I'm awake earlier than I usually am, and I
don't like it. I'm doing it tired.
Alyvia has a doctor's appointment at 10:30
and I can't wait! I want to know how much
she weighs! When we started feeding her
solids her weight went from little to
! You can't really
see it, but you
feel it when you're holding
her. She has to be at least 15 pounds.
I hate shots, though. I hate them more
than she does. I hate hearing her panicky
cries - it's like she's scared, hurting,
and sad all in one. It breaks my heart.
I cried last time we went. I think I
might cry this time too.
If she's feeling okay after the shots,
we're stopping at the store to pick up
some ingredients. I want to bake some
cookies! I was thumbing through a
cookbook last night and felt ambitious.
Yaaaay!
and lastly: .Aaron got on his dumb game
last night after dinner and stuck me with
the baby, as usual. I told him I wanted
to get the dishes clean before we went to
bed because I can't stand leaving dirty
dishes overnight - the kitchen smells like
death the next day. But when did he offer
to take her? 10 pm! what! I didn't come
to bed until 10:30 because I was doing the
doing it dishes. Like I want to do the
dishes at 10 pm!
oh, and
then he wonders why I came to bed pissed.
he's not getting any damn cookies today.
damn,if my hubby
ever does that,i swear i'll kill him!
