Updates....

Lets see...since we last spoke...yes I like to pretend we've spoken...live in my Lindsoland a day or two and you'll think we've spoken too. Anyway...the bebes now has on top of the ear infection...chicken pox. Dave calls her Poxi...which is by far the cutest nickname we've come up with yet. Her chicken pox are probably the most horrible thing to look at...I know I had the chicken pox but I don't have any memory of what I looked like I just remember eating TONS of tator tots. I realize that in the grand scheme of things her having them now is by far much better than her having them around school age or later. My FIL got them when my husband was a little boy. I can imagine being a grown man with chicken pox was a nice little kick in the pants. I still feel bad for her, shes inconsolable. I don't know what to do to make her feel better. She's finally done with her antibiotics from the ear infection but I'm not entirely convinced that its gone. We go back to the Dr tomorrow to check the ears and by golly I guess we are checking out the Pox too. On top of all of this she also has a wicked bad cough and well...we all know how I like to talk about boogers. She has tons of those too. My hair has to stay in a ponytail unless I want it to get a nice shalacking of boogers in it....which in case you were wondering...I "don't" want.

Tomorrow we are heading back to Ohio, my dear amazing loving Grandma passed away on Saturday. I can't find anything normal to say about this situation and I'm pretty sure I come off as an uncaring ass every time I try to talk about her, but I'm socially awkward and heck I deal with things in my own way. For instance the moment I heard she had passed I started giggling. I had just remembered how she always joked about planting illegal drugs behind her house. Now seriously my grandmother would NEVER do that but I went to Kent State and Kent is notorious for being a tad more liberal. Anyway she always suggested it when I came home from school and it was just really cute. In 2004/2005 she had a stroke and it changed every part of her. I'm so very sad Dave never had a chance to meet her before her stroke because afterwards she was sadly just a shadow of what she was before. She was slowly loosing her memory and would repeat things regularly. A few years ago my mom and I took my grandparents to look at Christmas lights in their neighborhood. Every time we past one of those semi-tacky (I would totally put them in my yard) Candy Cane lights Gma would say "Oh I love the candy cane lights....the candy canes are my favorite...those are so pretty the candy cane lights." Now my patience for all things redundant is minimal (of course unless I'm being redundant and then its just necessarily...of course) and I couldn't handle it, my Gma was so cute and she was so thrilled we had taken her out to look at Christmas lights. My Gpa on the other hand was probably secretly quietly begging to get home quicker.

My Gma was a librarian for many many years. I can attribute so many children's books that I have from my childhood...that I read to my daughter to my Grandma. She was always buying her Grandchildren books. She also loved teddy bears. I mean I know...seriously what Grandmother doesn't like teddy bears at least on some level but her collection was out of this world. She was the kind of Grandma that wore embroidered sweatshirts and loved country blue hearts and ALWAYS had an insanely sugary cereal in the house that my Grandpa wasn't allowed to eat for when the Grandkids came over and wanted a snack...oh and powdered doughnuts...and horribly unhealthy bags of potato chips. Heaven knows what they did with all the extra junk food when we all left, I'm sure my Grandpa pilfered a few away into hiding.

Anyway as usual I'm rambling and not making much sense to boot...yes to boot is that even a phrase? Who cares I'm using it anyway.

This last month or so has been...not wonderful. I can't say that it sucked. It was far from stellar but as with all things it could always be worse. I still have so many decisions to make and too many things stressing me out but as with all things the bright side is that I get to spend some time with my family this week, even though the circumstances are sad and unwanted. I also have finally found a sitter and she's EXTREMELY reliable and flexible with whatever I need or want throughout the week. I'm really excited to start with her in the next week or two and hopefully after this final transition we'll be set for a while and the world will calm down around us. I'm so desperate for a weekend of no sickness or family drama or tragedy.

Moral of the story...Dave and I are in desperate need of a nap and a breakdown. Neither of which seem to be a feasible option anytime soon. Oh and the bebes is in need of a restful night sleep and no medication....no boogers, no pox, no cough, no infections.

Oh and I promise (yeah right I'm not a reliable bloggertastic lady sorry) anyway I promise...to 'try' and post pictures of my Poxi child soon. Shes so sad...yet so very cute....

And also...pray for my extended family...so much drama and so little time...and so little need for it.

As always this is where I promise to write...and I never do...so until next time...Poxi says "abadouuuu, cough cough"