I Hate Flies!
Okay, so it's like freakin' beautiful outside. And I want to go in. I'm sitting in a closed up garage so that I don't get eaten to death by mosquitos and I still want to go it. Why? Because of the stupid fucking flies. They are EVERY where. I sucked on up out of a straw in my tight lidded drink the other day at work. I could still gag just thinking about it. And they are going for the eyes, ears and mouth lately. I don't know what the hell is up with them.
I think I'm going to start on those blankets tonight. I just woke up about 40 minutes ago from a two..or three, not sure, hour nap. I was getting a headache again, and people are starting to get sickly, and money...is ewww, and I don't don't don't want to get sick. So as soon as I started to feel headachey I decided to lay down. Ahhh, nice nap.
Woke up to food, what a wonderful way to wake up. The baby, Xavier (no longer a baby, but acts like a one year old) refused to eat. Of course Todd's mom, the kids great grandmother, thinks it's a good idea to feed him. Not let himself eat. We told her not too, that he's 3 freakin' years old and can work a spoon. He just didn't want to quit playing and sit down and eat. I sat him down and made him put his butt against the back of the chair and sit up. I'm realizing more and more how much like my Daddy Chris I am. No elbows on the table, no putting her head against the edge of the table **Just killed one fly...million more to go**. Stuff like that. Finally I was halfway done with my meal and moved to sit right next to Xavier. He knew the hammer was coming down. I grabbed the spoon, told him to open his mouth. After some fighting he did, ate the first bite. Then I put the spoon in the bowl and told him to do it himself. After the second bite he looked at me and said "mmmmmmm" I wanted to scream. But I didn't, I just said, yes, Mmmmmmm. Anyway, he finished most of the bowl. In there somewhere we switched to a smaller spoon, when we did that Todd's mom tried feeding him again. Even though the kid was eating fine on his own.
I think Xavier has some major developmental issues. But then, when I see people doing simple stuff like that for him, I wonder if he weren't just left alone, to learn on his own if he wouldn't be able to catch up. But someone's got to let that happen. I'm not even his aunt. I'd be his step great aunt, if Todd married me. But I love the boy so much. He's not a bad kid, you just have to be firm with him.
I think I'm going to start on those blankets tonight. I just woke up about 40 minutes ago from a two..or three, not sure, hour nap. I was getting a headache again, and people are starting to get sickly, and money...is ewww, and I don't don't don't want to get sick. So as soon as I started to feel headachey I decided to lay down. Ahhh, nice nap.
Woke up to food, what a wonderful way to wake up. The baby, Xavier (no longer a baby, but acts like a one year old) refused to eat. Of course Todd's mom, the kids great grandmother, thinks it's a good idea to feed him. Not let himself eat. We told her not too, that he's 3 freakin' years old and can work a spoon. He just didn't want to quit playing and sit down and eat. I sat him down and made him put his butt against the back of the chair and sit up. I'm realizing more and more how much like my Daddy Chris I am. No elbows on the table, no putting her head against the edge of the table **Just killed one fly...million more to go**. Stuff like that. Finally I was halfway done with my meal and moved to sit right next to Xavier. He knew the hammer was coming down. I grabbed the spoon, told him to open his mouth. After some fighting he did, ate the first bite. Then I put the spoon in the bowl and told him to do it himself. After the second bite he looked at me and said "mmmmmmm" I wanted to scream. But I didn't, I just said, yes, Mmmmmmm. Anyway, he finished most of the bowl. In there somewhere we switched to a smaller spoon, when we did that Todd's mom tried feeding him again. Even though the kid was eating fine on his own.
I think Xavier has some major developmental issues. But then, when I see people doing simple stuff like that for him, I wonder if he weren't just left alone, to learn on his own if he wouldn't be able to catch up. But someone's got to let that happen. I'm not even his aunt. I'd be his step great aunt, if Todd married me. But I love the boy so much. He's not a bad kid, you just have to be firm with him.