| | And here's another I made private to take notes for a future blog. Apparently this method works better at home. 
The passport guy asked me upon re-entering  land: "So, how did you enjoy your birthday?" heh He surprised me and then it made me giggle.
We had some good fries at the train station before coming back to the apartment. Yummy. Lots of toppings. One of them was some funky sweet peanut stuff. Strange. Good ... but next time I'll probably just get mayo and onions.
I was pissy at while we were in London. Don't even remember what he 'did' but I got pissy at him ... Oh yeah, we stopped off to get something to drink on our way to the underground. Our hosts picked something very quickly, picked Coke pretty quickly, but since I didn't want pop, I didn't know what to pick (didn't know the brand names for juices and mixes, so was picking up and examining the bottles). Finally ended up with a Fanta, I think. Still pop, but not brown and caffeinated. Anyway, I took too long picking my drink, and said they weren't going to wait forever for me. I wanted to go sit in the corner and see how long they WOULD wait, just to be a pain in 's butt. So instead I got pissy right back at him and we didn't talk for well over an hour. Probably 3. Blech. I hate it when I get all pissy like that. I did it again on the way from London. He was being a pain on the underground, in the plane (only a little) and in the airport and train here. Grrr. He ran into me with his backpack several times, one of them as I was trying to lift my bag into the train. "Mind the gap" became very meaningful to me right then ... I could just picture my suitcase flying under the train and being lost forever. I jumped down his throat over it. Sheesh. He had no idea he'd even run into me with the thing.
I wonder if I should mention this pissiness to my doctor? I don't usually act quite like this. I REALLY associate it with my Depo Provera shots. Every symptom of my period is more severe, except for the actual bleeding. I haven't bled in probably 2 years. But I still get the cramps, the mood swings, the full/bloated feeling. I really thought that at least the bloated feeling would go away, because I thought it was physically caused by the extra blood in there! Yich.
I've been emailing Mom. She says Andrew's being good for her. The one thing that's getting her goat is that he doesn't wipe his bottom after going to the bathroom. He just lets the big 'ol streak thing happen in his underwear. Eww. So Mom's been making a big deal out of it. "Eww, that's gross. That smells bad. Don't put those stinky pants on MY floor!" Each day, she gets more vocal about it. So on Monday or Tuesday, he went inside to change into his swimsuit ... Mom went to check on him, and he looked at her and said, "Don't look in my underwear."
"Say Wha?"
"Don't look in my underwear. I don't want you to look at that."
*looking* "Eeewww, gross"
Heehee.
So then she took him to her office to show him off (that's what grandmas do, right?) on tuesday. They were standing in the lobby talking to someone when Mom noticed something in his scalp. His hair is so fun to play with, and she'd been doing it unconsciously. Well, she found a tick. She thinks he got it at his other grandma's house this weekend. She found one on Monday, too. She was embarassed, and had to leave to remove the thing. Heehee.
I called last night and talked to them all. (I didn't go to sleep early after all) They we going to dinner together, so there were 2 grandmas, a grandpa, and my kiddos. I called on Mom's cellphone, and she tried to get Nate to hand her his book and trade for the phone ... he was paying NO attention ... finally she ripped the book from his hand. When he got on the phone with me he tattled on grandma for being so mean.  I said she was probably tired of asking politely. "But she -didn't- ask." Uhh,yeah she did. I heard her. He grumbled at me for that one. Heehee. Asked if he'd learned anything in school. "no. well, a little bit in math"
He quite quickly handed the phone off to Gramma L. I heard her in the background saying, "No, give it to your brother! He needs to talk to her!"
Well, since Andrew's only 4, he doesn't quite carry on a full phone conversation yet ... So I asked him about his book. I was a schoolbus book. Cooool. I asked him his teacher's name (preschool) "I dunno." OK. hmm. "Are you my sweetie petie?" "yeahh" "Are you my squishy fishy?" (this is our little game. it usually brings him out of any funk) "No." "Aww, you won't be my squishy fishy?" "nope." We talked a little more, and then he said "I know." "You know what?" "About youuuu" (said in a very mysterious voice) "What about me?" "I dunno!" funny little kid! Near the end of the conversation he said "Maybe I'll be your squishy fishy later." HeeHee. He also asked if I miss him. (well, of course!) It made me think of the day his dad came to see him and he didn't want to go. I got him to go by telling him how much his daddy misses him when he hasn't seen him for months. |
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