slowly but surely...
things are anything but returning to normal around here.
oh wait, chaos IS normal... i momentarily forgot! ;)
willie's a little bit better, thank god. we had like, a million people in our house. a bunch of them were kids... and they ate all our food and tore up a bunch of stuff. we're still trying to clean up. i have a lot more respect for dylan (our nephew) after seeing all the other little monsters. willie pointed it out to me, actually.
the funeral was really nice (although slapped together). and miles did better than i expected. dad helped immensely. (i didn't really break down and cry until miles tried to jump out of willie's arms into mark's casket. he was like 'hey, papaw's asleep! he's missing everybody and all the fun! hold on, i get in there and wake him up!' it was gutwrenching.)
honestly... miles has figured out what's up. when we went back out to their house for the first time, everyone was obviously upset and somehow, it clicked in miles' little brain that there was someone missing. he started freaking out. willie doesn't believe me, but i really think that miles was thinking 'oh, papaw's the one who's not here... oh no! we left him in that box! we've gotta go get him!'...
i know that sounds crazy, but miles is frightening smart. and that's exactly how he was acting. like we'd forgotten someone...
anywho... brenda left to get jason and bring him home from florida this morning. he's only been back down there for two days. but i guess when he realized he was alone, he started having panic attacks. (personally, i think he's just that worried about his mom... he felt really guilty going back at all) so now, he's moving home. just like that.
we're going to get becky and dylan tonight so that they can stay with matthew while she's gone.
and next week, i'm going down to memphis to work for a couple of days. damn, its gonna be a long week. monday - take willie to work, pick him up at 1, bring him and miles home, then go to work, work til 8, then go to memphis. tuesday - work twelve hours, then go out to my grandparents. wednesday - work twelve hours, then go pick up miles, go pick up willie, then come home. thursday - work eight hours. and we might go camping that weekend, havn't decided yet. dad's gonna take miles to the zoo one of those days... wish i could see that...
my dad spoils my baby so very much. and its not in a destructive way, so... its cute.
honestly, i guess he spoils all of us, really. he took us all (me, willie, miles, jake, matthew, and brenda) out to eat on sunday... it was classic.
sigh... guess i'd better get off here now. got stuff to clean! :) love you all.
oh wait, chaos IS normal... i momentarily forgot! ;)
willie's a little bit better, thank god. we had like, a million people in our house. a bunch of them were kids... and they ate all our food and tore up a bunch of stuff. we're still trying to clean up. i have a lot more respect for dylan (our nephew) after seeing all the other little monsters. willie pointed it out to me, actually.
the funeral was really nice (although slapped together). and miles did better than i expected. dad helped immensely. (i didn't really break down and cry until miles tried to jump out of willie's arms into mark's casket. he was like 'hey, papaw's asleep! he's missing everybody and all the fun! hold on, i get in there and wake him up!' it was gutwrenching.)
honestly... miles has figured out what's up. when we went back out to their house for the first time, everyone was obviously upset and somehow, it clicked in miles' little brain that there was someone missing. he started freaking out. willie doesn't believe me, but i really think that miles was thinking 'oh, papaw's the one who's not here... oh no! we left him in that box! we've gotta go get him!'...
i know that sounds crazy, but miles is frightening smart. and that's exactly how he was acting. like we'd forgotten someone...
anywho... brenda left to get jason and bring him home from florida this morning. he's only been back down there for two days. but i guess when he realized he was alone, he started having panic attacks. (personally, i think he's just that worried about his mom... he felt really guilty going back at all) so now, he's moving home. just like that.
we're going to get becky and dylan tonight so that they can stay with matthew while she's gone.
and next week, i'm going down to memphis to work for a couple of days. damn, its gonna be a long week. monday - take willie to work, pick him up at 1, bring him and miles home, then go to work, work til 8, then go to memphis. tuesday - work twelve hours, then go out to my grandparents. wednesday - work twelve hours, then go pick up miles, go pick up willie, then come home. thursday - work eight hours. and we might go camping that weekend, havn't decided yet. dad's gonna take miles to the zoo one of those days... wish i could see that...
my dad spoils my baby so very much. and its not in a destructive way, so... its cute.
honestly, i guess he spoils all of us, really. he took us all (me, willie, miles, jake, matthew, and brenda) out to eat on sunday... it was classic.
sigh... guess i'd better get off here now. got stuff to clean! :) love you all.