Wow, can we say cute???

I was up way too late last night. I wanted to get that shutterfly order placed, and the website wasn't cooperating. So finally at 1am I was done. I didn't fall asleep until 130am, I'm sure due to too much coffee. And I got a morning wake up call at 630am. Of all days to have to get up so early. This is the 3rd time this week Jess has wet the bed. The first two I dismissed as she's just sick and doesn't feel good. But she's better now. Ugh. After I changed the sheets I convinced her to go back to bed and told her we don't get up until the sun comes up. Well I heard her get up again at 7am to go potty. Then at 715am she comes and tells me "Mama, wake up, moon went night night, sun is up". Well, it was lighter outside, but I wouldn't call the sun up. Oh well.

I got a cleaning spurt as usual, even though I was exhausted and cleaned the living room and kitchen, along with doing some laundry. Jon was very uncooperative and was whining/screaming. I got so mad, I slammed my hand down on the counter, and my thumb immediately swelled up and bruised. I guess I don't know my own strength. Thank goodness I don't lay a hand on the kids. I just wanted to get some cleaning done and wanted to get it done before his nap. Ugh. That's what I get.... temper... temper.....

My ear hurts so bad... there is so much pain and pressure... I called the doctor and I have an appointment tomorrow at 845am. I hope there is something she can give me, like ear drops or something. I can't imagine it is infected... I am on antibiotics already, tomorrow is my last day on them. I just can't take it anymore. If that would just get better, then I could say I am doing 50% better.

Jon can scoot forward now... like an army crawl. And he can get up on his knees. Now when he will combine the two, I'll be in trouble. I can't get over how cute he was for his 9 month pictures. It took every ounce of my being not to order more than just our usual collage. But I got a groan from Jeff, and I got diarreha and had to go right then and there. I hate that. I have never had so much as I have had with this pregnancy. It's usually in the evening. All I ate before we left was some goldfish, and the whole time his picture was being taken my tummy grumbled. We finished just in time. Ugh! I decided to take Jeff, because I thought Jess would like to get out of the house. But she was not very well behaved in the store, so I regret taking her. But I guess it was good I took him, because otherwise I could have gone picture crazy. If it hadn't been such a rough month for us, I probably would have at least bought one 8x10, oh well.