Friday, September 16, 2005

Alan.. my grandmother didn't have a kid, just to let you know. She is doing better, thankfully.. although she's been transfered to another hospital where they can do more tests.

My sister also had her baby yesterday. Apparently she waited about 3 hours to push the little guy out, because they didn't want him arriving before the doctor got there. I don't think she had any pain meds.. so can you imagine waiting 3 hours just to push??

All my mom could tell me was that he was under 6 lbs, but otherwise (as far as I know) a typical newborn. And the name my sister and her husband finally chose doesn't surprise me in the least. His first name is my dad's (well, and my sister's actually), and the middle name is my brother-in-law's. If any of you have been paying attention, you'll figure that out easily enough. :P In any case, I'm wondering what to call him. LOL I can't wait to see pics!! :)


OMG.. so yesterday we went to Target to fill Matthew's prescription for Elidel (damn, that shit is expensive!!! It was about $64 per 30 oz tube of it, and the presciption called for 60 oz. Thank heavens insurance covered most of that. We paid $30 total). Anyway, Matthew has this thing where he wants to wear the shopping cart's safety belt. That's all find and dandy, but he 1.) has to do it himself, 2.) then has to take it off by himself. Any help from me turns him into a monster, however he sat there for like 10-15 minutes (in front of the pharmacy) fighting the damn thing. Finally I took him out of the cart, hoping he'd forget about it. Oh hell no. That just pissed him off even more. Kicking and screaming ensued. Of course David had taken off to find wipes, so I couldn't pass the kid off. I was like "whatever" and put him back in the cart. Of course starting the cycle of "on and off" over again. Some older guy (maybe in his late 40's) was trying to distract Matthew with waves and such, which quietted him down some, but he was just obsessed with figuring out his seatbelt. By the time David showed up, I was like "ok. I think you're going with daddy now".

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