3 wonderful years that weren't stolen (like my &$*# purse).

Just a quick update.  Bad first.  Alex and I went to Orlando on Saturday, had a great time.  Came back late, and stopped at Walmart to get something for Brandon.  As we were leaving, we managed to get right in the middle of something close to a riot?  There was about 25 young girls/boys there, yelling at the managers (one was telling them to get out, other was on the phone with the police).  It was pretty scary, and all I could think of was to get Brandon OUT (Kaitlynne was at my mom's).  So, we grabbed little man, our stuff, and darted (there were about 25 more outside, yelling, trashing the place).  Found out the next day that in the rush, I had left my purse in the cart :(  Of course it wasn't at Walmart, Alex even went and helped go thru garbage cans outside.  When I filed the police report, I just said I was at Walmart that night and every officer I spoke to, knew what I was talking about.  I'm one of those dumbies who carried SS cards (everything else can be taken care of, I was freaking because of those, tho).  My bank acct and cell phone hadn't been touched, so I am *hoping* that whoever took it looked for cash and trashed everything else.  It's been a nightmare the last couple of days.  I've taken care of about 3/4's of it.  Sucks big time, but we're all safe...that's what matters most. 

On a happy note, today is the anniversary of sorts, celebrating 3 years with Alex.  We haven't spent one night apart (loon's going crazy over that part, I know) since we met at Dunkin Donuts for coffee that night.  They've been the most powerful 3 years of my life, and I can't wait to spend many more with him...he's my best friend, and so much more.  I love you, honey <3

Brandon's bday party is this Sunday, and he'll be a year on the 8th.  Where did the time go???  Everyone else and everything else is going well :)

*Prayers for Lissa, who had a stroke this past week...God speed for a full recovery!*

That's about it, hope all are well in cyberland :)

Bad Blogger...

Wow, I didn't realize it had been so long since I wrote in here (even with a few people emailing me to get it together... ha ha).  Let's see if I can update...

Kaitlynne is doing wonderfully in school.  Not only did she get Student of the Month, but she won an award for Citizenship again (good behavior), and got to attend a really neat after school party.  She's made friends with a girl in her class, which is good to see, as well.  She just got home today, actually, from an overnight Girl Scout camp (I was paranoid, and apparantly she was a bit weepy, too...but we both survived).  She's growing up :*)  Always talking of how cute Johnny Depp is, always watching POTC in the car *sigh*.  She's a huge help to me with Brandon (thank goodness, I'm so tired...lol).

Brandon...wow, he's doing so much now!  He crawls EVERYWHERE, and is pulling himself up and cruising around the furniture.  We've even seen him stand alone for a few seconds!  He's going to be 1 next month, can you believe it?!  We're having a small party at a local park the weekend before.  He wakes up every morning with a smile on his face :)

Alex is doing well.  His work schedule just changed this week for the good and the bad.  He now works until 230am (doesn't go in until 530pm), but has Saturday and Sunday off (as well as every other Friday).  I'm bummed that he won't be here when we go to sleep :(  However, I'm happy to have him back on the weekends--we can finally do things that we couldn't do before. 

I'm doing ok.  Been battling a few head/chest colds (they don't last long, but the cough is hanging on).  I read that people pregnant with multiples have an even lower immune system...blah.  My OB is sending me to the next town over for a consult with the high risk team.  I'm not happy about it, as this is the same team that delivered my 1st child...anyone who knows about THAT horrific nightmare, knows why I do NOT want to go back.  I told my OB this, and he promised it's nothing more then a consult and doesn't see any reason why they'd find any fault in his care.  I told him that I, his PATIENT, don't find any fault...anyway, I'm going next week.  He said they'll do an ultrasound there, or he'll order one the following week when I see him.  My weight was up, then I lost like 8lbs in 2 weeks.  My BP is up, back on meds.  That was another problem, he put me on a high dose of meds that I didn't agree well with.  I've taken that much before, but not all at once like had me take it.  I showed signs of overdosing on them, tho it was a pretty normal dose to offer.  I stopped taking the morning dose and noticed an almost immediate change in how I felt (I was so bad I had to get help to get up to go to the bathroom because my joints felt like jello).  I told him, and we split the dosaging up (knocking out one dose).  I've been feeling pretty good since then (minus these idiot colds).

We had my brother and Pete over for Easter (tho that was not an easy task).  I had asked them to bring a trailor over because we have 2 old recliners we REALLY need hauled off.  In return, I lent them my carpet cleaner.  Well, no trailor.  I got a bit annoyed, since when Pete's family asks for anything at all...they drop what they're doing and haul ass over there to help them (even if it's another state).  I had a bad day Friday with other things, and called them up...said I want my damn cleaner back and they best not be letting the neighborhood use it.  Now while I called back on Saturday saying I was sorry for HOW I said things, I did mean what I said.  They turned in the cleaner w/out much to say to Alex at work, and that's that.  Oh well.  I'm sure we'll hear from them at Christmas *eyeroll* (I'm still mad that Scott has made NO effort to help or even stay in contact with our mother...).

Other then that, I can't think of much anything else going on.  Hope all are well (I put a few pics up there for ya).  Toodles.