The glorious life of a Baby Mama.
Well, I am not at work today because apparently there was a shooting right outside my babysitter's front door. No one injured, just five shots fired. It was her upstairs neighbors at the apartment complex. Scary! She left immediately and is living with her father while she and her husband look for their own home. She's going to keep watching Kyan, but she went back to her apartment today to get her things, and obviously I don't want my baby going there after that. Crazy, it seemed like a nice area.
The other night Kyan had awful bouts of vomiting all night. Every time, it would come bubbling out of his mouth in heaps. It was so sad, we changed the bedding at least five times. After the second time he puked, we pulled out a camping mat so I could lay down with him. At the time, we were doing Josh's birthday thing, and had a few friends over. Everyone was out back drinking, but luckily I had only had two drinks when the sickness started. I laid down with him and told Kevin he could return to the get-together, my only requests were: 1) Don't get too drunk, because I had a feeling Kyan was going to have a few more rounds of getting sick and I wanted him capable of helping, and 2) do not leave the house for any reason. The second seemed extremely obvious to me, but sometimes you really have to be specific. Kyan puked a few more times, and every time Kevin came in to help me clean things up, I would ask him how much he'd had to drink, which was always something like "almost one beer, I'm not getting drunk." Finally a stretch of time came when there was no puking. I had not been able to fall asleep the whole time, so I decided to sneak out of the room for a little breather (the whole room wreaked of bile). To my surprise, the only people home were Kevin's parents! I called Kevin, who told me he had "just run out for something to eat." However, his dad told me that Kevin was drunk and had left with Stewart, and that he assumed they were going to Vanessa's because everyone had been attempting to talk him into going. I was livid. Firstly, how disrespectful of our friends. They all knew Kyan was sick, and despite Kevin saying he couldn't go, they kept egging him. Secondly, how dare he fucking leave. He didn't even tell anyone where he was going, or that he was even leaving! What if the reason I had emerged from the bedroom was because Kyan was sick yet again? I can't remember the last time I was that disappointed and angry. There was definitely a fierce argument when he came home.
On a happier note, WE GOT THE HOUSE I WROTE ABOUT! The one with the wet bar and all the walk-in closets and the perfect yards. We're planning on moving in this weekend. I am so excited! When Kevin told me he had gotten the call saying we were accepted, I seriously started jumping up and down and squealing like a school girl. Now everything is perfect, except for my job situation. Must find a new job. Immediately. Besides the fact that I seriously despise my job, I just don't get enough hours to survive. I really don't. Right now it only pays for my babysitter and gas for my car, and they just cut my hours back even further. Infuriating.
Anyway, Kyan is demanding to go on a walk. That's his new "thing." He went on two walks yesterday, and a trip to the park. Today we went to a different park and went on a pretty long walk on of the trails. The weather was so nice. That was just an hour ago, and already he is insisting we take a tour of the neighborhood.
OH, but before I wrap this up: Kyan started sleeping in a toddler bed as of last night. I finally felt like he was ready, because he's gotten so good about bedtime. He did so well! He brushed his teeth and then got into bed by himself, and told me goodnight. At first he pointed out that part of his crib was missing, but he got over it rather quickly. I no problems with him not going to bed or not staying in bed, nor did he roll out or have any sort of accident, and I did not wake up this morning to find him wandering the house. I heard him wake up and knock politely on his door and say, "MOMMY?" I opened his door and there he stood inside his room, seemingly very excited about how he was able to get in and out of his bed on his own accord. He's been developing so quickly since we came to Texas. I swear his vocabulary and just general development has doubled since we came here. We're going to restart potty training once we get into our house. WHERE DID MY BABY GO? Jeez.
The other night Kyan had awful bouts of vomiting all night. Every time, it would come bubbling out of his mouth in heaps. It was so sad, we changed the bedding at least five times. After the second time he puked, we pulled out a camping mat so I could lay down with him. At the time, we were doing Josh's birthday thing, and had a few friends over. Everyone was out back drinking, but luckily I had only had two drinks when the sickness started. I laid down with him and told Kevin he could return to the get-together, my only requests were: 1) Don't get too drunk, because I had a feeling Kyan was going to have a few more rounds of getting sick and I wanted him capable of helping, and 2) do not leave the house for any reason. The second seemed extremely obvious to me, but sometimes you really have to be specific. Kyan puked a few more times, and every time Kevin came in to help me clean things up, I would ask him how much he'd had to drink, which was always something like "almost one beer, I'm not getting drunk." Finally a stretch of time came when there was no puking. I had not been able to fall asleep the whole time, so I decided to sneak out of the room for a little breather (the whole room wreaked of bile). To my surprise, the only people home were Kevin's parents! I called Kevin, who told me he had "just run out for something to eat." However, his dad told me that Kevin was drunk and had left with Stewart, and that he assumed they were going to Vanessa's because everyone had been attempting to talk him into going. I was livid. Firstly, how disrespectful of our friends. They all knew Kyan was sick, and despite Kevin saying he couldn't go, they kept egging him. Secondly, how dare he fucking leave. He didn't even tell anyone where he was going, or that he was even leaving! What if the reason I had emerged from the bedroom was because Kyan was sick yet again? I can't remember the last time I was that disappointed and angry. There was definitely a fierce argument when he came home.
On a happier note, WE GOT THE HOUSE I WROTE ABOUT! The one with the wet bar and all the walk-in closets and the perfect yards. We're planning on moving in this weekend. I am so excited! When Kevin told me he had gotten the call saying we were accepted, I seriously started jumping up and down and squealing like a school girl. Now everything is perfect, except for my job situation. Must find a new job. Immediately. Besides the fact that I seriously despise my job, I just don't get enough hours to survive. I really don't. Right now it only pays for my babysitter and gas for my car, and they just cut my hours back even further. Infuriating.
Anyway, Kyan is demanding to go on a walk. That's his new "thing." He went on two walks yesterday, and a trip to the park. Today we went to a different park and went on a pretty long walk on of the trails. The weather was so nice. That was just an hour ago, and already he is insisting we take a tour of the neighborhood.
OH, but before I wrap this up: Kyan started sleeping in a toddler bed as of last night. I finally felt like he was ready, because he's gotten so good about bedtime. He did so well! He brushed his teeth and then got into bed by himself, and told me goodnight. At first he pointed out that part of his crib was missing, but he got over it rather quickly. I no problems with him not going to bed or not staying in bed, nor did he roll out or have any sort of accident, and I did not wake up this morning to find him wandering the house. I heard him wake up and knock politely on his door and say, "MOMMY?" I opened his door and there he stood inside his room, seemingly very excited about how he was able to get in and out of his bed on his own accord. He's been developing so quickly since we came to Texas. I swear his vocabulary and just general development has doubled since we came here. We're going to restart potty training once we get into our house. WHERE DID MY BABY GO? Jeez.