She eats screws for breakfast...

It's so much easier to update the sister blog. This one feels so heavy sometimes. So Had a busy series of days lately...my mother, grammie, and father all have birthdays within 4 days of each other. My family planned a big surprise party for my Grammie as she turned 80 this year. She seemed to like it and it was fun. For some reason, I find all birthday parties depressing at this point.

Last Saturday August managed to get her little hands on a package of screws in a drawer that before now, she was unable to reach. She ripped it open and had a handful of screws in her mouth in a flash. I was able to pull four out, but panicked that she'd swallowed one or more. Tim counted what was in the bag and retrieved and he said it was fine, that there were 50....until I saw one that had fallen on the floor.

Our first trip to the emergency room for August.

It bit.

We sat there for THREE hours before they even called us back to be seen. Now, August is a very well behaved girl, but you can only expect so much from a 19 month old who hasn't eaten and is going well past her nap time. She did well, but my nerves STILL feel a little raw from this experience.

Four hours after we arrive at the ER, we FINALLY get the x-ray results. No screw. Well, I certainly feel screwed up, so no screw except the proverbial one. Thank God.


Literally, one of the top ten worst experiences of my life. Worst days because of it really.

P.S. Baby skeletons in x-rays are SUPER cute

That's right my darling husband. I'm calling you out....ONLINE!!!!!!

So yesterday evening I prepare a plate of pasta for August and Tim puts her in her chair with her food. I (from the kitchen) notice she has no drink so I mention it. Tim grabs her one of her water straw cups and I look at it.

me: Tim, is that straw connected ?
tim: Yeah
me: you didn't even look at it.
tim: Yes I did! it's fine!
me: Just double check it please. it's supposed to be vertical but it looks angled.
tim: (puts it up to eye level) It's fine.
me: okay.

The rest of the night passes, we all sleep. This morning I put her in her high chair with a waffle and the water is still there so I just let it be. I sit down for a minute and she starts calling for me "help, momma! Help, momma!" I go over and look at the cup she's holding out to me.






YES, INDEED THE STRAW IS ANGLED. IN FACT, IT HAD BECOME DISCONNECTED! She hadn't had anything to drink (besides breast milk at night and in the morning) in like, 16 hours!!!!!!












Yes, you read that correctly. I STILL breastfeed her.

AT 19 MONTHS!?!?!?!?

Yes.


I'm so surprised about how many people are grossed out about this. She's only 19 months. The average weaning age around the world is 4 1/2 years. Rest assured, I'm not going to be breast feeding a nine year old. I'll definitely be done by three, probably by two.

Or maybe I'll breastfeed her until she's eighty. Get off my back. I don't do it in public, I always cover up...stop making those disgusted faces....DANG!!!!


end rant.

I've perfected the art of the love letter...for REALS

Most people are afraid of the dentist, right? I'm not. I'm afraid of the phone calls I need to make to find someone who will take our crappy insurance so we can get our dental taken care of. Stupid Aetna. I wish there was some tangible representation of you so I could torture and maim you. MAIM YOU! If you are a boy insurance company, I shall castrate you, hire a beautiful women to feign interest in you, and then mock you for your lack of manhood.

So Timothy as a infection in his gums. He has to do the following things because it was so bad. get his #30 tooth extracted. Get a bone graft. Get a dental implant put in. have a crown put in over the implant and the two surrounding teeth. Though recently I've found that it doesn't really matter if no Oral surgeon takes Aetna...because Aetna won't cover ANY of it. all four thousand dollars of it will have to be taken out of our pocket. I should send them a thank you card.

Thank you Aetna,
Thank you Aetna for not covering a cent of the many dental procedures my husband needs. Thank you for being there every paycheck, taking extra out of our single paycheck in the house for dental in addition to medical and vision. You are like the overweight gagger friend who always plays jokes that are never very funny. I feel like you are my Mephistopheles and I am Faust. I obviously brought this on myself as it is too cruel a situation for it to not have been brought on by my own actions. I could tour theatre classes teaching about how my life is the true definition of a greek tragedy. Well at least my insurance woes are.

love,
Aimee (but probably every person you as a company cover)

A thousand apologies

Okay.


Everyone knows that starting afresh means a year later. I have NOTHING to apologize for. How do you make that little embarrassed face again?

Ever since I was about 11 I've consistently been a depressed person. I go through my highs and my lows like everyone, I just have a lot more lows than highs. I lose all energy, all motivation. I just...sink. Oh well, thus is life.

Writing a blog seems like an overwhelming chore sometimes. Later, I'm disappointed I didn't just do it and it seems insurmountable to catch up again.

When I found out I was pregnant I picked up a beautiful journal to write about my experience for August. I wrote a sentence and a half....I'm not kidding. I stopped writing in the middle of my second sentence.

I don't know why I'm like this...and I DEFINITELY don't know how someone like me got so lucky with Augie. She is AMAZING. She's such a good girl...she really is. She's smart, verbose, coordinated, even-tempered, loving, kind. Heck, she's practically potty trained!!!

While I secretly think I'm a pretty good mother, I also don't think I'm good enough for her. I don't play enough with her, I'm not patient enough.


Wow....this is turning into a bummer-fest.

Anyway....Augie turned a year old. Well, at this point she's 19 months. Tim and I got married. We had a nice wedding with, granted, a few hiccups. Hiccups including a breakdown, forgetting the rings, forgetting the programs, not organizing certain things enough.

Side note: I love "Phineas and Ferb"

Had my 10 year reunion. Besides having to stop a HUGE catastrophe between an ex and an old school chum it was fun. Tim and I always have a blast dancing like weirdos.

Augie has a pool group on fridays...she loves it. Finally, something she gets from me. Her love of swimming.