First thing in the morning, Jon's climbing up on his cube, and his wonderful big sister pushes him and he falls flat on the edge of it. There was blood every where, luckily it didn't bleed long. And he had the biggest fat lip. Try putting ice on a squirmy 10 month old. I swear... when Jon gets older, I am going to just turn my head to the damage he causes her. Pay backs are hell! It was so cute, he got up to a standing position on his cube today, first time. I was shocked. I tried to grab the camera, but wasn't quick enough.

I called the vet, they only do cleanings during the week. That's just great. So, it's crazy for Jeff to lose a few hours pay to take him. I actually thought about taking them myself. But then I thought of my MIL. Well I guess I can think again. She's going on a vacation and will be back Thursday, which isn't a big deal, but her attitude is. And when I said 8am, she freaked. She's not an early riser, but some how manages it when she works in the winter, and if her daughter asks her to babysit when the kids are sick. And some how managed it the past few days to help her daughter with this party. But to baby sit for me, I guess that's another story. Ohhh, she gets me so mad. So to hell with her. I will drag two kids, push them in the stroller, and some how carry the cat carrier there.

She is quite a strange Grandma. So scared, Jon will puke on her, so scared when her grand daughter sat on her lap to eat. She wears Kmart clothes, who cares if they got something on them, they are kids, stains come out. And she hates when I ask her to come to my house to babysit. Hello, it's a pain in the ass to drag two little ones to her house, she's out of my way when it comes to doctor's appointments, etc. And it's much more convenient for Jon to nap in his own crib. I give up. I pray to god I pass the gestational diabetes test, because if I'm stuck taking these kids to every damn appointment I'll go nuts if in the end, I'm going for Non Stress tests twice a week in the hospital. That will suck. Ugh.

Anyhow the party was nice. We got there an hour early, and they were freaking, hahaha. MIL said... I called your phone didn't you hear it... Ummm... No, it's in the diaper bag..... and trust me....... if we were lost, we'd call you...... We were an hour early for christ sakes...... the other daughter wasn't there until 1/2 hour late......... I just don't understand how people show up late to parties...... they give you a time for a reason....... Ugh....... and I hate getting stuck talking to BIL.... He's the biggest asshole...... he is so jealous of this house....... who cares......... good for her, she has a big house on a lake.... whoopee........... Why be jealous........ but that's the way he is... I can't stand him........ and we are stuck seeing them tomorrow too....... and they are complaining about 2 parties in one weekend.... it was their stupid idea, I would rather just stay home and relax on mother's day....... especially after seeing MIL today....... oh well.......

For father's day last year... they thought it was a wonderful idea to have everyone over and work their butts off on their home projects as a gift to Dad for father's day. So my husband on father's day... worked all day... we barely had time to swim or relax. What a wonderful father's day for him.

That would be a cold day in hell I'd work on mother's day. She says we are bbqing tomorrow.... it's going to rain.... I'd rather just order subs or something. She says bring something. Calls me yesterday, what are you bringing, I said watermelon. Jeff went shopping today for it. Today she says, don't bring anything, we'll have tons of left overs from this party.... I was so pissed.... I said, we already bought the watermelon, did you think we were going to wait until mother's day to go buy it????? I told him to buy two because I love watermelon, and we'd have one for our house and one for theirs........

And they always want us to come over 2pm... HELLO... what's the damn rush.... I wish my kids could get their naps in before we come..... Why do we have to eat so damn early? We are not on their strange retired schedule... and wake up 10am, eat breakfast at 11am.... and expect to eat lunch/dinner at 3pm....... so then what do you do at 6-7pm, when you are starving....... and it's almost bedtime. What's wrong with coming over 4-5pm..... and eating at a normal time..... I'll never forget christmas. They tell us 3pm... and we got there exactly at 3pm, and they were calling us on the way... Where are you? And we couldn't even eat anything right away, they rushed us opening gifts... they had already eaten without us.... then why did you tell us to come at 3pm then?

Ugh, I could go on and on about my MIL rants.... as most of you know already.... and I'm sure hubby doesn't appreciate hearing them all the time.... I try and not rant so much, but they are strange. I love them, but they are very very strange........