He had a great birthday. He loved the attention, and mostly the balloons. He loved Christmas, too. Although Jaxon liked Andrei's presents more than Andrei did. Andrei liked Logan's presents. Greener grass, and all that, I suppose.
I've been sick for like a month and a half. It's super annoying, and I'm pretty sure I've never been sick for this long before. I also think it may have something to do with nursing. I think I'm not keeping any nutrients for myself and that I need to slow it down. I have been taking sage for like a week, but it's done nothing. And it hurts to not nurse, so I'm being a little pansy about stopping. I started with just doing it less often, like only when I'm putting him to sleep (but it still hurts). My bloody noses stopped, so that's a good sign.
Funny Story #1:
Andrei is fascinated with toothbrushes. He loves to chew on them. And for some reason, he always seems to find Ashley's toothbrush. She's gotten like five new toothbrushes so far. She thinks someone is giving Andrei her toothbrush to play with. Sounds like she's in denial about leaving her stuff in the wrong place, but it would be pretty funny if someone were giving Andrei her toothbrushes all the time...
Funny Story #2:
Sometimes I take Andrei to the mall to get him out of the house. We go to Barnes and Noble where he plays in the kiddy section and I read. One time (after he had fallen asleep), I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye, and looked over to see a teeny, tiny bird hopping on the carpet toward a corner (probably looking for refuge... in a corner).
Yes, a real bird in the book store. Hopping on the carpet. And she was the cutest freaking bird I've ever seen! She was about as tall as my thumb, and as wide as three fingers. I decided she was a girl, and often got lost, and loved books, just like me.
Of course... I had to catch the bird in the book store. So after about five minutes of me crawling around and probably looking like a creeper, I stood tall and proud with my miniature prize. As tall as five-feet-two inches can be, anyway. I named her Dixxy Chickenlegs.
I would have taken her outside myself, but I didn't want to stray too far from my sleeping baby, so I peeked around the corner and caught the attention of the first Barnes and Noble sales associate I saw. He was a young boy in that awkward stage of life, and I was about to make his day.
I held my cupped hands out to him when he approached and told him that I had a present for him. He looked uncertain, probably because he thought I was hitting on him (which also would have made his day, I'm guessing).
Anyway, as I began transferring Dixxy Chickenlegs, I told him I had found a little bird and that I would leave her fate in his hands... literally.
His eyes grew wide, he stared down at his hands, and started freaking out. "Oh, my gosh!" Then he turned around and began addressing his compadres. "Guys! Guys, I have a BIRD! This is the coolest day, EVER!"
I was sad to see my little Dixxy Chickenlegs go, but I knew that she had to learn to fly and strike out on her own... to live her happy little bird life.
Little smarty pants.I'm not sure if these videos will work... but I tried.
