I'm officially an asshole

We had a few nice days last week so Spiderman and I took Jack to the park on St. Patrick's day to use the baby swings. While we're there swinging another couple comes up with their little girl. She's really teeny and cute and they start pushing her on the swing next to us.

All of us new parents are taking pictures and making faces and the kids are looking at times like tiny hostages of the paparazzi. The father of the little girl was very chatty and asked us how old Jack was. I told him 7 months and thought "Oh, no" by the expression on the couples faces. I hate when parents get into the developmental Olympics. "How old is your little one?" I asked. "Nine months", they replied. Their little girl was half Jack's size.

This happens a lot.
Jack is babyzilla.

I told them that Jack is in the 95th percentile in both height and weight and that he's just huge. I was hoping that this would be a comfort to them, but Spiderman said it just sounded like I was bragging. I didn't want to seem like I was bragging so I told them how my sister was really petite when she was little. That the dr's used to measure her every time my mom took her to the dr and they thought she was going to be a midget, but she eventually caught up. I thought I was being reassuring and the more I kept talking the more I was digging myself into a hole. Diarrhea of the mouth if you will.

Eventually the couple took their little girl and went on the slides. I wanted to call after them "Really, I'm a nice person!" "I have friends!"
But it was too late. I can't really say that I blame them.

I'm officially an asshole.

Trouble and a Half

So what's new with me? I've been reading my Kindle like crazy. I discovered The Hunger Games and obsessively read them all one right after the other. Seriously good books! Now I'm trying to deal with the depression and withdrawl that comes with finishing a good series. Those of you readers know what I'm talking about.

Also? As of tonight Spiderman and I are officially in trouble.

Proud Mama

Partially because I'm lazy and partially because I want to have a nice, happy, not-about-me-being-sick post I'm going to talk about Jackson.
He's gotten SO big and such a little personality. He sits up really well now and is *this* close to crawling. He gets up on all fours and rocks, eventually pushing himself into a sitting position. He still rolls everywhere though and gets into Everything. And everything goes into his mouth.
Isn't he the cutest almost 7 month old ever? He's always chattering away and he's very "busy". Always moving and looking around. Once he figures out the crawling thing we're in trouble. He's very smiley and giggly and loves his jumperoo. I call it maniacal jumping. Today he jumped for 45 minutes straight flailing his arms and squealing the whole time.

He is Spiderman's and my joy. How can you have a bad day when you see this happy little guy?

A Gift Horse

I think the last post jinxed me. That evening I made a trip to the ER doubled over in pain. They sent me home with pain meds, and the next day my pee turned the color of tea.
I followed up with my Dr and after several tests and another trip to the ER they figure that a stone got out of my gallbladder before they removed it and is in the common bile duct blocking off my liver.
So that was keeping me busy for the last two weeks.
Tomorrow I go in to have them try to remove it.
Hopefully after this I will be back to normal......whatever that is.