Too Much Stuff

Packrats should never marry other packrats. They give birth to baby packrats. Then it all spirals completely out of control...

I am in the process of "de-cluttering" our house so we can put it on the market. We evidently need a bigger house, because we now have too much stuff to fit in the current space.

Honestly, though, we have a tiny yard. Now that AJ is getting bigger, we need to find somewhere he can run around and be a kid. We are also operating our travel agency out of the guest bedroom. Which works fine unless you actually want to have some guests.

The past couple of weeks have been a trip down memory lane as we have cleaned out the attic and found things from our childhoods that we still can't bear to part with.

This is going to take a while...

Sitting at home

I awoke this morning to day four of being a single mom (cuz hubby is out of town). He won't be back from New Orleans until late tonight. Anyway, I woke up AJ to get ready for school, and he started the hoarse, "barky" cough at me. Yippee!

At 6:00am I was doing a breathing treatment. Our first in well over a year...it didn't help, apparently that's not what's wrong. I asked AJ if his throat or his ears or his nose or his chest hurt (all separate questions, of course). I was told no to every area. He wasn't running a fever, and wasn't acting sick at all. There was just this cough. I tried to give him some cough medicine. He held it in his mouth and spit it back out all over the white shirt he was wearing. Yippee!

Then I noticed that his left eye was all red. Yippee! Yelling ensued as I (tried to) put a drop of Vigamox in his eye. Now we're definitely going to the doctor.

AJ wants to go to church; not to the doctor. As we waited to leave for the pediatrician, AJ kept calling me into the room to tell me, "I all better now. I not choking anymore. Don't need a shot."

We left at 7:30 for the doctor's office. We (thankfully) haven't had to go there in a while. Unfortunately, during our absence, the doctor moved her offices. I vaguely remembered her telling me that she was building new offices in Cinco Ranch. I drove around the area for a little while until I found the new building.

AJ goes bouncing into the waiting room without a care in the world. The ladies at the desk look at me like I'm just paranoid. I'm beginning to think that myself. AJ is playing with the train table in the waiting room and yelling "ALL ABOARD!"

Little consolation....AJ really is sick. He has a left ear infection and pink eye. I'm not going to work today, and he won't even act like he's sick. He told me the doctor gave him pink eye.

It's going to be a long day...

Fashion Don't

I think I have completely ruined my child's sense of fashion. Anyone who has seen AJ knows he's pretty skinny and really has no butt. It's very difficult to find pants to fit him. He is 3 years old, but his waist fits better into 18 month pants. We bought him some 24-month, but they would just slide right off of him within a few steps. Unfortunately, he is starting to get taller, so many of his pants are turning into severe "high-waters". A couple of months ago, we went to The Children's Place and found some 24-month jeans with an adjustable waistband. They fit him perfectly.

So yesterday, I was getting him dressed for church and put his jeans on him. He looked down and declared, "Mommy, they're too long!" I kept reassuring him that they were fine. But, poor baby, was practically in tears...and kept repeating "but they're too long...too long, mommy."

It was really kinda sad.