New Playlist

So, I have am one of those annoying bloggers that forces you to either mute your computer, or listen to some of my favorite songs as you read my blog. Well, now you have a new selection of songs to listen to. They have a common theme. You might find some of them too hard or something, so go ahead and mute your computer.
Each of the songs resonates with me right now. Some it's just the chorus, others it's most of the song, sans a few lines.
The song by Fergie, Big Girls Don't Cry, I always thought the lyrics went, "I'm not going to miss you like a child misses their blanket." But I guess the not isn't actually there. I'm gonna pretend it is, because I prefer it that way.
I also really wanted to add My Happy Ending, by Avril Lavigne, but the non-radio version has a yucky swear that I won't expose you all to.

Oh, and if you have a good song suggestion to add to my list, (the angrier the better) leave me a comment!

Stats

Several weeks ago I scheduled a doctor's appointment for Morgan and Lydia. When I made the appointment, I had no idea it would coincide with moving day. Oh well, we went anyway.

At two weeks old, Lydie was in the 45th percentile for weight. At two months old she weighed 11 lbs and 3 ounces, putting her around the 75th percentile. She is about 80th for length. I think they said her head was in the 90th percentile.

Morgan is 75th for weight and 95th for height.

I also learned that Lydia's outie is from a herniated belly button. It should go away on its own by age 2.

Both kids got some vaccines. Morgan didn't remember the last time he got them, so even though I tried to prepare him for what shots were, without scaring him, he had no idea what was coming. I held/restrained his hands while the nurse stuck him.

The first one, wide eyes and "OWWW!" The second brought the tears, and by the third, it became difficult to hold his hands. Poor boy. I hate seeing him get hurt. He cheered up pretty quick though, and watched with interest as his baby sister got the same cruel treatment.

That night we moved. My parents and brother came down from Idaho to help me load up the truck. They arrived fairly late though, and it wasn't until after 11:30 that we even finished. Morgan had been helping a lot and getting in the way a lot. Then I noticed he started to limp. The limp gradually became more pronounced, though he didn't complain. Eventually we convinced him to sit with Grandma and Lydia on the couch under some blankets, (It was cold outside!) He said he was done walking and expected to be carried to the car. Any weight on the leg afterward caused him to cry because it hurt him so bad.

When it was finally time to leave, we got him in the car, where his teeth chattered with cold. Right after buckling him in, he threw up. A lot. It was foul. So, it was back inside to change and get cleaned up.

Can we say bad timing? Word to the wise, don't immunize your kids on a busy moving day! So, with the car smelling like throw up, we started our journey. Morgan soon went to sleep, and when we arrived at my Aunt and Uncle's house 1 1/2 hours later, he was completely out of it. Didn't wake up until 10:00 the next morning. Oh, and he was pretty much completely better.

Saturday we drove up to Idaho. So now I'm living with my parents again. My life isn't exactly how I pictured it would be as a 26 year old. I guess you just gotta roll with the punches. And the kicks, and the back-stabs, and heart grindings.

But I am glad to have a good, supportive, family. That makes things much better. Thanks, family.

The Halloween post

On Friday we finally got a pumpkin for Morgan to paint. He did it all by himself. A nice happy face, then a lot of colorful stuff around the whole head. Morgan likes his pumpkin a lot.




Morgan was excited all day Halloween. Actually, it was the Saturday before Halloween, which is when it was celebrated here. Good. When it was finally time to get his costume on, Morgan was psyched. Unfortunately, it was right after dinner, so Morgan has ketchup all over his face. Did I not see that when I was taking the pictures??

Morgan is Superman, but to make him muscley, we put a different costume on first. I think it's from Fantastic Four.
Then came the Superman outfit.
But I realized that the costume didn't have the red underwear over the top. That's okay, Morgan has a nice pair of red underpants. They did the trick.
Then it was time to change his hair and eyebrows. Oh, and finally clean up the ketchup.


I stayed home with my lovely Lydia.
At 6:30, Trick-or-Treating started. Literally. That was the time outlined by the post. 6:30-8:00
In just an hour and a half, Morgan got a ton of candy. I know, I counted. (I guess it's a tradition that I just can't let go of, even though I'm not the one getting the candy.) He got 179 pieces of candy. We've eaten a lot of those already. :)