My kid doesn’t botch a roll.

This cough will be the death of me.  In fact it sounds like the death of me.  All rattlely and harsh.  I can’t get a good nights sleep because I cough so bad I wake up and find my skull pounding.

All this and I start the new job today.  Oh joy of joys.

So, Kyle has his first sniffle.  He’s actually coming through it very well.  He’s not missed a beat even though his nose is runny and he sometimes coughs or sneezes.  Really all in all for a first cold it’s pretty un remarkable.

Oh, how did he get his cold?  From his mommy of course.  I have what is probably one of the worst immune systems you can imagine.  I can pick up a cold from a mile away and it’ll run like wild fire through me until I want to die rather than cough once more.  Luckily for me this is a mild one, though at almost 7 days now I’m still coughing pretty bad and yesterday my body almost shut down for the entire day.  Thank God for my mother in law.  She took Booger and I slept.  All.  Day.  Long.

Today I’m much better thanks.
The other first is Kyle can now roll from his back to his tummy.  Talk about freaking me out.  I didn’t think he was supposed to be able to do that yet, but he is.  My mother tells me I was a lot like that as a baby.  Sitting up fast, standing fast, went from belly crawl to walk, in fact she tells me she doesn’t really remember me crawling at all.  Funny now that you look at me and realize I can’t walk without falling over my feet.

Kyle has found his feet, his very chubby feet.  Now when we play on the floor he grasps them in his hands and sort of looks at them a little confused as if he’s trying to figure out what to do with hands that are that far away.

And the giggles!  When you ‘eat’ his tummy or his chubby thigh he chortles in glee.  It makes us laugh because it sounds like a stutter and nothing at all like a laugh.

He was baptised last weekend and slept straight through it.  Well until Pastor Russ began to walk through the church with him.  Then he opened his eyes and stared at all of us like “WTF? Huh?”.  But he never cried.  Not even when daddy fell and almost dropped him.

In other news I start a new job next week Monday.  We made the decision to pay our cars off ASAP and start to save for a condo.  We also want to get to a point where Jason’s salary will cover our bills alone.  No flashy stuff or newest for us.  But we want to do it so that we can A) Save more B) When we buy have my “extra” money to upgrade C) Send Kyle to HCL grade school and D) Consider having another baby.  If we do we will only start trying again if and when I can stay home until both kids are in school full time.

Of course I want to weep when I realize that I won’t spend so much day time with him, but the hours I’m at work are actually less because I’m done at 4 not 6 and daddy will stay with him in the morning until 10ish so he gets daddy time to boot.  I just keep saying “It’s for his best interests, it’s for his best interests.”

We did it to ourselves,  the crappy market and housing industry that is.  We charged and financed our way into homes far to big and far to expensive then went and bought all the Ethan Allen goods we could stuff into our walls.  We then waited for a year and took out a home equity line of credit and then went on a 5k vacation, bought a 40k car and bought Coach purses and steak dinners.

We could not wait for the little splurges in life.  $5 cups of coffee three times a week, hey I deserve it, $400 soccer lessions for Johnny, he enjoys it!  We needed a new car and it had to be new with DVD and GPS.  No second hand for us!  How dare people think we should wait!

And no way could we drive sedans.  Nope we had to have giant SUV’s and mini vans because our kids have to haul around a metric ton of stuff for their 3 daily lessons and 5 school projects.  The idea that if we bought gas at the rates we did drove up prices along with other market factors is just plain silly.

We had to have, no waiting, instant credit, just charge it we’ll worry about it later but hey we’ll get Disney Bucks for it too!

The goverment doesn’t need to fix it, we do.  We over bought and over consumed and felt we had a God given right to have whatever we wanted the second we wanted it.

But it’s not our fault.

Moveon.org has a new commercial out.  I think most of us have seen it.  A young mother holds her baby, he’s 5 months old mom says.  She says how much she loves him and loves watching him grown.

Then mom looks at the camera and says that John McCain can’t have Alex to fight in Iraq because John McCain has said he’s stay in Iraq for 100 years if that’s what it took.

The scare tatcic pissed me off at first.  Oh sure Moveon, imply that Sen. McCain is going to start a draft and steal all of our son’s.  The commercial ate at my brain because I knew something more than just that ideal was off.  It suddenly occoured to me that Alex was 5 months old and that Moveon was either really bad at math or was figuering that those Evil Republicans were going to over turn the Consitution and allow John McCain 4 terms in office.

Then I realized that Moveon had also implied that somehow the war in Iraq would go on for 100 years because John McCain said so.  After I figured all that out I had to take a nap because my head hurt.  But I couldn’t sleep because I kept having nightmares that actual voters beleived that John McCain and the Evil Republicans would steal their babies to train to go to the 100 year war in Iraq.

When I woke up the news was prattling about the increasing gas prices.  Because my head was killing me I had to get some asprin in me so I went to the store and started to count how many mid to large sized SUV’s I saw and how many mini vans I saw.

When I got to 21 I stopped counting.  My over heating brain realized that the same people who were screaming for congress to punish those Evil Oil Companies are the same ones that have to have these giant gas sucking cars to cart around their 2 kids.  Because a sedan is just way too small.  Of course I have to wonder how my mom did it with a Buick Skylark.

Aspirin just wasn’t going to help at this point so I turned around and went to pick my son up, who by the way is way too young for the John McCain baby snatching vans to get, and play a wicked fun game of fingers and toes.

I just love general elections.

In no way shape or form have I ever enjoyed waking up early in the morning.  I do not rise to greet the day and give thanks it’s here.  I grudgingly leave my bed a wee bit angry that I cannot stay there and enjoy it’s warmth and comfort a little longer.

Of course having a baby changes that.  A lot.  And now mornings before work are a tad confusing.  Kyle doesn’t have a set wake up time so I can try and wake before he does so I can shower and dress before he wakes up but that never seems to work out well.  Other mornings he gets up at 5, goes back to sleep right before 6 so I’m up for the day.  So not only am I groggy and sore but I also get to play the guess when baby will wake game.  On my days off I love it when he sleeps until 7am.

The annoying coda to this is that my Fibro has kicked up again like hot cakes because I don’t sleep and when I do I’m not sleeping sleeping.  I’m always one eye open waiting for him to wake in the middle of the night.  Last night it was 2:30 and Jason had just gone to bed.  I woke him up.  It’s not as if I don’t want him to get some sleep but it was fast becoming survival for me to get more.

Anyway, I’m up this morning wondering if I have enough time to take a shower before he wakes up.  Today he sounded like he was waking up at 5:30 so I got up and made a bottle then waited.  I keep thinking he’ll get up but he doesn’t.  Ah life loving a Peanut.

Kyle is telling a story.

Don’t you believe my story?

Today 25 yeas ago we left our solar system to continue to explore more than just our small world.  That’s really cool when you think about it.

I’m proud to report that Peanut can sleep through storms and Tornado Warnings blaring away. Hell the kid could sleep through a bomb going off in the house. That’s a good thing. What’s not a good thing is the weather around here. Rain, storms, thunder, rivers over flowing, damns ready to break, roads being shut down. Hell we even had on lake drain out totally. It’s insane.

The grass doesn’t know what to do. It’s growing faster than even it wants too. Two times in two days I toss the cats, blanket, pillows and the diaper bag into a bathroom in preparation of having to run. I’m also going to slap together an emergency kit for those times we need it. Even when the weather isn’t too bad we’ve been known to lose power around here. Once in the middle of a raid I was co-leading. That was a fun night.

So right now the thunder is rolling through, rain is pouring down and I’m wondering when the plague of frogs will come.

Yesterday I visited my grandmother for a while. She had AMC on in the back ground and they were having some sort of Chuck Norris movie bonanza all day. At one point she gasped that he couldn’t fall now from the bridge he was clinging to. My only response was to look at her and tell her with no trace of humor in my voice, that he was Chuck Norris and that’s all the world needed to know. At 67 she did not get the joke.

So while grandma and I were chatting Kyle’s eyes found the TV set. At home I tend to turn it off or turn something like the music channel on so all that he’s watching is a picture, but we still have music to dance too. But grandma didn’t turn it off and before I realized he wasn’t watching me anymore he’d watched Chuck fight off half the Vietnamese army then blow a helicopter out of the sky all by him self. And injured too.

But that’s nothing to the enjoyment he got from watching Shaun of the Dead last week.  I’m not sure if it was all the bright red fake blood, the funny accents or the zombies shuffling around but he talked to the movie for almost an hour.  The ‘good’ mom in me wanted to turn it off.  The ‘bad’ mom in me was enjoying my son watching a good bad movie.

He also loves to stare at the computer screen.  It doesn’t matter if daddy is playing a war game or mommy is typing to friends on AIM, the magic box of movement has his attention.  Sometimes I go to a kid friendly site, like Sesame Street, but often I’ll just let him watch me type a response to a thread asking what the writer should do with left over chicken or how to put an image in her response.

Right now he’s talking to his musical yellow lion and he’s being rather animated about it.  I think he likes it because I’ve got him turned from the TV so he can’t see it, but he can hear it.  Perhaps he thinks the lion is really Spongebob Squarepants.

Wake between 4am and 5am depending on what time Kyle decides he’s hungry/wet. If it’s 4ish I get him back to sleep by 5am. If it’s 5am I get him back to sleep before 6ish.

If Kyle refuses to fall back asleep before 6am I get him settled back down and I shower and get ready for the day. If he’s been a wonderful baby and conked back out I get a bit more Zz’s my self.

6am the alarm goes off. It used to be that he’d sleep until 6:30 or 7am. Now he thinks it’s whee good time funz to wake up ungodly early. If I’m lucky to beat him before he’s awake I brush my teeth in the shower as I shave and wash my hair and swipe soap at my body. He’s awake by the time I’m done in the shower.

I change the pee pee boy then give him his breakfast. We chat for a bit then we play “watch the news while mommy puts on make up.” Then we play bounce or tickle. By now he’s ready to watch the mobile go round and round so he’ll lie in his crib and do that while I finish my hair and try and find clothes that A) Are not maternity B) Clean and C) Fit. But that one’s negotiable.

By now he’s totally bored and furious at being left out of the good times. We dash back to the glider and he finishes off his bottle and falls back asleep (if I’m lucky). Time for me to get my morning coffee on. Now it’s a dash to make sure his diaper bag has everything in it it needs, like Glowey the Glo Worm and Butterfly, who currently has no name.

He hates me now because it’s time to wake him from his slumber and stuff him into the seat he hates so. Once I catch the flaying arms and legs and get him bucked in we can walk a few doors down to get grandma and grandpa. If he’s not awake yet Rio’s barking is a sure baby waker. Grandma has to double check the routine with baby boy before I leave.

Move Jason’s car, grab my work things, get my car and head to the office. I guzzle the coffee because, well, coffee breath is sexy.

During my lunch hour, that’s actually 2 hours, it’s time to load the dishwasher or load it depending. Get dinner started, most days, clean, and do baby free chasing. Sometimes I eat lunch.

When it’s quitting time I head home, drop my car off, leave my work stuff and collect the now wailing child. We get home and the cats flip out because they are so damn hungry!! I change to the sound track of crying. Once I’m ready to go we change him again and we see if we’re hungry. If not it’s rocky time until he can breath again.

7pm starts bedtime routine. Bath, baby massage, clean diydy, new jammies, book, bottle, rock. If I’m lucky (there is that phrase again) he falls asleep mid feeding. Pack him into his beddy bye. If I’m really lucky he stays asleep. If not he cries for about 5 minutes before I come back. When I do I’m greeted by screaming and a look that tells me he’ll put me in a nursing home that reeks of cat pee when I’m old. A bit more rocking and now he’s really asleep.

8ish starts the dinner hour. Most nights dinner needs to be cooked. By 8:30/9ish we’re eating dinner. While that’s cooking I’m picking up the baby debris that somehow followed me all through the place and trying to get ready for the next day. By 9ish I can finally check my email and by 10 I’m passing out.

Tuesday’s are a lot like that, except I only work until 12pm. So I collect him around 1ish and he and I play games, cry, sing, fuss, eat, and nap (him not me).

Thursday’s we wake at the normal time but mommy gets to go back to sleep if he does. He doesn’t. We play games, bouncie or funny faces, then he falls asleep again right about the time mommies coffee kicks in. So she cleans. It’s also laundry day, so we fold and put laundry away as it’s cleaned while watching Dora. Or rather he watches Dora and mommy dance like a loon. We put laundry away if mommy didn’t space out and forget that the dryer was on air fluff.