I need a Job >_>

But I need a trustworthy babysitter to do it.

I love my mom. I trust her. I don't want Owen around my dad for some damn good reasons.

I love my mom-in-law, but she doesn't take enough care about which room she smokes in. Just because she isn't holding him and smoking at the same time doesn't mean he isn't going to breath in the second hand smoke.

Seriously, I highly doubt my cats are the cause of his coughing. Thank you. >_>

So basically the people I can trust to follow my rules and not throw a tantrum or a fit if I ask them nicely to change how they are doing something because of how I would like Owen to be treated live FAR away. Or at least an inconvenient distance away from me where it wouldn't be kind to them to have them drive all the way here to watch him.

And I am really picky about who I want watching Owen. I like, do my own assessment and background check on them in my head. I need to KNOW them, short from dating them. Like if they have quirks, I need to make sure that it won't effect them watching my son.

Call me paranoid, but I have tons of fears and he is my little baby boy. I want him to have a good environment and I don't want him to grow up with serious emotional baggage. I have seen children who are WAY too young that deal with that. It isn't fair for them.

*takes deep breath*

So I am working off my stress in a manageable way as long as Owen and body do not freak out on me. (Behave knees, we aren't popping out of place today) I am going to clean. At least so as much as I can to make a vast improvement. But for the love of gods if someone makes even a tiny comment and makes me feel like I did nothing, I will use their head as a mop for my floor.

IT'S A SHARK! OH SNAP!

Yea sooo tooth number seven. Makes feeding a tad sore, but luckily he hasn't been biting like he used to. I am proud of him.

But seriously, that is a lot of teeth at 7 months. I have never seen that many teeth on anyone his age. Usually by now they are already getting their first or second teeth. I imagine he just really want big people food.

In other news, little guy is participating in the Lebanon Valley Mall Diaper Derby. :) I'll make sure plenty of pictures and crawling is recorded. Followed by Jaws music. :)

Wish 'im luck! Hopefully more teeth to come! Whoo hoo!

I lurve my little man!

In other news: I finally got out portraits. So awesome :)

Like a Horror Movie

Nothing feels better than getting your shirt SOAKED by baby puke. Haha. Apparently Orajel no longer agrees with my little man's tummy.

So yes, it was something out of a horror film. He smiled at me though so must have made his tummy feel better. Then he went back to sleep.

Although now he is fighting nap time. My silly little boy! I love him so very much he knows that.

*cuddles him tons*

Alrighty, now to find food. Damn boobie feeding and feeling hungry all the time. I eat more than a cow! 0_0

Sometimes I want to Poke Someone with a Fork

I look at myself physically, and not like how I appear or anything, but what my body does physically.

Arthritis is unfortunately a big factor in my life. It effects and decides everything I am going to do. It decides if I am going to take a walk on a nice day. If I am going to be able to do any major cleaning that day. If I am going to take my son out to the mall.

It decides how much I am able to play with my son.

I. Hate. It.

I never wanted to worry about this until I was at least maybe even thirty, but I have had this since I was in 4th grade. It makes even doing my art difficult. It is one of the few things I am good at, and I feel hindered.

When I do push through my arthritis I feel worse.

When I get frustrated, I want to take my frustrations and throw them into a pile.

I am merely good at some things, but never excellent at anything.

I want to excel in something so I can amount to something. I want to be able to pull my own weight, not be a weight.

I need to find whatever created arthritis and beat them with the fork and proceed to poke their entrails with it.

I am done ranting now. Time to draw. Thank you.

--- I wonder if they still make degrees in philosophy.

Motherhood Rocks :D

Ah, motherhood is tiring and exciting. Especially with a rather smart and equally fussy baby. One who shows happiness, anger, frustration, pain, and the most wondrous thing of all: affection.

He can smile, hold his arms out to you, and give you the cutest giggles because he loves you. He shamelessly flirts and goes through the motions of someone going "Aw shucks".

Of course there is the teething, and finding out that orajel turns baby into something possessed with spewing vomit (never using orajel again) so there comes the having to discover other teething remedies. Teethers galore!!

He wants to skip the crawling and prefers his bouncer to try to be upright. He finally got the back strength when he did that to lay on his tummy and hold his head up. YAY!

All in all, seeing that awesome smile is more than enough to make me so very glad that I became a Mom. :D