Because of my exhausting schedule, I simply have not been able to write on this blog. You would find that humorous if you knew of what my schedule consisted:
- 10:00 am wake up
- 10:02 am go back to sleep
- 11:30 am wake up
- 11:31- 1:00 pm get up, talk to mom, play on computer
- 1:00-2:00 pm sleep
- 2:00 pm go out in the backyard to layout
- 2:15 pm crawl inside due to heat stroke
And play with Jayci or Jake the rest of the day. Jayci obviously gets priority.
Oh and speaking of Jayci... she was born. wooo hooo!
So lets think about something that really boggles my mind almost as much as the sun...
(huge ball of fire creating light for us and literally burning our skin as if we were on huge world rotisserie... we will talk about this later because you are now also thinking it is strange)
back on topic- BABIES! Life is starting to freak me out lately. So here is this tiny little thing the size of a grain of rice inside Dusti's body. It grows. It turns into a baby living inside of her. One day this "baby" decides to come out of her body and we love it. In ten years it walks, talks, goes to school, has friends... WEIRD. THAT THING WAS IN HER BODY! Just think about it. You know thats kinda crazy. I look at my mom and think whoa... I lived inside your bod for 9 months. baha. Ok i'll stop being a crazy person now.
So now we have no topic of conversation in our household that doesn't involve baby. The most exciting thing going on at 12:30 am is Dusti calling everyone telling them not to worry because she finally pooped! (Jayci, not Dusti) We are baby loving robots. I think about her all day long. We fight about who gets to hold her (even when she has the worst gas ever), who gets to give her a bath and even who gets to change her diaper.
I'm starting to feel unloved and it is obvious that Guinness (Dusti and CJ's dog) is feeling the same way. First, me- Grandma has called me her baby for the past 22 years. She no longer does. AND the other day Jayci's hand/arm was peeling where she sucked on it and mom was sooooo concerned about it. She didn't even care when I told her that I was also peeling.
Now, Guinness- He runs around at grandma's all the time, never causing trouble. We were down there the other night and he ran out in the street where cars had to dodge him. He was obviously trying to commit puppy suicide because he also feels he has been replaced. He needs puppy therapy.
When taking these lovely pictures of Jayci ( am i a professional baby photographer ?! ... maybe) I grabbed some things of my own to prop her up on and she peed- all over one of my fav pillows. So, of course, I called her a little bitch. Dusti and Mom were a little shocked, who could call a 5 day old a bitch? I CAN. And she better get used to it, thats for sure. No more peeing on Aunt Kami's stuff or stealing all my momma's love you little sassy pants. Maybe i'll like her more when she is in the 5th-6th grade and in her awkward stage. It will be my time to shine again. haha only kidding. I love the little baby nugget. Even if she does have Old Man toots.
-kami
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