I'm feeling very stroke-ish today...

... and feel funny on the right side of my face. Maybe it's because my eye is swollen and bruised from where Preston head-butted me the other day! I was burping him over my shoulder, and he tried boinging/nuzzling his head back down towards "the food" when he bonked my cheek/eye. He was fine, I was in pain! And now it's totally a mild black eye. Man oh man.

Anyways, Preston weighs a "whopping" 11 lbs 8 oz now! Haha, still a little shrimp! But a cute shrimp. I'm thinking that's okay, since everything else is right on track, and since his "exponential" weight gain is the same as it's always been-- hell, he's gained over 5 pounds since he was born. He's just a little guy. Which is not abnormal because his mommy isn't exactly a mammoth. He has his 4 month dr. appointment on March 4th, so we'll see then what she says!

His nasty eczema is finally under control, thanks to some help of hydrocortisone cream. I think the little man inherited his daddy's senstive skin. Let's just hope Preston's not allergic to Christmas trees like Skip is, otherwise I am doomed to put up the tree by myself for the rest of my life... Preston had his first sporting event this past weekend-- a Marquette basketball game! He loved the lights and people, but wasn't quite so sure about the noise at times. He made it through the whole game, though. Now he's ready for baseball season!!

Preston has been doing great at his babysitter Cassandra's house. He's always in a good mood when he leaves there, which tells me he's having fun and being treated great when he's there! I've made it through 2 full weeks back at work, and going on 3. Work is work, but it pays the bills. Speaking of bills:

End #1: "Hello my name is End."
End #2: "My name is End, too."
Both: "Nice to meet you!"


It's a nice feeling. And it's about time! Thank the lord for my husband choosing such a noble and always-be-able-to-find-a-well-paying-job career!

Come on, SERIOUSLY?!

It's snowing a lot today. And it's going to keep snowing, so when I got to work I logically decided to park in the parking structure so I don't have to clean my car of snow at 4:30. So I start to pull into a spot, but I realized it was right under the "seam" of the floor above me, and there was a constant stream of water coming down onto my car-- I didn't want it to turn into ice later on. So I backed out and pulled into the next spot over. So then this big-ass fancy Cadillac pulls past me, and then notices the open spot (keep in mind it's only 7:30, so there are 5 HUNDRED other spots open, and not much farther away). In the meantime, I'm there with my drivers' side door open, bending over into the car digging out my work bag, my pump bag, my coffee, and trying to get the button on my jacket that I missed. I look over at the Caddy, and ON GO THE REVERSE LIGHTS. I'm like, seriously?! Of all the open spots, you have to pick this one, AND BACK your big ass into it? Come on now. As she's waiting, there were like 10 cars piling up behind her. I look over my bent-over ass at her, and mouthed "seriously?!" then proceeded to take my sweet-ass time getting the shit out of my car. So THERE. Judging by the car (and the arrogance), she's probably some big college exec, but she annoyingly inconvenienced my measly compliance-coordinating life for 5 minutes, so I figured I'd inconvenience hers for 30 seconds :). Ha.

Oh, and I forgot to put deodorant on today... Don't smell me.