School

You know, for all the time and trouble I spent getting into nursing school and all the money we are spending for me to be in nursing school, I sure am not very motivated. Maybe that is because I am burnt out, or maybe it's because my mom is coming to visit in a week and a day and I just can't seem to focus. Of course, it could be because studying is boring. I have always had a difficult time motivating myself, and if finals didn't start Monday, I would probably procrastinate some more. I am stressed out and not dealing with it well.

To top it all off I had to take Will to get his 1 year shots and he has not felt well. He got a flu shot, his MMR, the chicken pox vaccine, and Hib vaccine, which is a vaccine for a type of bacterial flu. I know I wouldn't feel good after that. Will runs around whining and pulling my homework down. It drives me crazy, but I can't be mad because he is just a baby and doesn't understand he can't play with my homework and he doesn't understand why he doesn't feel good. I love him.

Don't mess up in Nursing

At school a couple of weeks ago they put The Missouri State Board of Nursing Newsletter in our boxes. I found it in my church bag today and was looking at it. You know, if you do something stupid and get caught at a normal job you get written up, suspended, or fired. As a nurse, you get all of those things and you are reported to the State Board of Nursing. They publish every offense that was comitted in the last four months (it's a quarterly newsletter) with your name, the city you live in, a detailed description of the "crime", and if you were suspended, reprimanded, or had your license taken away. Be assured that I will NEVER get my name in this paper. It's a strong deterrant.

Family History Calling

I actually have three callings in the church (if you count visiting teaching). I'm not very good at any of them, but my family history calling requires me to teach sunday school each week, so i'm forced to work on my calling. I love all of my callings and I just haven't found a way to prioritize yet. Anyway, I had a meeting with the Stake Family History Center Director on Tuesday and we talked about my ability to work at the family history center. I was working one night a week for two hours and that became too much. However, I like being in the fam. hx. center and want to work if I can. We worked out a deal where I can work the first Saturday of the month and I am excited about it. My shift is four hours, from 9am to 1pm. I am at the fam. hx. center now and there are only two patrons. I brought my Pharmacology homework and am getting some good work done. I really enjoy being here. The director once compared it to the temple in the type of quiet reverence here. I do think there is a sweet spirit and a quiet reverance that I am enjoying.

Will's First Birthday

Sunday 21 September 2007 William Alexander Ware turned one. We had his party at Deanna Rose Farmstead out in Kansas. It is this cool petting zoo/fun place for kids. Saturday evening Michelle came over and I made her dinner and she helped me with Will's cake.


This is the cake Saturday night. Michelle put the orange icing on it and I wrote the words and both Michelle and I decorated it. It may not be the prettiest cake, but we sure had a great time making it.



So Sunday Matt, Will, and I get to the farmstead and it is crawling with people. It was totally insane. I didn't know before but it was the last day of the pumpkin patch (which we didn't make it too). When everyone was there we lit his candle and sang and helped him blow out the candle and Matt started to cut the cake. About that time I realized that Donald and Michelle had driven by but not shown up yet. We fixed the cut in the cake, re lit the candle, and waited for them to show up. Then we sang again and cut the cake. The following is a video of Will's first few bites of cake. He was so good.




I opened Will's presents and he played. He really loved this Nemo toy and book that he got. He enjoyed the tissue paper from his gifts and also liked the cards.

He was so good. I was concerned but he had a great time. I love our wonderful son.

Our Second Anniversary

Our two year anniversary was Monday 15 October 2007. Sometimes I can't believe that we have been married for two years and sometimes it seems like we have been together forever. They always say that the first few years are the hardest, and I can understand why they say that. Our first year was less stressful than the second. We had a baby, I started nursing school, and we bought a house. We made it through our first two years. If we can make it through nursing school, we can do anything. Matt bought me flowers and took me to dinner Friday for our anniversary. I made a nice dinner on Monday. Simple celebration but perfect for us. I love my husband and am grateful to have him and to have been married for two years with an eternity to look forward to.

Somtimes Owning a House Sucks

Don't get me wrong, I am a very grateful homeowner. I would much rather have a house, even with all it's problems, than squeeze my family into a tiny apartment (which is the only size we would be able to afford). However, sometimes I wish we didn't have the problems that a house brings. Take, for example, our bathroom. It isn't an example of the best craftmanship ever, but it is fully functional and has a big shower (no tub though). All in all not to bad, except when it rains. Think about where you would prefer to have a leak in the bathroom: maybe over the sink, or in the shower, or even on the floor, where you could put a bucket to catch the leak. Well our leak is none of those places. I is right over the toilet. Yes, you think that would be ok because it just drips into the toilet - no need for a bucket or anything. However, when you have to go to the bathroom, you get dripped on. It REALLY, REALLY sucks (and since the water comes through the roof and the boards under the roof and the ceiling, it is kind of nasty by the time it drips on you). And it doesn't just drip on your head, it drips on your back. YUCK!

So, we had the brilliant idea to fix the problem ourselves. Our friend Donald, my father -in-law Dale, and I got some roofing tar and put that on the roof. Last night at 3am it began raining and it has been raining ever since (it is now 11am). It still leaks over the toilet, and it is leaking worse than it has been. Matt seems to think that if we tar around the toilet vent (who knew that toilets need vents in the roof?) that our problem will be fixed. I sure hope so because a new roof would cost over a thousand dollars and who can afford that? Not us. I'm not working and in school full time and we have a baby. We can barely afford to feed the baby (ok, it's not that bad). We surely can't afford a new roof. Hopefully the new patch will work!

My 30th Birthday

<---That is me
I turned 30 Friday 21 September 2007. My beautiful, tiny house became host to 23+ people. It was totally INSANE. My friends Jake and Suzzanne from Omaha came to visit and stayed in my living room. There were five people sleeping in my house this weekend, including Jake and Suzzanne, my sister-in-law Stacie, Matt and I and Will. It was CRAZY! However, we all managed to shower at different times and we didn't even run out of hot water.

This is Suzzanne


Here is one of my many stories from this past weekend. So, Suzzanne and Jake slept in the living room with Jake on the couch and Suzzanne on the air mattress on the floor. My air mattress has been in the basement in storage for quite a long time (at least a year). I don't know if that is the reason that we had trouble with it, or what, but it was not the best behaved air mattress ever. First, I couldn't find the pump to blow up the mattress. When I finally found the pump it had a piece missing. Matt had to rig it with a wrench socket and some duck tape. It was funny. At least the batteries were still good. So, we aired up the mattress around 11pm and by 2am Suzzanne had to reinflate the mattress because it had deflated. The best part is that she couldn't find the pump that was right next to her and she ended up blowing it up with her mouth. She had to reinflate it again about 6am, but this time she could see the pump and used that. We went Saturday morning to buy a new one at Wal-Mart. Problem solved. I even bought a new pump. This is Jake--->

Decorating

I am not an interior decorator and will never be. I have always enjoyed looking at other people decorating and I love to make fun of things that I don't think are decorated well but I am just not that great at it myself. However, I took a stab at decorating William's room this past week. Matt and I cleaned out Will's room, rearranged the furniture, and got new (to us) furniture. We got a twin bed from a woman I go to school with and we got a dresser that belongs to us but that was stored at my in-laws house, and both are in the baby's room now. The big decorating thing is that I had these Winnie-the-Pooh accent stickers my mother-in-law got for me that I put up on the walls around his room. Man, it looks so cute. I can't believe that I did it and that it turned out cute. The stickers are removable and restickable, so it took me a couple of times to get it right, but it still looks cute. Maybe i'll quit nursing school and go to design school...

The Massage

So, my hair dresser canceled on me AGAIN and I decided to get a massage instead. My hair is long enough that I am just going to go to Great Clips for the $13.00 haircut for a while and I got a massage instead. I went to the Massage Therapy Training Institute for a 55 minute massage that cost $30.00. First of all, my massage was not 55 minutes - more like 40 to 45. That does make a difference. Then the massage lady kept interupting my enjoyment by talking to me. I know that she had to talk to me to ask if things hurt, but it was really annoying. And I felt more tense after I got my massage than I did before. I think that if you are going to get massages, you need to get them more than just once every five years or so. I am sure that they are beneficial if you get them often, like a good visit to the chiropractor. The point is that I wouldn't do it again unless I had the money to go more often.

Hairspray

So I love Hairspray (the musical) and the new movie ROCKS. I have seen it three times now, the most recent was a sing along. Last night Dave, Cammie, Vanessa, Matt, and I went to the AMC 20 at Barry Road to do the sing along. We were very excited. I had a great time and sang every song as did Dave and Cammie. Vanessa sang some of the songs and Matt sang none. We had a good time, but the rest of the crowd was a bit lame. A big group of stupid teenagers sat in the front and talked but didn't pay attention to the movie. Dave finally went and complained and the manager came and told them to knock it off. They had the cell phone on and ringing too. The girls in front of us sang, but no one was loud and boisterous or clapped after any of the songs. Maybe the northland is just not a good place for a sing along.

Work

I used to think that I was kind of a nice person, especially at work. I was in such a good mood before heading to work tonight I thought it would be great. That is what I get for thinking. One of my patients decided to tell me that I was breaking her foot while I was putting her ted hose on. For anyone who doesn't know what ted hose are, they are really tight stockings that keep you from getting blood clots. My orientee put the hose on her other leg and she thanked him for being so nice. Crappy lady.

Then, I accidently tried to break a patient's arm. I know that she was really annoyed because of the look she gave me, but it wasn't my fault. She was so tense that I couldn't help it - she had to turn. Someone else got annoyed because she thought I was going to come right back and I didn't. People hate me tonight. I'm sad.

Nebraska Furniture Mart

I hate Nebraska Furniture Mart. Here is why. My mother-in-law bought us a couch from there and she thought she bought an extended warranty. We started having problems with our couch and called them to get it fixed. Come to find out we didn't have an extended warranty and they were not going to do anything about it. I got angry, so they offered to have a repair person come by. He came by, sewed up the rip in the back, tried to see why our arm wobbled, and that was it. He did nothing else. I was upset, but whatever. However, today William was crawling on the couch as usual. He got his leg stuck in a hole that is between the arm of the couch and the couch and he couldn't get his leg out.



here is the hole he got stuck in - behind that piece of wood is a hole. that is where he got stuck.




I had to tug and wiggle him around to get it out, and when his leg came out 30 seconds later, the top layer of skin on his right leg and top of the right foot came off too. The couch sucks and we knew that, but now it has hurt my son. If we had the money, we would trash it today, but we don't so I don't know what to do other than write Nebraska Furniture Mart a strongly worded letter knowing they won't do anything. I really hate that place.Here are two pictures of his foot. On the right one you can see the skin coming off.

STRESS

OK, I knew when I started nursing school it would be stressful. Me and my simple mind couldn't quite grasp how stressed out I would become, and it's only the first semester. I broke down crying at my mother-in-law's house on Tuesday, and I have started to have strange dreams. I never used to remember my dreams and all of a sudden I am dreaming of crazy stuff. Last night I was dreaming something that I can't remember but I reached out and clawed my husband. I think I was trying to keep the baby from falling, but I wont' swear to that. He woke up mad because I clawed him and it hurt.

We got our tentative schedule for the fall semester - goodbye any life that I had previously. Oh well. I keep telling myself it's only two years of my life and then it's over (if I make it that long). My goals are to pass school and to keep my family together while doing that. I have heard from so many people that they got divorced during nursing school. I don't think I could handle that. Matt, don't leave me, ok?

My first day of school

So my first day of nursing school is officially over. It was much less exciting than I had hoped. We spend three hours in the classroom and over half of the time we went over the syllabus. I know that is important, but that doesn't mean it's fun. Tomorrow promises to be better because we are watching a video that is 1 hour and then we will get to discuss it. Sounds kind of lame when it's put like that, but I am looking forward to it.

I know that nursing school is right for me because when I bought my books I opened them and thought they were neat. I am excited to learn all of the stuff that the books have to offer. You know you are in the right major when the textbooks make you all excited about learning. PLUS, since most of my credits transferred from my bachelor's degree they didn't actually count towards my GPA. Only my essential prerequisites applied to my GPA, which means that I have a 3.75 GPA. How awesome is that? Now if I can only keep that up, that would be awesome!

I'm allergic to work

I swear that I have developed an allergy to work. I came to work tonight and went to the cafeteria to get a patient some lactose free milk. I came back up with the milk and developed hives on my arm. My arm swelled up and looked all gross and it was VERY itchy. The crappy thing about working at the hospital is that someone had benadryl cream and it (after half the tube) made the rash go away. Apparently rashes aren't a good reason to go home from the hospital. Who knows why I broke out, but I maintain that I am allergic to work. :)

Hair color isn't for me

So, I decided to color my hair. I wanted to do my bangs purple but my hairdresser was going to charge $40 for that, so I decided to do my whole head by myself. I bought this awsome burgandy color and went to town. It was not my best coloring attempt ever. Matt was in the bathroom when I did this, so I did it in the bedroom mirror which doesn't have the best lighting. The baby started crying about 3/4 of the way through so I quickly finished and went to get him. He kept trying to grab my processing hair, so that was fun. Then, I was looking at it and realized that I missed some spots so I got out the comb and tried to more evenly distribute it. I did this Thursday night because I wanted it to be colored for work Friday night. I rinsed it out, went to bed, and thought no more about it. When I got up for work Friday afternoon, I was fixing my hair and realized that I had a HUGE spot that wasn't colored. It was almost half of the back of my head. I don't know how that happened, but I had to go to work with it like that. I felt like an IDIOT! I got another bottle of color on the way home from work Sat. morning and did my hair again before I went to bed. That time it took. It looked so awsome for about a week. I was looking in the mirror at work tonight and noticed that my hair is almost black, but all that cool burgandy color is gone. I don't know where it went, but my hair isn't burgandy and cool in the light anymore. This is why I don't normally color my own hair. Bad stuff happens. And it was expensive - $8.00 a bottle and I used two. I should just learn to be happy

Blogger Questionaire

My friend Kathryn posted a blog interview on her blog. I thought it was cool, so I got five questions from her and answered them below. So, if anyone wants to do a blog interview, just e-mail me and I will ask you five questions that you can post on your blog and answer.
Here ar my questions and answers. Enjoy.

1. Why do you want to be a nurse? What kind of nurse do you want to be?

At first I wanted to be a nurse because my dad said that I could make good money at it and he would let me live in his house if I went to nursing school. I was going to go to a one year program in Omaha, live with my parents, and have them help me with all my bills. Where is the downside to that? Then, when my dad's cancer came back, and we had some awsome nurses who helped us, I decided that nursing is what I want to do because I want to give back what we had been given. I think that either way, I want to be a nurse because of my dad. Go Dad! One of the best ways I am going to honor him is to become the best nurse I can.


2. What has surprised you the most about becoming a new mom? The least?

Surprisingly, this has been the hardest question to answer. I think the overwhelming amount of love that you can have for someone so small is the most surprising. It just takes your breath away how much love you feel for that tiny baby. The least surprising thing is that my son is perfect. I just knew he would be. Just kidding (but he really is perfect). I don't know if there is really something least surprising. My whole life has changed and even thought I thought I was prepared, every day something new comes along and it's a new experience every day.


3. How did you come to love Star Wars? Why do you think this love for Star Wars has lasted into your adulthood?

Once again, my dad is to blame. I acutally like to say that I was addicted from the womb. As you know, the first Star Wars movie came out in May of 1977. I was born in September of 1977 and my parents went to see Star Wars when it was out in the summer of 1977. It is my firm belief that I watched the first movie from my mother's belly button and have love it ever since. The reason that my love has lasted into adulthood is that I used to watch them as a kid with my dad. As an only child, I loved spending time with my dad. At least once a year as far back as I can remember we would get all three movies out (this was back when there were only three) and watch them over a long weekend or a series of days. Plus, my dad collected Darth Vader stuff. Part of their allure when I was younger is that it was quality time with Dad. However, the movies are dang cool and I think I have a sci-fi lovers gene somewhere in me, because I can't help it - I love Star Wars and most Sci-fi.


4. What is the one thing that you love about yourself the most and why?

I love my husband. He is the best part of me because he isn't as loud, he's very funny, laid back, handsome, and he loves me. (My hair runs a close second.)



5. Tell us the story of how the nickname "Hurricane Emily" came to be.

Matt and I were discussing this, and we arn't sure if it came before the real Hurricane Emily or during. Before I get started, I just wanted to say that I am much better than I used to be. According to rumors, I have a temper that can flair very quickly, do lots of damage, and blow over quickly. When I get mad I yell and slam doors and throw things, then I feel better and it's over. However, it is traumatic to those in the vicinity, according to eye witnesses. Did I mention that I am much better?

Bleeding Us Dry

The gas companies are bleeding us dry! Has anyone seen the price of gas right now? In Kansas City it is $2.83 a gallon. I was talking to my mom a couple of days ago, and the price of gas in Louisville, KY is $3.15. The news a couple of days ago said that Chicago was going to reach $4.00 before the end of the summer. If I lived in Chicago, I would make friends with public transportation, because I wouldn't be able to afford $4.00 a gallon. There is absolutly no reason for gas to be that expensive. It was 10 years ago (oh wait, it was more like 12 years ago) that I was in high school and paid $.99 a gallon. I understand inflation, but come on. The price of gas is absurd! Let's just drill in Alaska for oil and produce all our own. We don't need to be dependant on foreign oil or the OPEC for our oil supply or prices. When is someone in Washington going to get a clue?
The End of my rant (for now)

Things to Look Forward to

Since there is so much going on or about to go on in my life, I have decided to make a list of things that I am looking forward to and then revisit them later and see how they turned out.

1. The End of Anatomy and Physiology (two weeks!)

2. The 8 day visit to Kentucky

3. Starting Nursing School (July 2nd)

4. Only working one night a week (starting July 7)

5. Having a long stretch of time where Will sleeps through the night

6. Graduating from Nursing School (in 2009)

7. Paying off our debts

8. The next baby (in 2010 or so)

9. Matt publishing his first book

10. Buying myself a Mini Cooper!!!

That is all I can think of now and it's a nice place to start. I'll revisit at the end of the first semester of school and subtract somethings and add some more.

I hate the news

I just wanted to say that I am not a big fan of the news. I never have been. The worst part about this is that since I got married I have become addicted to talk radio. I don't even know why. I don't like the callers on talk radio and it drives me nuts to hear about all of the goings on in the world. I was much happier in my little bubble. This all came into glaring focus when the Virgina Tech shooting happened. The media was so quick to blame the school administrators for not doing enough. I think if it were up to the media that the Virginia Tech administrators would lose their jobs and be tried in a court of law for neglect or something equally ridiculous. Then NBC had the guts to sell and air the killers video and pictures. It just makes me sick! I turned the channel every time I saw it. No new information was gained from the video and pictures. It was so insensitive of NBC. What I loved was some people associated with Virgina Tech were scheduled to be on NBC's morning show but cancelled after NBC aired the video. What is this world coming to when the media is more worried about getting the story first than about having morals.

Work Ramblings

So, what drives me crazy is when people stand right in front of the elevator when it opens. That happened tonight when I was coming in to work. I was trying to get on the elevator, and so was another guy. He pushed the up button, decided which elevator out of five was going to get their first (jerk even picked it right - that never happens to me), and then waits with his nose to the doors so he can be first on when they open. It was only he and I waiting. Thank goodness there wasn't anyone trying to get off, he would have run them over. Then he gets on the elevator and pushes the button for 9. I get on the elevator and push 11 and then we sit there for 5 seconds or so before the doors close and the elevator starts to move. Let's push our way onto the elevator only to be patient and wait for the doors to close. Wierd.

And where does it say that since I work Easter night that I have to bring something in to eat tomorrow. I was informed that tomorrow night we are all bringing something in to eat. If I had known about it earlier maybe I could have brought something, but not now. I will get off work this morning, go home to change, go get the baby, and go to church for 3 hours. I will then attempt to sleep until 6pm, but won't be able to, so I will get approx. 5.5 hours of sleep and then work another 12 hours. Where in that time am I going to whip up something to bring to work? And I refuse to break the sabbath by shopping on Sunday for work. Ain't gonna happen.

Also, and this probably drives me the most crazy, why does everyone who doesn't work on my floor come up and look at us and say "Who is the nurse for (insert room number here)?" when all the nurses names are written real big on the board next to the rooms that they have. Every time someone does that I have to stop and look at the board and tell them who the nurse is. Wouldn't it be less time consuming for them to look at the board theirselves?

34 Questions

1. What is your occupation? Nurse tech
2. What color are your socks right now? hot pink with green trim and green frogs
3. What are you listening to right now? The lab person wake someone up and the printer
4. What was the last thing that you ate? 2 rolos and 2 reces peanut butter cups
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Heck Yes! It's my favorite
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Orange
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Eileen, my charge nurse
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Of course
9. How old are you today? 29 1/2
10. Favorite drink? I love soda (Jones is the best but Diet Rite Cherry Cola is great for no cal.)
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Basketball, but my husband hates it - we watch football
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Only about a million times - once it was orange (bad choice)
13. Pets? Foxy Roxy the wonder lab
14. Favorite food? Food? Who said food? I LOVE food!
15. Last movie you watched? Jane Eyre (from the Masterpiece theater collection)
16. Favorite Day of the year? All the good days
17. What do you do to vent anger? scream and yell (look out for hurricane emily)
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? I remember wanting the She-Ra, Princess of Power castle (playing with it was another story, but boy was it cool)
19. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Fall
20. Hugs or kisses? Kisses all the way
21. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry
22. Living arrangements? My husband and I are homeowners
23. When was the last time you cried? Wed. during a Hurricane Emily moment (ok, day)
24. Favorite smell? Fresh cut grass
25. What inspires you? feel good movies
26. What are you afraid of? Never getting out of school and that somewhere deep down inside I really am stupid.
27. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheese
28. Favorite car? Convertible Mini Cooper in Hot Orange with a White top.
29. Favorite dog breed? Cat. But if I had to choose a dog it would be a Pug
30. Number of keys on your key ring? 4, one car two house and one to the garage
31. Years at your current job? 1 year 8 months
32. Favorite day of the week? Wed or Thursday because I have finally recovered from the weekend.
33. How many states have you lived in? 5: Missouri, Pennsylvania, Tennesse, Texas, (Missouri agian) and Nebraska (with Missouri again now)
34. Favorite holiday? Christmas

3am ramblings

So, it's three am and I can't sleep. Didn't Matchbox 20 have a song about that? Will woke up about 1:20 and was hungry and I have been up ever since, even though he went back to sleep.

We found out on Sunday that Will is cutting his first tooth. Apparently he bit down on Dale (why Dale's finger was in Will's mouth I don't know) and he felt something sharp. Sure enough, one of his front teeth are pushing through the gums. I sure hope this doesn't take too long because people say that babies can be very fussy during this teething time. Why can't they just get all their teeth at once and be done with it? And why don't babies like teething rings. Will makes the funniest face when you give him the ice cold teething ring. He looks at me like "you want me to do WHAT with that ice cold piece of junk! Are you kidding?" Oh well.

Will also tried solid food for the first time on Friday. It was interesting. He was so hungry he tried to eat the spoon and got oatmeal all over his face. I tried sweet potatoes last night and he got those every where too. I got some awsome pictures of baby food on the baby's face. Don't you just love babies?

Delimma

I have a delimma. I work at North Kansas City Hospital as a tech three nights a week. Every couple of weeks there is an extra shift on Thursday night and I am tempted to sign up. However, I don't want to work four nights in a row. I remember when I worked days and worked an extra shift. It wasn't even worth it, as far as I remember. It was too much for not enough extra money. Plus, they take so many taxes out that I don't know if it's worth it. We are trying to go to Kentucky in May and the extra money would be nice, but is it worth my sanity? I just don't know. Also, Will would have to stay with his grandparents Thursday night while I was at work because Matt has to get up for work at 4:30 am Friday morning. That isn't a big deal, but I don't want to have to take care of Will Friday during the day and then go to work Friday night. It would totally suck.

The worst part about this whole thing is that I have changed my mind several times and am stressing myself out over it. It shouldn't be this big of a deal. To work or not to work, that is the question.

A bit about me

My husband and one of my best friends both have a blog and I enjoy reading them, so I thought maybe I would try the blog thing. I don't know if I will ever give the address to anyone, but it should be fun. I also need to start writing in my journal, and I thought that since I can't get motivated to do that, maybe this would be a good option.

I just want to apologize in advance to anyone reading this because my life is boring. I am in school, taking pre-requisits for nursing school and praying that I get into nursing school. I have a five month old son, William, who is the cutest boy in the world. Will has had a cold for about a week and has been listliss and cranky, not his normal laughing self. He woke up today and was smiling and laughing. It made me so happy to know he is getting better. However, his apetite has returned and he was so hungry today. I don't think the formula will be able to keep up with him, so today I introduced him to baby oatmeal and pears (two different foods). It was very funny to see him trying to figure out the spoon. He thinks it's a toy to chew on, and he got cereal all over his face. I got some cute pictures. He wasn't sure about the pears, but he ate them.

Yesterday our family of three went to see the movie Meet the Robinsons. It was very cute and one of the better Disney movies in a while (for more information on that see my husband's blog at rmatthewware.blogspot.com). Will really did well. He slept through the first 30 minutes or so, then woke up and was hungry, then he watched the rest of the movie and had a good time. He's just so perfect!

So, a little about me is really all about my son, Will. Isn't my life sad?