Happy Valentines Day Y'all!!!!!!

Hope your day is full of love...wheter it be from a man, woman, child, dog or B.O.B....Whatever floats your boat.

In the Blink of an Eye

So today it hit me. I was watching the George Lopez show, which I am sure you didnt know was so insightful, but it is. George was talking about one of his kids, Carmen or Max...I dunno, and he said something about how he they were a baby he raised them and then he wanted them to leave like every child does. This is when it hits me. Jackson is not going to be baby for much longer and someday he is going to leave me. How depressing is that?

Yes, he may frustrate the heck out of me when I know he is exhausted but all he wants to do is jump from pillow to pillow and laugh. Or it may be frustrating that he cant sit still through an entire meal, just one time. Or the fact that his favorite thing to do in the whole wide world, it seems, is to push the buttons on the t.v.-he especially LOVES to do this at the climax of any show you are watching at the moment.

But honestly, how lucky am I to even get to experience this stuff with him? Really. If I do say so myself. But its the same for every mother not just me.

It already seems that I blinked and he is 15 months old. Sooner or later I am going to blink and he will be 10, then blink again and he will be 18..and so on and so on. You get the picture. It is like that Kenny Chesney song, "Dont Blink"

Now I am doing something I told myself I wouldn't do...get all sappy in my blogs. Well for the time being I am going to try and enjoy my time with him now and cherish everything that he has to offer. I am also going to look into getting one of those devices that eyedoctors use during laser eye surgery.....ya know, so I dont have to blink anymore.

Cut Me Some Slack

Somedays I wish I was already graduated from college, so that I could already be able to provide for Jackson and myself. I wish that I could at least speed time up a bit, to get it over with. It seems like it is taking FOREVER. I am still a freshman. I cant believe I took 2 years off... I kick myself everytime I open up a text book. I think at the rate I am going...15 hours a regular semester and 6 hours in the summer.. I should be at a University by Fall 2009. UGH. Then I haveb 2 more years at UTSA... then I graduate.

I mean I am ready to tackle it. I am ready to give it all I got. I am.. and its going good so far. But this is one of those times I wish I had a remote control like Adam Sandler had in Click.

Then...there are days were I think that people don't realize all that I have on my plate. Personally, I think I function better when I have things to keep me busy. If I dont stay busy the lazier I become. But really, right this minute I kinda of feel overwhelmed. As far as homework goes I have:

Art-Research a museum over the internet.. give as much info as I can, write a 6 pg. essay. give examples..I have 2 weeks left to do this one.

Drugs & Human Health- choose a side on the legalization of marijuana, write an essay-due Sunday

Psych-Read a ch. before Thurs., do humanatarian work..8 hours worth, do next essay due on 2/12

Economics-Fill in the notes from today's class, read ch.4, study for exam that is next tuesday

Photography-Research Man Ray, bring findings into class on Thursday.

That is just what I have going on for school this week. I also have work every M, W, F

I have to pick out paint colors for my new house, I have to paint this weekend. Oh Yeah! I am moving out soon... fogot to mention that. I move out 3/1 so that is only a couple weeks away...stressing about that.

Just a bunch of stuff people...a bunch of stuff... Jackson is my little cherry on top of all that junk. Somedays I want to pull my hair out and other days I want a little credit. I am doing all of this and still am a functioning human being. So yeah, I forgot to take my clean clothes up to my room for a couple days...yeah, I havent showered since Monday night....yeah I already blew my $200 paycheck that I just got last friday on daycare and gas...cut me some slack. I'm busy.

ABC's and 123's

Aside from being peed on, seeing my son discover his penis and catching him eating the dog food.. the next best thing about being a mom is to see your child learn new things. Jackson has been on a major learning kick lately. I guess my $180 in daycare is being well spent.

So far he has learned to do the moonwalk. I dont really know where or why this originated. It must be a defense mechanism he uses on the other kids at daycare. He slowly backs away from you as if he is some sort of sleuth, escaping trouble. He likes to back right into a wall. It is really quite funny to watch him concentrating on each step backwards.

Another thing he has learned is where his belly button is located. He loves to rub on his belly..as soon as you take his shirt off and let him run around naked and free, he rubs on his chest and belly like he has never felt skin before. Its too funny. Reminds me of a fat old man who rubs his belly after a rather large meal of chicken fried steak. But if you ask him where his belly button is he will proudly show it off. I must admit its the cutest dang button. He is also quite fascinated with where my old belly button used to be... now it looks like a cavernous hole.

Jack has also added a couple words to his growing vocabulary. I am finally gettinf over the fact that I have a walking and functioning human being following me around and now sooner rather than later I will have a blabbering one too. I cant wait to hear, "Mom, mom, mom, mom, mommy, mommy, mother, mom". I just know Jack will be that kid. But that is still a ways away.. for now his new things are ,"Uh-Oh" -he does this whenever something is dropped or when he drops something which is just about every 15 seconds and "Thank You" which is really "Tay-tu"-this is when he hands you something.

I love watching him explore and discover...and thank goodness for daycare because I am one lousy teacher!

Taking A Bite Out of Jack

My mom and I picked up Jackson from daycare yesterday. She had to go with me because I cant lift him for a couple days due to the biopsy. Well as the teacher was handing me his daily report sheet she informed us that a little girl had bitten Jackson and blah blah blah...he did something..blah blah blah. Um....Excuse me, did she just say someone bit my son?

I mean I know he is kinds of yummy because I nibble his toes on a daily basis...but some snotty nosed little punk actual sunk her teeth in my son's left arm. Ok, so that is a little extreme. She is a cutie but still! Keep your chompers in yo mouth! She actually broke the skin on his arm. I am sure this will not be the last time that something like this happens. I hope that my kid is never the biter though. How embarassing is that for the mom? Trying to explain that your kid bites..they should have to wear onesies that say, "Caution I bite" to give our innocent ones a head up.

The best part in this whole fiasco, it the teacher had the nerve to say that Jackson provoked it. Not...my innocent liwtle biwty Jacki. She said that he pulled her hair, so the little girl in turn bit him. Umm....what if the teacher didnt see what really happened. What if the little girl came up to Jack and shook her tiny toddler booty at him and he didnt like it so then he pulled her hair...or what if she came up to him and slapped him and so he pulled her hair.. or what if....

I guess the options are endless...and since they are only toddlers I know they are still dabbling in what is right and what is wrong.. so I will let this one slide, this one time! But I still think that mom should give her kid a mouthgaurd!

Biopsy Wednesdays

Today was the day of the biopsy. I was a bunch of nerves this morning. So much so that I had the shakes. I even passed up getting a Starbucks on the way to the hospital for fear that it might cause some gastro-issues during the procedure...if you know what I mean...

I had to be at the hospital at 8 am. My mom and I arrived at around 8:15. We got to the hospital and immediately got lost. Although as we were walking down the halls I realized that it wasn't like Grey's Anatomy at all. No McDreamy's or McSteamy's...nothing. Only a little old lady who was an obvious volunteer, whom shuffled us in the right direction.

I got back to the room and they took all my statistic stuff down and made me change into a not so fashionable robe. They even gave me some hospital bracelets..this was getting downright fancy. They explained the procedure to my mom and I, then after a quick couple minutes to gather my thoughts, they walked me down to the room. It was like a walk of doom. Like I was going to be sacrificed to the boob biopsy gods. The cute little nurse who resembled Sally Field, ushered my mom to the waiting room then guided me to the biopsy room. She really was nice as can be, her name was Amy, I guess you cant go wrong with a person named Amy. I think if her name had been Hilda I would have been a little more scared.

Amy got me prepped for my ultrasound and the technician took a look at the mass in my right breast. She said it didn't look "cyst like" and said that it was more of a mass. This meant that I wasn't getting a fine needle aspiration, but rather a REAL biopsy. yikes. I started crying because I was so nervous!

After the ultrasound, the doctor came in and prepped me for the biopsy. Now this time I really felt like I was on Grey's, the doctor had a distinct resemblance to Addison! I promise.. even though she left to Private Practice..

Amy held my hand and talked to me about Jackson throughout the entire procedure. The only part that truly hurt was after the biopsy was over and they needed to place a metal marker by the mass. The doctor said the tissue samples all looked good and benign, but she isn't a pathologist so she couldn't be 100% correct.

I am now sitting here with a bandaged up boob and new worries of my results. I think this will be the hardest part...waiting.

Float Like A Butterfly, Sting Like A Bee

It is a beautiful Saturday. The sun is shining and there isn't a cloud in the sky. The weather is a perfect 70 degrees outside. Upon waking up this morning we had our typical weekend breakfast of breakfast tacos. That is a whole other post. Gosh I LOVE breakfast tacos...and so does my ass.

Then I purchased the Chris Rock tickets that I am getting Andrew for Valentines Day. $155 later...we sat around while I finished up some homework assignments, fed Jackson his first Popsicle and then Andrew left to go home.

I decided my son was a bit on the stinky side and realized that he hasn't had a bath since Tuesday!! Bad Mommy! So after a quick macaroni chow fest I stripped him naked..let him run around then threw him in the bathtub. You could tell by his facial expressions that he was living the dream in the big garden tub of his. He especially LOVES to pull the drain out. I am trying to get him to realize that once he pulls that up that the water drains, or goes "bye, bye". He doesn't get it, so I end up getting my rolling up my jeans and getting my own feet wet, in order to keep the drain plugged.

After the bath I towel him off and apply the lotion that smells SOOOOO good! We get dressed then I decided, "Hey! Its a beautiful day...lets get this kid some exercise...and sun". We went out into the backyard and kicked a ball around and threw leaves up in the air...It was great. He then stuck his hands in some wet bird poop, a sign of things to come.

I decided to be a great mommy today and take my son for a walk in his beloved wagon. We got all situated and headed out to the front. We were just taking a brisk walk down the block. We were rounding the corner and I decided to take him to the park which was less than a block down the street. We were running, laughing...it looked straight out of a movie I am sure. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, Life is Good....

THEN BAM!!!!! I got slapped back into reality when a wasp or bee or something stingalicious came and stung me on the back of my arm!! I freaked out, I must have looked like I was having an epileptic seizure to all the neighbors. I never saw the culprit but he definitely left his mark. I quickly turned that wagon around when Jack started crying, I yelled, "suck it up buttercup!" then ran back home.

But I know he only stung me because I must have smelled like the biggest flower buffet he ever smelled. Damn Victoria Secret lotion.