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| EditMy last post made it seem like I was not happy about him walking. I felt the need to say that that is very very far from the truth. I am an incredibly proud mommy right now. He is growing up more and more every single day, and sometimes it's hard to see. And it's also pretty scary at times. It's hard work!!! And I'm always so scared he's going to get hurt or that I'm going to make a mistake... But! I AM incredibly proud of him and so happy that he's growing up so much :) | | |
| WalkerUh oh...The boy is walking, officially. He's still quite hesitant, but he is definitely walking. He took his first steps over lunch at Janet's Kitchen.
I have a feeling that I am in for a LOOOOT of running around...
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| And now for something completely different...As far as me...Things are busy busy busy. I am ready for classes to be over. I might fail statistics, I don't have the slightest clue what my grade is in that class. I really don't know. I'm signed up for classes for next semester, and I kind of wish I wasn't--haha! I need a serious break.
Last night was a REALLY exceptionally rough night for me. I was getting ready to go teach ballet, and when I grabbed my laptop off of the coffee table, there was a giant larva of some kind just sitting there...on the table...Now, my feet had been up there ALL afternoon. The table had been cleared completely multiple times. I don't have the slightest idea where this damn thing came from. All I know is that I freaked out, and called Andy all hysterical, begging him to come home. Luckily he was done with classes and just staying after helping some kids practice, so he could come home. The problem is, by the time he got home, it was GONE. I don't know where it went. But that fact caused a LOT of problems for me in the night. I couldn't sleep, and when I did I was up every half an hour or more. It was awful. I hate those damn things. DOn't ask. Weird fear, I know...Kind of like mold. I shouldn't be afraid of it, but I am. So...I haven't gone in the living room since yesterday late afternoon, and I am pretty much refusing to be in the house alone any more than I have to be. | | |
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