Last Post of The Year

Well I hope everyone had a great 2008 because it is now coming to an end. I am amazed that as I am getting older the time seems to pass faster. This year has been very exciting and just at the last moment when we thought that we were settling our affairs of 08 we find out one more little secret. We are expecting our 2nd child!
Thats right everyone I am pregnant again. David and I had been trying and praying and after 4 months we found out God has again blessed us with a child. I have not gone to the doctor yet but that will be one of the first things that I do in the new year is make a obgyn appointment. However according to BabyCenter online I am 3 weeks along and due September 14th. I am very excited and a little scared. However God has always provided us with a way to make it through. May 2009 bring new life to our family and hopefully a lot of happiness.

Last Post of The Year

Well I hope everyone had a great 2008 because it is now coming to an end. I am amazed that as I am getting older the time seems to pass faster. This year has been very exciting and just at the last moment when we thought that we were settling our affairs of 08 we find out one more little secret. We are expecting our 2nd child!
Thats right everyone I am pregnant again. David and I had been trying and praying and after 4 months we found out God has again blessed us with a child. I have not gone to the doctor yet but that will be one of the first things that I do in the new year is make a obgyn appointment. However according to BabyCenter online I am 3 weeks along and due September 14th. I am very excited and a little scared. However God has always provided us with a way to make it through. May 2009 bring new life to our family and hopefully a lot of happiness.

Sippy Cup Diary Narrative by Aiden

Aiden: I had a lot of fun today. My Nana and Papa had come to visit me over the weekend. I was really sad when they left, I cried A LOT! Wendy tried asking me a lot of questions, I could tell she was trying to distract me because Nana and Papa were driving away. No question worked, but then when she asked me if I wanted to get my hair done I said YES!! She put two bows in my hair and to show her how much I loved her playing with my hair, I kept taking them out so she could put them back in. Eventually she didn't put them back in again.
We got to eat food too! She let us dip some chips into guacomole. She even would let me dip the same chip in over and over again. We at the whole bowl!! Then a little later we got hungry again and she gave us some popcorn. It was hot, so we told her "Hot Hot!!" we didn't want her to get hurt. Then we showed her how to cool it off. We blew on the popcorn and it went all over the table!!
I was a big helper today, I kept bringing Christopher his bottle when he would drop it.
I found the best place in the world today to swing! The bar in front of the sink. First I opened the doors under the sink, then I grabbed on and swung away! Wendy thought that I was silly.
We watched a few episodes of Sesame Street and then we got to watch the movie Balto! It was about a dog in the snow.

Home from the hospital

Well Christopher and I are finally home from the hospital. I am VERY happy to be home too! The last two days have been a living nightmare for me. Trying to keep Christopher entertained for two days in a crib and sitting on a bed was very difficult. He wasn't allowed to walk around because he had IV's in his arm and foot, and then a heart monitor on his chest. There were a lot of wires and they got very tangled up and it was very frustrating.
When I would put him down in the hospital crib he would cry and flip around and get all tangled up in the cords and wires, and get his IV wrapped around him, pinched off so it wasn't flowing so the alarm was going off, and then he would rip off the heart monitor because he didn't want it on and that would set off alarms. So for two days I literally held him, constantly. Except for diaper changes, which I laid him in the bed for. I slept with him because I could get him to sleep longer if he was in my arms and I could prevent him from flipping around. I have a terrible headache and unfortunately have caught a cold or something similar from being in the hospital with him, but I am very happy to be home. Working on getting Christopher back on a regular sleep schedule again. It's frustrating because the night before he was admitted was the first night that he slept through the night, and I got a decent sleep. I guess it was God just preparing me for the next 2 sleepless nights. (I shouldn't say sleepless, I got 2 hours each night, but not continuous.)
So I bet you are all wondering what went on with my little goober butt.

Christopher caught a common cold from the twins that I watch a few days a week. While he was fighting it off his body had a reaction to the all of the white blood cells being released and his throat started to close up and he basically had a very serious asthma attack. He started having difficulty breathing around 7pm. I just figured that it was like the last time he got sick, and gave him a treatment with his inhaler. Well 3 treatments later, its now almost midnight and he's breathing even worse. I was pretty sure that he was in distress, and he was SCREAMING in pain. It was hard to stomach.
I talked with Davey and told him that I thought he needed to go to the ER and be seen. He thought that it was just like the other time he got sick and to give him another treatment on his inhaler and go to sleep, that he would be fine. He said also that if it would make me happy then to go ahead and go then, but he didn't think it was necessary.
Well I decided to take Christopher in thinking that it was best to be on the safe side, instead of being sorry.
I signed into the ER at 12:10am I told the nurse that he was having difficulty breathing, she glanced at him, wrote a number on his paperwork indicating the seriousness (which she ranked very low) and sent me to billing so that they could get my insurance information. I sat there talking with this STUPID lady who was an IDIOT for about 10 minutes then was told to go wait in the chairs and someone would call me back when they were ready for me.
There were two other people waiting in the chairs, so it shouldn't be long I thought. A few minutes later they called back another patient, and then a few minutes after that a male nurse came out to give a blanket to the other patient in the waiting area because she didn't have much on for clothes, and it was cold. As he was walking away he stopped turned around and came back to me. He listened for a second, his eyes widened and he told me that I needed to come with him immediately.
They brought me and Christopher into a room where they took his pulseox (Oxygen level) and after doing that several times rushed me into a trauma room. They did it a few times because they couldn't believe that it was so low. It was 81 and it should be 100, anything below 80 is very serious, and for such a little guy it should be nothing below 98 . . .
They didn't tell me what was going on, just had me hold him down while they started IV's and breathing treatments, put him on oxygen, hooked up a billion monitors and asked me a ton of questions. When I looked up at the clock again it was almost 1:30am. The room finally settled down, they had him on IV antibiotics and I STILL had no idea what was going on. I asked the Respiratory Therapist what he thought was going on and he told me that they were going to transfer me to another hospital with a pediatric unit and admit him. Well they pumped him full of drugs for another 2 hours trying to get him into stable condition. (I honestly didn't know until afterward that he was in that serious of condition, I found out when they told me "Well he's stable now, so we can now transport.")
They transported him by ambulance to Sierra Vista hospital in San Luis Obispo.
I found out the following morning that they were planning on keeping him there for at least another night, possibly more depending on how he reacted when they started decreasing his breathing medication. He wasn't on a ventilator but they were planning on putting him on one because he wasn't responding well to the medication, and they said that they had to use an obsene amount for his size to get him breathing again at a reasonable rate, however it wasn't good enough.
I spent another night there and we were able to go home today. Because he is unable to be on IV breathing medicine right now (anti-inflamatory medicine for his lungs and airways) I am weening him off of that medicine with an oral medicine.
The doctors used the words "life-threating" when they were describing Christopher's condition to me about how he had come in. He would have died or had serious brain damage done to him if I had not brought him in when I did. That is a really scary thought.
He will be on steroids for life to prevent this from ever happening again. 200,000 children a year are hospitalized for this condition. I had no idea. . . It has to do with him having a peanut allergy and also having excema. They are all related and apparently caused by the same thing. His body reacts as if he has eaten a peanut (or something he is allergic to) when he gets sick. This was just a common cold!!! So it makes it very serious now when he gets sick.
Hopefully the steriod they said, will be good enough to treat him for life so that if he starts having difficulty breathing his inhaler will be able to just take care of what is going on. However if it doesn't and he shows signs of having difficulty breathing again, even after he has had his inhaler its back to the hospital immediately they said.
I have a HUGE gallon size freezer bag of medicine that just for his asthma that I am to carry on me at all times if he has an attack again.
My poor little guy.
Thank you to all who prayed with Davey and me that he would get better. He is much better now. He is still sick, and weak, and unfortunately a side effect of this medicine is irritability so he is not a happy baby.
He is finally eating again, which is a relief and drinking lots of milk, and applejuice.

I had been praying to God before any of this happened that I would be able to grow closer to him. I didn't like the position that I was in with him. I'm kind of annoyed though that it took my son's life on the line to bring me closer to him.

Sippy Cup Diaries- Gold Fish War!!!

I was thinking about creating a seperate blog just for the adventures that the sippy cup children have, but decided against that since they are such a big part of my life, so should be with my regular blog.
Just for reference, the cast of the Sippy Cup diaries are 3 one year olds. Ashley, and Aiden (born Dec 06) and Christopher (born Oct 07)

So today they wanted a snack, which is nothing unusal. They did great and had eaten all of their eggs, so for snack I gave them a bowl of goldfish, to SHARE. (that's a keyword here)
Well at first they were doing great, grabbing fish from the bowl when they wanted some more, but then Christopher took over and started shaking the bowl like crazy, fish went flying everywhere! Ashley didn't like this and kept saying "No no no baby! no baby no!" It was adorable. Christopher had fun flinging the fish everywhere. Aiden took the opportunity since Ashley was no longer able to pay attention to what he was doing to steal her sippy cup. Hahahaha

I'm trying to get the twins to say my name. Everytime my husband comes over they yell "Hi Day!!" (for Hi Dave) but they won't say my name. They are able to identify by pointing where the baby is, mama, tyler, dave etc. But when you say my name they just look at me completely confused. So to try and sum down my name I was trying to get them to call me When-nee However when you ask them who I am they say "Mama" When you ask them where mama is, sometimes they point out the window (for her being byebye) and sometimes they point at me. . . hahaha
As cute as it is that someone is calling me mama, I don't think that I would want Christopher calling someone else mama so I'm trying to get them to say something else.

Pumpkin Patch

Yesterday we went to the pumpkin patch! It was a lot of fun, and we have decided we are going to go again just because we weren't able to do everything we wanted. We went through a hay maze, (which is not for people who dread small tight spaces) we fed the animals, we picked out pumpkins, and we took lots of pictures! I'll work on uploading some.
We are going to go again Monday afternoon. We want to be able to do the hay ride. I know that Christopher will really enjoy that.

Right now I am working on getting Christopher to sleep through the night. He is done breast feeding now. Which is nice because I was really starting to get sore. I'm looking forward to having my body back to myself for a while. Last night was the first night that I didn't let him drink during the night. It was NOT a restful night. I'm hoping that within the next 2 weeks he starts to sleep through the night. I go in when he is upset give him a kiss on the head if I can reach him (I don't pick him up) lay him back down, pat his back and leave. It's just to let him know that I am there, but that he needs to go back to sleep on his own. Unfortunately I can not continue to rock him back to sleep, nurse him back to sleep, or let him sleep with me.
We are going to push this one step forward. No more taking naps with mama. Which is really sad because I LOVE napping with him! But otherwise no one is ever going to be able to watch him if I don't do something about this now. It was fine when he was just an infant, but now that he is progressing into becoming a toddler, I'm going to need my own freedom, and so is he.

I'm not having a good day today. I feel that I really need a friend to talk to, but the ones that I do have, this is something that I'm not very comfortable talking to. I feel like the ones that I have would judge me, or would give me bad advice, or it would change my relationship with that friend. I don't want to tell someone what is going on right now to hear "Oh, I'm sorry." I don't know what I want them to say though. . . I want a friend who's exactly like me, so that I know I can believe in their advice, because its what I would do. However I don't know what to do right now, so I guess it is best to confide in someone else.
This is the most that I feel like talking about the subject. Maybe if you don't know all of the details you can have a more open opinion on what I should do. (I said maybe. . . ?)
There is a thought that is going around in my head, and I can't get it out. (No it's not that I'm going to hurt myself or someone else) This thought is scaring me. If it happens I'll be incredibly hurt, and my family will be torn apart. I've cried over the thought, and I just can't seem to shake it out of my head. It's haunting my dreams. It's what I imagine, every word that is spoken to me reminds me of it. I don't know who I can talk to about it. I'm frustrated and unfocused. I can't think of anything else right now. Just the thought of it has ruined a few of the last days for me. If it continues on, because it is getting worse, I am scared what will happen.

Sippy Cup Diaries

Christopher has turned 1 year old. I'm so proud of my little boy. He is growing up! He walks around, and babbles words. The other day he said "puppy". He can also say "yeah, no, mama, and dada" It's awesome watching his vocabulary slowly expand.
I have been working again, doing daycare for my neighbor and good friend Amanda. I watch her twins while she is at work. It's a lot of fun! (most days) hahaha I have a lot of fun playing with them. Asking them where things are and helping them learn new words! I was thinking about it, and I am watching 3 one year olds. Wow! They will turn 2 in December. I'm excited for that.
I'm also excited for Thanksgiving. We have decided to spend it together (Amanda's family, and my family). It should be a nice get together, with lots of fun stories being passed around, and kids playing in the background.
Last night I put up Halloween lights on my porch and down the railing, I like the way that it looks. :) I'm more excited though to decorate for Christmas. I'm not sure if we are going to be able to get a Christmas tree though, we don't really have the room in our apartment, we need to find a place to set our big chair, and ottoman, and then it can go there.
Well the twins are doing good, and so is Christopher, I'm glad that the 3 of them have each other. Even though they don't always get along, I know its helpful to Christophers development.

Mostly about my mother

I don't think that this particular entry is going to have special significance compared to the others that I've written. Just a way for me to get my thoughts down and let it all out.
At night I like to relax by playing the piano. The days are usually long and hard with Christopher. I'm amazed at how he can completely destroy the house, and he does it so quickly! I just finished cleaning up the kitchen, so now I feel good that at least one room in the apartment is clean. Tomorrow I hope to work on the living room, and maintain the cleanliness of the kitchen. Hopefully by the Friday I want to have all rooms of the apartment cleaned and orderly. My dad is coming up, which I'm happy about, my mom isn't, which is a disappointment, but nothing new unfortunately. She has been consitant with one thing, disappointing people, and lying. It's very frustrating. I'm finding it harder as I get older to continue to have a healthy relationship with her. She's bi-polar. She's very impulsive, and extremely depressed. She lies a lot, and on a few occasions has purposely hurt me as a way to get closer to my brother. I'll explain more on that later if I feel like it. Those who are close to me know the story, in fact most of them were there. I'm just not sure what to do with her anymore. When I talk with her on the phone I get really sick of listening to her excuses for EVERYTHING! I have told her once in my life how I felt and it went exactly how I thought it was going to go. She overreacted, said that I didn't love her, and completely blew up.
I am certain that if I told her to quit making up excuses and be responsible for her actions, that I'm sick of hearing her complain about everything, and turn everything into drama that she would refuse to talk to me anymore. I talk with her daily because I love her, and I'm very worried about her. She wasn't the type of mother that I needed when I grew up. Yes she was there for me, and I did grow up to be a great woman (I think :) ) however, she did a terrible job at setting a good example.
She smoked like a chimney, she did speed for half of my life (and according to my sister, denied but continued use for the other half) she smoked pot everyday until the day that I had my son. She refused to quit because it "helped her". Whatever. I told her that in order to see her grandson she needed to be clean, and to my knowledge she is, but unfortunately I have no proof, I am just going off of her word. We know how trust worthy she is. . .
You know I don't really consider myself to have a messed up life, but when I sit down and think of all of the things that have happened to me I'm amazed at how I turned out to be the person that I am now. I'm giving myself the credit though. I've never wanted to do drugs and never given into the the peer pressure when I could have. It wasn't good parenting that was instilled into my brain saying that you should say no to drugs, I guess it was because I didn't want the type of lifestyle that my mother had. I knew that I wanted to be a better person than that, I think I am.

Small Heart Attack

In the last month we have been to the E.R. 4 times for Christopher. The little booger is trying to give me a heart attack!
1st time: Ate peanut butter, had to apply his epi-pen and take him in for an allergic reaction.
2nd time: Got really sick, trouble breathing.
3rd time: X-rays from 2nd time weren't good looking and needed to do a check up.
4th time: TODAY!! Jumps into the bath tub while I am in in, gets stuck head down in the water for about 10 seconds, bring him up and he isn't breathing for 10 seconds.
Now I know that 10 seconds isn't that long, its quite possible to hold your breath for 20 seconds total, but he wasn't trying to hold his breath. Not breathing for 10 seconds when you bring him up because he's inhaled a lot of water is REALLY FREAKING SCARY!!
Well he checked out fine at the E.R. just need to keep an eye on him, watch his temperature and make sure he doesn't start coughing because he could develop pneumonia from the water in his lungs. Unfortunately they are unable to see just plain water in lungs unless it starts to cause an infection. Well I'm positive he inhaled water, but it is just going to have to work its way out on its own. Hopefully with the help of his inhaler we can keep his throat and lungs open enough that no infection starts. Hahaha The only problem is that he screams when I give him his inhaler. No it doesn't hurt him, he just really doesn't like it. I don't blame him either, I took a puff on it, and it tastes disgusting!

I ordered Christopher's cake today for his birthday. Tomorrow I am hoping to go shopping with Davey and pick him up a few decorations, and presents. Nothing too extreme, just a few things, after all I have to save something for Christmas!
I'm really excited about him turning 1 year old. He is only 6 days away from it! Less than a week Yay! Unfortunately it doesn't look like my mom is going to be coming, but there is a possibility that my dad is, so that will be nice to have some family around. I have also invited a few people from the church, (friends of ours) to come over and celebrate with us by having dinner. We are eating over at my best friend Amanda's home. Her place is A: a LOT cleaner than ours is and B: has a lot more room. So it's really nice that she's doing it. (I think she just really wanted to make sure that she was invited. Hahaha Just kidding)

Never again

I am going to try my hardest to never again wait so long without doing laundry. It makes it feel like it will never end! As soon as one load is done in the washer, pop it over to the dryer, start another in the washer, look down and the basket still has clothes in it! I never even considered that I personally had a lot of clothes, or that Davey did, or Christopher really for that matter, but we all do! The piles become very large when you are folding them. Christopher gets his own basket of clothes for goodness sakes that I get to put away in his room. Davey and I each have our own dresser, and Davey even has his closet for the over flow of clothes that don't fit in the dresser. I have a huge 50 gallon tote filled with maternity clothes and SWEATERS! Man do I have a lot of sweaters, and they take up a lot of room! There isn't many places in the apartment for us to store stuff. I think its time that I go through my clothes and decide what is going to go to Goodwill, or if it is in just bad shape it can go straight to the trash. That should free up a lot of space. Unfortunately it makes it hard to get rid of clothes when you don't know where you are going to go in the future. We don't know where we are moving after we move back to Minnesota and Davey gets his first call. If it is someplace cold, I'm going to need all of those bulky sweaters, if it is someplace warm, I can toss most of them, and keep just a few for the chilly days where I'm at, and the visiting back East.
I can't wait to know where we are finally going to be. Davey is really hoping to come back here, to the synod that he is currently working in. He's hoping to get in good with the bishop so that he requests that Davey comes back out here. Then it will just be a matter of finding an open church (not hard to find, thank goodness!) interviewing there, and seeing where it is that God wants us to be.
I'm hoping it will be near Atascadero, where we are currently living. Davey and I both love this area. It's got the nice "small town" feel, and it also has a nice "city" feel. It is working on expanding, they are planning to put in a movie theatre, which will be nice. I love going to the movies, and possibly a Wal-Mart.
There are a lot of people that are against Wal-Mart going up, especially in places that aren't a big city just because it drives small businesses out of business because they can not compete with the prices. I personally shop at Wal-Mart, but can understand the economic problems that it poses on small communities. If you don't work at Wal-Mart it becomes hard to find a job. Not to mention that they don't offer all full time employees benefits. Wal-Mart is great for families on a tight budget. With the living costs constantly on the upward spiral, and no sign of minimum wage being raised (which adds a nice boost again in living costs) it's hard not to shop for the cheaper merchandise. However Wal-Mart supports a lot of waste. It is filling up our landfills even more, just like Ikea is. They make cheap furniture that doesn't last, and what happens to it? Well it's not suitable to use for any other purpose so it goes to the dump. No big deal though because you didn't pay that much for it in the first place. So I guess it's best to try and buy something 2nd hand, preventing it from filling up a landfill, or when purchasing, make sure that you pay for what you get. Go ahead and spend more on the nicer things, because they are going to last you a lot longer. A couch that you buy at walmart for $99.00, you are lucky to make it through the year with, however one that you spend upward of $600 - $1,000 for is going to last you 20 years. So in the long run it is saving you money. :)
I'm amazed at how this entry started with laundry.

One of those days

Well today has been tough for me. I'm physically worn out, and emotionally ready to just quit and start over. I feel so over my head, frustrated, aggrivated, and annoyed with my life, and the worst feeling of all, trapped.
I have no where to run to, no ONE to run to, and no one I really feel that comfortable talking with about everything.
I want to just run away from all of my problems, pack Christopher up and him and I just start a new life together. Just him and I. No one else. No friends to hurt us, no other parent to argue with, just a fresh clean start.
However I've been told that that would be a lot more work than fixing the current situation that I am in right now. Doesn't seem like it to me though.
I have my good moments about being back in California, and my bad moments. As a wife, I feel like I've given it my all and it was completely wasted, as a mother, I feel like I need a little break but it will never happen, and as a person I want a friend.
Argh!!

Optimistic? New Approach

Well for those of you that don't know, a long while ago (Feb 06) I was diagnosed with depression. Ever since I've been on medicine to control my mood. Unfortunately when I don't take my pills for 2 weeks I tend to become depressed. . . (hahaha weird how that happens isn't it?) Well I don't like how I am without my medicine. I'm unhappy, I get stressed out easily, and I don't enjoy my life. I remember the summer that I was taking my medicine. I was a really pleasant person to be around. I was funny, well at least I thought that I was funny, I laughed a lot and I really enjoyed myself. I was outgoing, and now I'm not. So I'm going to try and get back onto my pills. It is going to be hard for the first two weeks because you don't really see any improvement, and with a bad mood it's really easy to stop. I've started and stopped a lot, and there are side effects for about a month (sometimes only 2 weeks) that don't make me feel good. Like being nauseated, which also give me a reason to stop.
So with the help of my friends, I am hoping to improve my life. I enjoy being a mother to Christopher, so much that I want to have another baby. I love the love that I feel for him. His hugs are the best thing in the world to me. I love that he cries when I walk out of the room, because he just wants to be near me. I love that he laughs as he walks back and forth through our apartment, I love that he is mischievious and puts things in the dogs water dish. I can't really imagine loving him any more, but I can love life more. So that's what I'm going to do. For me, for him, for my husband, for my friends, for my family, and most importantly for God.
I've been very disconnected from God for quite a while. I haven't really praised him since Christopher was born. I haven't felt his presence in my life much, and I think that is why I have such a hard time with Davey devoting his life, and career to become a pastor. I'm not as close to God as I wish I was.
I push back and fight at the thought of growing closer to him. It just doesn't seem real to me. I don't want to become a Bible Thumper, tapping on the good book every time something happens. Someone died, go to God; someone was born, go to God; I've had a fight with a friend, go to God. I like to think of myself as independent, that I don't need that much support in my life. I realize that I do need the help, but why is it that I would rather get it from a friend, or family member worrying about if I am bothering them with my problems, than to go to the one who is ALWAYS there for me, that doesn't hurt me, that loves me unconditionally? I don't think that it's because he deals with a lot of other people's problems. That's just who he is. He's capable of doing that, it's a foolish answer that we only use to give some sort of reason, but really we know that it's not the reason. I'm not sure what the reason is. . .

New Start

Today was an interesting day, it definitely had it's frustrating moments.
I begun the day with a new routine! Of this I am excited about. I have begun to watch my friend's twins. Ashley and Aiden, who are very close to turning 2 years old. It is part time, and about 3 days a week for a few hours. I'm very excited about this, and am happy that I am able to bring in some disposable income for my family so that my friends, husband, son and I can have some fun exploring Central California!
After coming home I fed Christopher lunch, then he fell asleep drinking his bottle and I put him in his crib. It only lasted 10 minutes before he was freaking out crying. He was literally shaking, and had a look of terror on his face. I don't know what happened, but he's never done that before when I've put him down to go to sleep. I picked him up and it took a minute before he calmed down, but when he did he was up. . . I waited for a while and put him back to bed when Pastor Carl arrived to watch football. I'm not sure how long he slept because I forgot to turn on the baby monitor. I went in there to check on him, he was awake, face beat red from crying, tears soaking his cheeks, and look like he was hysterical. That made me feel terrible. I brought him out and after an hour of a fussy boy, a quick sugary snack brought him back to the laughing baby walking all over the apartment holding toys. It was hilarious, now that he can walk, he walks from one end of the apartment and back, again and again. That to him is the funnest game. He's in bed now sleeping in his crib, not crying, and I don't think that anything really happened in the crib, maybe he just let out one more VERY STRONG attempt to not sleep in the crib. Unfortunately I can't give in like that, I'll just hope that he never does that again.
It's off to bed for me, I'm exhausted and I need to wake up early tomorrow morning to watch the twins again! YAY!!! (No seriously, I'm actually excited.)

New trouble

Well Christopher has oficially begun to walk. Yay!! Yes I know, "now I'm in trouble!" Egh! Whatever, I was in trouble when I got pregnant. Hahaha. Our apartmet for the most part is now childproofed so there is not much that he can get into that isn't safe. His favorite thing to get into trouble with though is the fridge, and the television. Everytime he hears the fridge door open he comes as FAST as his little legs can carry him and goes into the fridge, pulling out everything he can manage that is on the bottom shelf. Sometimes stopping so that he can taste it.
We have a cable box, and he loves to push the buttons on that while we are watching TV, and turn on the PlayStation. Little goober! He likes the remotes, and I thin that he has put two and two together, figuring out that when he pushes buttons on the remote the tv responds. He points the remote at the television, will push a button and then look up at the tv as if to say "Did that do it?"
I am really happy that we have moved out to California. I have met a wonderful friend, she has wonderful kids that I just absolutely love! She has really been great with us, and helped us ou a lot with laundry, and getting to know the town that we are living in.