes on, it lessons. And I wonder if I will ever be able to be upstairs and hear one of the kids cry out and not choke as I bolt for the stairs as my voice wavers while trying to sound steady, "Is everyone ok?" I am all over the place tonight, The kids have had me up constantly the past few nights - and I have worked the past 2 nights as well - so my brain is no longer working well. And I am getting the house ready cause Ben's mom is coming over from Scotland next week for a 2 week visit. So I am going to stop blogging and I am going to watch the Idiot Box (aka TV). Nighty night! Tuesday, March 1
Love Thy Neighbor....yeah, right!
by
welee
on Tue 01 Mar 2005 04:17 PM PST
As bad as my neighbors are about taking advantage of us with M, their neighbor on the other side are even worse. They are two of the trashiest, miost classless and tasteless people I have ever met. It's bad enough that they try to blind the neighborhood with so much tacky crap on their front. Seriously, I am all for decorating, but instead of planting flowers like normal people do, they plant plastic flowers. For Easter, they make a 5 foot shaker cross and put it on their front lawn. Not my taste, but I could over look that except that the wind always knocks it down, so their shaker 5 foot cross spends most of the spring on the ground. I am not Christian and that even offends me, the token town Jew. At Chrsitmas I swear, there were more Christmas decoroations out than in all of Walmart, there were still some fall sunflowers out, there were 4th of July wind chimes and then some.
These people have fought back and forth with M's family since they moved in. Luckily I have stayed out the of the rador and am merely a spectator. They have even called the police on each other. So yesterday M's mom calls me to tell me that this wacko neighbor called. She was inviting M's mom to her wedding shower! Oh, I never did tell you that tthe really classless neigborts been together for years and have a 7 year old daugher. The man started taking up with the chick while he was still married and she was 16 and in high school. Then she got preggo. So the fact that wacko lady invited M'm mom to her shower is really funny, not to mention having a shower after all this time... what can she possibley need??!! After chatting with M's mom for awhile, she asked if something happened between M and Sam. Nothing did, so I told her that. She said that M thought that maybe Sam was mad cause we haven't been letting her in as much especially when she comes around at 7 in the morning. WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT????? Diplomat I am, not wanting to cause waves cause we have to live next door to these people, I answered, "Sometimes I just can't get to the door cause I am busy with the kids and sometimes we just do not hear." But what I wanted to say was, "Are you so thick that you haven't figured out that it is completley inappropriate to be sending your kid to my house 7 days a freaking week!!" I find it appalling that instead of explaining boundries to their kid, they let her feel badly. And lately we have not been letting M in as much. She is a VERY high maintainance kid (to quote a friend...) and she gets my household a little nutty sometimes. I may be a nut, but the overall tone of our house is calm and mellow. And sometimes, I just want time with my kids - me and them. To boot, M had strep throat this week, so I wasn't letting her in until she had been on the antiboitics for at least 48 hours. It just baffles me! And because she said something, I can no longer lie to myself that the mom just wasn't unaware of how much time M spends here. HOW FREAKING RUDE!!!!!!!!!! I feel like I can't even open my window curtains cause then they will know I am home and I get invaded. Isn't that just crap? Thank Heavens the rest of my neighbors are REALLY nice, are private and understand about personal space. Yes, I may sound like a bitch, but I'm not... well ok, I am but I'm a cool bitch not a STUPID BITCH (To quote another friend O'mine!) Sunday, February 27
Friday, February 25
Ok, I am not an insensitive jerk but...
by
welee
on Fri 25 Feb 2005 04:15 PM PST
I just read something that made me go WTF!!!!!! Ok, I hope this person does not read my blog and if any of you are offended, none is meant but....
If I were to find out that my teenage son (which I do not have) was molesting my under 3 year old daughter, we would not put off dealing with it cause we were on our way to Disney. That just sounds INSANE to me! You daughter is being molested by your son, but you do not want to ruin you family vacation by addressing it?????? What is wrong with that picture????Ok, I have not walked in this person's shoes and I hope that I never do. But I can say with no hesisitation, that if one of my kids were abusing the other and we find out - FUCK the vacation. The shit is being dealt with then and there. OMG!!!Ok, rant done. I do hope this family continues to get the help they need. Tuesday, February 22
Clarification...
by
welee
on Tue 22 Feb 2005 04:14 PM PST
Ben brought up the subject last night, not me. I do not hound him about it. But it is something we have been discussing especially in light of what happened.
I do find it it interesting the mix of responses tho. And as always, I appreciate the different point of view. Also, Ben read last night's entry. He asked if he could. I wouldn never write something about him that I'd not say to his face. Just sometimes it is easier to get the thoughts out there with the written word. I also know that he would never purposely hurt me - but logic and the heart do not always see eye to eye. When my feeling are hurt, I am writing from emotion. I appreciate my husband and I love him very much, but that does not mean that he can't make me angry from time to time and/or hurt my feelings. Like any healthy marriage we are going to have differences in opinions. It just happens that this particular issue is an importnat one. So it involves moe because there is more at stake. It's like everything else in life - pick and choose you battles. This is one worth pursuing. At the end of the day, I am a very lucky woman with a wondeful husband and two amazing kiddos. I know that and I thank God for that every day. But it's true, I am a little selfish and I want just a little more (about 7 lbs 10 oz...). Have a good one, I am off to get ready to make some money! Monday, February 21
Men are stupid....
by
welee
on Mon 21 Feb 2005 04:13 PM PST
Yeah, I'm grunpy - it is true. But I just weaned again off the crazy meds (now every other day), I have a nasty cold, I have been spotting then bleeding for 7 days so far, and I generally feel like crap. And then Ben brings up that he just doesn't know if he wants another baby.
GRRRRR.... can he pick a crummier time? We have been going back and forth. All his reason are stupid logic - house not big enough, he doesn't like the infant stage, the hospital sucks, we hae 1 boy and 1 girl, bleh, bleh, bleh. But I don't care because where I am coming from is my heart. Then he says that he just thought we were done at 2? I was like where's ya get that from? I NEVER said just 2 - I have always talked about at least 3. Long story short, when we first got together, Ben got upset about something and said to me that if I wanted to be with him that I just had to accept certain things about him. I thought about that and that was fine and fair enough. I accepted that 9 years ago. But now I feel like why isn't the same appilcable to me? It's not like I haven't always been upfront about wanting a large family. Shit, before we got pg with Sam, he used to turn green at the thought of being a parent. And then we had Sam and he fell totallyin love with her. It literally took me several years of nagging him until he was willing to try (and then it took 2 years to get pg with her). After Sam was born, I had to argue with him again. He only wanted one. He was sure - blah, blah, blah. Then Kit was born and he now is totally in love with him too. So WTF? Do I have to argue with him everytime when he ends up being even happier than he was before. The funny thing is Ben LOVES being a dad and is a GREAT dad. So I do not get it. I am so freaking frustrated. All I wanted my whole life is to be a mom (which I am and I am so thankful for). It just doesn't seem fair to deny me one last chance. And that makes this m/c even more painful because what if that was my last chance? Not only do I have the loss but now the end? Then I get mad because I have NEVER said no to anything Ben has ever wanted. Ok, none was ever as big as having a baby, but still - I have NEVER said no. I ahve given up my whole life, packed my bags and moved to Edinburgh with him. I found a job and supported him when he went to University. Anything and everything he has ever wanted,,,,grrr,,, and I have never really asked for anything in returm except to have a family. He says that he has not made his final decision, but if it was a jury , right now there are more no votes then yes. I know he didn't use this analogy to sound cavalier but it made me want to kick him in the balls. I am no OJ freaking Simpson. This is my heart that we are talking about ! I know that I can't make him want to try for another. But darn it, it he says no then he gets his way - (like always) and I am screwed. And I feel like that I am going to be resentful the rest of my life. I have never made any secrets about who I am and what I want. And it just kills me because I know, I KNOW, that he'd look at all 3 of the kiddos and not be able to imagine what it would be like with out any of them. I know it! He has never been able to visualize what it would be like before the kiddos came - both times. Before both of their births he kept saying that it seemed really far away until they were actually born. Maybe it is a guy thing. But I couild always imagaine and the reality of it was even more beautiful than the dream. And I know with a 3rd, that it would just be complete. As a woman, I think we just know. So why, when he loves me so much, is he willing to break my heart? How can I make him see? Sunday, February 20
A Little Diddy (I mean Titty) for you...
by
welee
on Sun 20 Feb 2005 04:12 PM PST
Ben got me a web cam to cheer me up. Last night he finally got around to show me how it works. Of course I had to make sure the anglel wasn't giving me the super big double chin. After that was done, Ben wanted to set it up to take a still every 15 mins (the new one would replace the old one). I was like no freaking way. I knew every shot would some be my boobs. Ben argued that was not right.
I then stood up and pulled the boobs out of the nursing gown and there they were. Well I don't know why, but seeing my boobs from that angle was interesting. They really are HUGE. Ben warned me that someone might see, but I had just checked and nobody was watching me. So I looked at them for a min or two. Then I had to lift my dress and see what they looked like (hey and I discovered that I had a waist again - WOO HOO!) And then I decided to bounce them. That is when I got an IM from Carie - letting me know that she was there and yes someone was watching my booby dance. OMFG - Both Ben and I was laughing so freaking hard. He couldn't breath and I was crying. I asked her with trepidation, "How long?????" "Since you pulled them out of your gown," she answered. My face turned red and we started laughing even harder. OMG - what are the chances!!!!! Carie said she was afraid that we were going to start having sex or something - LMAOPIMP! So yes folks, I do have a web cam and Carie was the first one I flashed. So if you tune in, maybe you too will catch The Booby Story, staring me! LMAOPIMP. Oh, and Ben conceeded that we would not be doing the still every 15 mins, lol! When you think you can't embarass yourself any worse and yet you do! That's me! Saturday, February 19
UN-FREAKING-BELIVABLE...
by
welee
on Sat 19 Feb 2005 04:11 PM PST
Ok, I have never written about this before because I always try to look at the brighter side of things.
We have neighbors, that are nice, but take advantage of us all the time. They have a 7 year old daughter, M, who spends A LOT of time here. By A LOT of time, I mean she comes over as soon as she crawls out of bed. Often it is before 7 AM and she is still in her PJs. I think the parents are still asleep and do not know. M comes to our house when she gets home from school as soon as she drops off her book bag. In the summer, she is here 24-7 - more waking hours than at home. To say that I feed her dinner 3-5 times a week is an understatement. The mom works a lot - not cause they need it but cause staying home drives her nuts. The dad is home with M when the mom is working, but he likes to go drinking at the bar, so that is how we get her most nights. M and my kiddos love each other and play and fight like siblings. So I have just taken M into our lives and treat her like on of my own. She gets hugs and love and reprimands and everything in between, just like my kiddos do. Well today M wanted to come to the foodstore with us. So of course I said yes. Well the mom was getting ready for work and the dad was supposed to come home at 10 to watch M. We left for the market at 9:30 and I said that we'd be about 45 mins. While there, I got M a beanie baby bunny just like my kiddos and said no to all the sugar and crap that she and Sam said she wanted. Both she and Sam were telling me what they wanted me to get for the week to make them for dinner. It was fun. But we got back at 10:30 instead of 10:15. Also, they have my cell in case they need to get a hold of me. Well when we got back from the foodstore, neither mom or dad was home. I didn't say anything to M cause I didn''t want her to feel badly. I checked to make sure that neither car was there and they were not there. So I called the house phone a few times and no one answered. So after 1.5 hours, noon, I finally called each of their cell phones. Of course, neither of them answered so I left a message, "Uh hello. It's Wendy. We've been back from the store for a while now and neither of your cars are there, So I was just wondering what's going on. Please call me and let me know." Five minutes later, the dad pulls in. By this time M wanted to go home. When she saw her dad's truck, she got her stuff and said she was ready. I just let her and shut the door because I really did not want to talk to the dad. Especially cause I am pretty sure that he was at the bar drinking. I mean is if there was an emergency, fine, call me. But there was no call on my cell or at home. I think they just thought, Yeah Wendy will watch her. Wendy is the free freaking ride. That is such crap. Am I crazy? It is just unreasonable crao, right? Friday, February 18
Kick me while I'm down...
by
welee
on Fri 18 Feb 2005 04:10 PM PST
So today I got a call from my gyn that my pap shows that I have a bacterial infection on my cervix. (No not a STD thanks, just an infection.) I had my appt on the first of Feb. So now I am on anitbotics. I guess it's good I know, but BLECH! And who knows how that played in things. I mean I will never know why and all that but why give me another factor to torture myself over.
So I painted some more and my living room now looks fantastic. At this rate, I will be out of rooms to paint. I may have to come to one of your houses to shine sinks and paint.I am going to be now cause I am cranky, irratiable and generally not pleasant company. Grrrr. And both the kiddos are sick and full of snot. My poor muffins. Pleasant dreams anyway. I am going to cuddle my kiddos while they sleep before I make it to my bed. That is the best thearopy when feeling like shit. Thursday, February 17
The short sad version.
by
welee
on Thu 17 Feb 2005 04:10 PM PST
After about 5 faint +, last night I started having bad cramping and the spotting became heavier and red. As you probably can guess, I no longer have a +. Today I tested again and got -. For what ever reason, I can't seem to hold onto a pg right now. So hopefully we will use my rx for Clomid in a few months and then We will get lucky.
I feel so cpmpeteley devestated. I really, really, really want a 3rd child. I just KNOW we were meant to have one more. But instead of wallowing in grief and pity, I am going to pray for my friend Michelle and Gabe - hoping that his surgery went well and for her step father - hoping that his last surgery went well. And I am going to pray for my friend Margie and her daughter K, and for K's best friend, Melody, who has been put on Morphine and is probably not long for this world. I think Melody is around 8 and has brain cancer that they can not operate on. So, any sadness, compassion and empathy that I know you wonderful friends of mine have for me, please give it to my friends instead. Thanks as always for listening.
Monday, February 14
Valentines Day...
by
welee
on Mon 14 Feb 2005 04:09 PM PST
So today I told Ben and he was grea t with it - but I think he was great with it cause he doesn't really believe it. His words were something like that I have a million to one chance of conceiving naturally and maintaing with out drugs, so I shouldn't get my heart set. But if by some miracle I did, then he is thrillled. He meant this to be supportive but - ouch. Of couse I told him on the 2 hour drive to the accountant.
Then I started to spot a little, which I did with both Sam and Kit, but Ben's words kept going thru my head. So now I am just feeling sad. My temps are still high, I am not cramping, I am still nauseas but what I think I really need is a nice and dark BFP. I just feel like I want to cry. I can't explain myself very well, so I am just going to shut up now.
And the funny thing is that we got a $8000.00 refund today, so I should be over the moon. (I am glad about the money...)
Valentines Surprise!
by
welee
on Mon 14 Feb 2005 04:08 PM PST
So last night was nice. Ben and I went out with some of his coworkers for snacks and drinks. One of them was leaving (all I had was a soda). Then Ben surprised me with a dozen red roses and chocolate covered strawberries.
Sunday, February 13
Shameless bragging...
by
welee
on Sun 13 Feb 2005 04:04 PM PST
Aren't they cute????? So today Sam was using her little vacuum and Baby Kit really wanted to use it. So I asked Sam to be the good big sister that I know she is and let her brother have a turn. Well don't you know, she did! I was SOOOO proud of her and gave her a BIG hug and kiss. And then I snapped this photo while they were playing.
Saturday, February 12
Some of the furniture arrived...
by
welee
on Sat 12 Feb 2005 03:59 PM PST
And the sofa bed that we bought for the basement is TOO FREAKING BIG to get down there! And that is the one piece we needed cause it has a bed in it. So we decided to make our dining room and extension of the family room and have one big GREAT ROOM. Aside from my China cabinet, the room has our pet bunny, my treadmill and toys in it anyway. Friday, February 11
Why I really like the BOOB sign...
by
welee
on Fri 11 Feb 2005 03:52 PM PST
(Suzanne, this is was inspired by you my friend! SMOOCH!) I am an older mom, who is very comfy with the fact that I wanted to bf and even I started doubting myself for a minute. I am just glad that I stuck to my guns. Most of the women that I know are intelliegent women who weighed all the benefits of breast v. formula and what was best for their families. I have no doubt that the decision they came to was the best one. I am proud that my friends online and IRL are such good mommies. But I think that a sign like this is great for the vast amount of women who maybe are not as educated. And then their are the women who think it is just embarassing when bfing is just a part of nature. Thursday, February 10
Finally!
by
welee
on Thu 10 Feb 2005 03:53 PM PST
So it's true, I've been a bad, bad blogger lately. *smack hands*
I must admit that I do like the Flylady and she has helped me find my MOJO. My house looks GREAT! And most of the clutter is gone! Even Ben now is looking for hot spots and trying to keep my sink clean. He even made the bed the other morning when he was the last one to get out! *falling down in shock*. I love my DH dearly, but he can be a complete slob, lol. So making the bed was a BIIIIIIG deal. The one thing I can't do is keep my shoes on. I must confess, when I get in the house, I can't wait to peel the clothes off and get in my night gown or nothing at all. Clothes get on my nerves. So in public, I do the right thing and where them - but while the kiddos are still little and in the privacy on my own home - screw the clothes! I know a lot of people feel strange in the buff, but I have no problem with nudity. Fat and all, I am very comfortable with myself and so is Ben. I would have made a good renaissance woman - chubby - naked - and artsy fartsy! Oh well, a year or 2 too late and a dollar or 2 short, lol! On to the weaning of the crazy meds... I am down to 2.5 mg a day, which is .25 of my pill. I do get some weirdo things sometimes like hearing something for a sec when nothing is making noise. Freaked me out. Reminded me of tripping from yesterdays of yonder. Well when I was talking to my friiend Jen who I work with, she said she had the same thing happen to her when she forgot her crazy meds for a few days. We were both like OMG - I thought I was CRAZY!!!!!! And started laughing. I mean if you told most people that you briefly heard something that wasn't there, they'd think ya were maybe on the dark side of the moon. Y'know? Onward to the family... Sam is getting ready for the even more terrible threes... She has started full blown temper tantrums. Well that has been nipped in the bud and Sam has met the go to your room and sit on your bed until you can be nice again. Well who knew, but it is working! I have come to the conclusion that Sam is always going to test the limits to see how far she can go. I think she was getting a little...um... difficult... cause she actually needed me to just put my foot down. So now that the foot has come down... she is so pleasant again! Then there is baby Kit who is so pleasant but the king of getting into things he shouldn't. I was told that little boys are like that but OMG the things he gets into. Lets see.... he tries to climb in the dryer, the oven, the dishwasher - now all of which are locked. He climbs up chairs and jumops, he climbs up chairs to sit on the kitchen table and he does all this in the blink of an eye. And then you say no to him and he flashes that baby doll smile. *heart melts* Ben is nervous about his company's merger. His bosses boss is offically staying and willb e deciding who stays and who goes. He used to be my boss when I was a rep there. He likes both of us a lot. His name is Chris and he always jokes that we named Baby kit for him, lol! Ben also has a GREAT sales record and everyone likes him. So I think he is pretty safe, but I understand why he is nervuos, Before Ben told me what was on his mind, he was being a bit (A LOT) of a jerk. He made me SOOOOOOOOO mad on Monday that I told him that I wanted to break all my dishes over his head, but since I can;t do that - I was going to curse A LOT. He hates when I get mad and curse. Later when the devil inside me was gone, I told him that he needed to talk to me. I can deal if something is botehring him but I can't take him just being a jack ass. That is when he told me what he was thinking and life went back to normal. Why is it so hard for men to say what is on their minds? That's all for now.... Sunday, February 6
My Kiddos have been ROCKIN...
by
welee
on Sun 06 Feb 2005 03:42 PM PST
to The Ramones all morning!!!! And of course so have I but I will only post the naked pics of them... Yes, we are nudists here. (The one part of Flylady that I suck at although I guess I can
Sunday, January 30
Christopher's birth story...
by
welee
on Sun 30 Jan 2005 03:41 PM PST
My pregnancy with you was harrowing, to say the least; but not because of you... rather due to other things. Samantha was hospitalized when I was 18 weeks pregnant and we were there for a long time. She was on a vent for over 3 weeks and to say that my nerves were shot, would be an understatement. I would not leave the hospital while your sister was there, but I never felt alone with you inside me. The only way I got any sleep was to feel you inside of me. Even then, you were a source of strength and comfort.
I remember the day that we found out what sex you were. I thought your dad was going to jump put of skin when the tech said, "BOY." Your dad never said he had a preference of sex, but it quickly became obvious that he did. J
We hadn't picked many boy names, but the few that we did just did not feel like your name. I was going to sleep when the name CHRISTOPHER popped into my head. I then put it together with my Uncle's name, Paul. Christopher Paul… It sounded right to me and I decided to run it by your dad the next day. He agreed that fit and from then forward you were no longer the baby, you were Christopher Paul.
Thankfully you were very healthy when I was pregnant with you. You were also a big baby. Because of that, the doctors felt that a repeat c-section would be the best way to bring you into this world. So we went with their opinion and scheduled a section.
We decided not to do it right before Christmas because we didn't want you ever to feel like your bday got lost in the holiday shuffle and for that reason we didn't choose Christmas day either. However, the day after Christmas felt like a good day to have a baby Christopher. We were the first one scheduled.
The night before I was so nervous and excited. Excited to meet you and nervous about surgery. Your dad slept like a rock (no surprise) but I tossed and turned. Finally it was time to go. We were scheduled to be at the hospital by 6 AM. We were off while Nana and Pop-Pop watched Samantha.
When we got there, they took me to Triage and hooked me up to a monitor that kept an eye on you. It appeared that I was already having very strong contractions and chances were if you weren't already scheduled to make your entrance to the world, you would have been coming soon anyway. They also hooked up an IV port into my hand.
At 8 AM they took me back to the operating room. We were told that it would be a little while before they let your dad in and while they wheeled me back, they had him change into scrubs. I was in the room with a few nurses when the anesthesiologist, Dr. Cherry, came in. I must have looked scared cause he asked what was wrong. I told him that I was nervous and wished my husband could come in already. He said that was no problem and your dad was brought right in. The nurses were amazed and asked who we knew cause no one usually gets to have their spouse with them at this point.
I was given a spinal tap. At first it made me feel VERY strange, but Dr. Cherry gave me something for the nausea and your dad held my hand. With in minutes I was feeling better. After they were certain that I was numb, Sr. Sallash arrived and explained what was going on as they started.
I was so calm and happily chatted with your dad and Dr. Cherry. Before I knew it, Dr. Sallash was telling me that I was going to feel a little pressure as they got the baby out. There was some pressure but it was hardly noticed once I heard you cry. I can't even begin to fully describe how my heart was just flooded with love and adoration as I heard you little voice. I fell so in love with you in an instant. It was 9:06 AM. That moment is etched on my memory.
The area she checked you was right next to us, so I was able to look at your beautiful face. On your ABGARS, you got a 10 both times. This nurse said that she doesn't often give 10's. Everyone agreed that you were just so beautiful. After she checked you, she brought you over to your dad and me. We just looked at you, kissed you and talked to you. I couldn't wait for them to stitch me back up so that I could nurse you.
Your dad went with you when the docs put me back together. They were going to knock me out, but I requested to stay awake. I wanted to be alert and able to nurse you as soon as I was allowed.
It was a little after 11 when you were brought to me. You latched on immediately and the feel of you felt perfect. I held you until it was time for you to get your first bath. The rest of the stay at the hospital I had you with me every second that I could. And I continue to love you more and more as each day passes.
I'm gonna wash that grey right out of my hair...
by
welee
on Sun 30 Jan 2005 03:41 PM PST
I'm gonna wash that grey right out of my hair...
I'm gonna wash that grey right out of my hair... I'm gonna wash that grey right out of my hair... I'm gonna wash that grey right out of my hair... Pulling the grey from your hair before you color it defeats the purpose of coloring it. So since last time, I have had to watch the stupid grey grow in. Of course most of it is right in the front, so as I watched it grow, it was so freaking obvious to me - mocking me. Yes folks, I am no longer sexy and seventeen... *sigh* So here I sit, with the goop on my head, stinking of hair dye, but soon to be no longer grey! Friday, January 28
CrAzY MeDiCiNe...
by
welee
on Fri 28 Jan 2005 03:40 PM PST
So today I had my first symptom. I was in the car with the kids waiting for Ben. We were on our way to my P/T appt. He was coming with to watch the kiddos while I got tortured and then I was going to drop him back at work. He was late, naturally, because it was late in the day and we were bound to catch the afternoon traffic.
So there I was waiting in the car outside his work, listening to the kiddos chattering while eating a burger. That's when I noticed that every time I moved, I felt like someone was tapping my eye from the inside. At first I thought it was just my eye twitching, so I looked in the rear view mirror waiting for it to twitch. Nothing. And then I'd turn my head. TAP, TAP, TAP. So I'd look again. Nothing. Once again I'd move my head to look away. TAP. TAP. TAP. Now I felt the anxiety come on. Why Was my eye tapping? WTF?! And then I felt my chest tighten up. OK, I can't freak out cause the kids are right here in the back seat, I thought. Ok Wendy, I told myself, Remember the days of smoking pot and getting paraniod.... breath. What's making you whig... Ok, that was easy, the eye tapping was freaking me out. So why would my eye be tapping.... Hmmm... Maybe cutting my crazy meds down??? Ok, that made sense. Why else would I feel anxiety?. Ben was late. That made sense. Reasonable and understandable. And then the fact that my pet had died not even an hour ago, may have been contributing as well. At that point, I once again used my Lamaze breathing to help calm down. Can I say, that was the best $75.00 I ever spent. I use that stage one breathing for all sorts of things...but I digress... By the time Ben got to the car, I was calm. I told him about the crazy eye tapping and we were on our way. At P/T, the eye tapping continued but I walked well on the treadmill and when my therapist tortured me, I just stared at the ceiling feeling my eye go, TAP, TAP, TAP. At that point I decided that maybe the reduction of the meds was causing my nerves to send out crazy pulses - similar to an eye twitch. So once I got home, fed the kids, played with the kids, read stories, changed diapers, brushed teeth and got them to sleep, I started searching the web. After reading A LOT of crap, I found a few sites on weaning the crazy meds and the plan I came up with was a sound one. I got the ok from my doc at my last appt to try to wean when ever I wanted, but the weaning schedule that they gave me seemed to fast. So I am going to wean my way, the Wendy way. I really do want to be med free. It just seems to me that too many docs are too easy about dispensing the crazy meds with out telling about the hardship of weaning. I do not know if I would have taken it if I knew what I now know. It's like legal drug pushing of the big drug companies. It has really opened my eyes in a rather unpleasant way. If drugs are going to be pushed on me, I'd rather have my all natural, non addictive marijuana thank you very much. I mean people are now legally getting hooked on this legal shit but I can't smoke a joint cause that is against the law. I smoked pot for a LOOOOOOONG time and not once did I ever suffer ANY withdrawal after I stopped. And we stopped cold turkey a good while before we started TTC. (I just ate a hell of a lot of snacks sometimes when I was stoned, lol!) Ok, rant over.
Clarifiacation...
by
welee
on Fri 28 Jan 2005 03:39 PM PST
One of my IRL pet rabbits died. Basil was a lovely black mini lop. He is survived by Willow, my grey mini lop. Although I must say that both times I got pg one of my pet bunnies died. But as it stands now, not pg, just sad.
A few Random Blurbs...
by
welee
on Fri 28 Jan 2005 03:38 PM PST
Off to P/T I go. I still feel like a truck hit me the next day. But on a good note, so far so good with weaning off the crazy meds!!!!!!
And last night, for the first time, Baby Kit started kicking his legs out, like he was doing the Can Can when Sam, Kit and I were dancing around and then he started spinning. Sam and I clapped for him and cheered YEAY. He then started clapping and was SOOO proud of himself. And finally, I decided to check out the new preschool today cause I was afraid of it getting filled (crazy but the good ones fill fast and early) and Sam LOVED it. She did not want to leave. Baby Kit actually had a good time too! The school room is great! It has different stations that change every week with the theme. For example the sand box now is filled with sand and dinasours now, but in March might be filled with a little water and boats. There is even a computer station with 4 computers for the kids! Each day one student is the student of the day. He/She gets her name on the board and gets to be the teachers helper. They will go over the month, day of the week and weather every class. It is really like early Kindergarden. It is 2/3 structured and 1/3rd free play. Each child gets one on one time to work on where they are individually. The ratio is 1 teacher to 6-8 students. I feel it will be a really good environment of nuturing and a good balance of social interaction and education.
OMG one of my rabbits just died. Crap... |
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