A Tisket, a Tasket...He Ain't Gettin' in the Damn Basket.

We got to the mall and he was in a GREAT MOOD.
He looked so handsome in his plaid shortalls that his Gigi bought for him.

We get in line and their eyes meet.....

Big smiles all AROUND!

We are so gonna OWN this picture.
 When it's our turn, he walks right up!
Even waving hello!
YESSSSS!


But then it's time for him to sit in his lap and smile for the camera....


NOT.SO.MUCH.

They're friends and all, but they're not THAT close.

There were no screams or tears, but it was clear that there weren't going to be any snuggles or smiles either.


Sigh.

At least it's a step up from our run-in with Santa....

I think.


Guys! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Look at how little he was last year!!!!!!

I may cry.

....excuse me. 
SOB.

Eviction Notice.

For my gall bladder, that is.

I FINALLY saw the general surgeon yesterday morning and he said its gotta come OUT.

This makes me relieved and nervous at the same time.

I'll be glad to not have gall attacks anymore (I was in the ER AGAIN last Saturday), but surgery always is a little risky...

Will it be fine? I'm sure it will, but having O has made me a bit of a NervousNellie.

The surgery hasn't been scheduled, the surgeon has to get approval from Medi-Cal first. I hope it goes smoothly and speedily so this I can get this mess over with!

I still haven't gotten the results of the biopsies they did during my colonoscopy, so there's no updates on that yet.

[I did file a complaint, btw. Just a written one-I had no desire to get all sue-y about it, I just wanted to make sure it was documented so it hopefully won't happen to someone else]

I never heard from the Uro guy after that craptacular appointment, so I'm thinking I'm going to have to find another one and start that process all over again.
Yaaaaaaay.

But, while having the bladder of an incontinent octogenarian isn't exactly sexy, it ain't life-threatening, so I'm putting it on the back burner 'til the gallbladder/colon/stomach sitch is figured out.

Other than that,
I'm exhausted.
STRESSED.
Fighting off a bout of depression.

I lay awake at night wondering how we're going to weather all of this financially.

Weirdest of all, though?

I really want to have another baby.

I KNOW. I must really be going off the deep-end...

I think I'm just afraid we won't be able to try for another one before the option is taken away from me health-wise...?

I know that I am super-lucky to have one healthy baby, and I'm not trying to be greedy, but I know that the Hubs and I would be sad if we didn't at least try to have a sibling for O.

Anyhoo-in happier news:

O's FIRST BIRTHDAY party is on Saturday!

(I'm having a hard time accepting that he'll be 1 soon.)
I'm excited, but WORRIED. We had planned to have it in the backyard, but with the weather being all torrential, I don't think that's happening...and my IL's downstairs isn't exactly "kid-friendly."

I know O won't give a rip, but I just want it to be a special day.

Cross your fingers!

I'll post about the festivities next week!!!

I miss blogging. And regular showers...

I can't ever seem to find the time to get on here anymore, and when I do, I want to read up on the comings/goings of my fellow bloggers...by then Owen is awake.

Owen will be 4-months-old on the 28th.

Whhhhhaaaaaaaat?

Didn't I just come home from the hospital?

It really feels like that half the time, and the other half feels like I've been doing this for nigh half a century.

He's such a sweet and beautiful boy.

Sometimes, I'm fairly certain that I will LOSE my mind b/c I love him so much, but I hear that this hanging-off-the-edge-of-sanity thing is totally normal for parents, so breathe a sigh of relief, Honey!

No single-parenting for you!

Ahem.

O is getting bigger by the minute, he smiles and laughs a lot, he desperately wants to stand, sit up, roll over, drive a car, shave, etc., but doesn't seem to get that he's a little young still...

This results in a very pissed off little boy from time to time!

(is it wrong that I find it funny?)

He also babbles ALL THE TIME. He's a little chatty Kathy. It's pretty much the cutest of cute, except for when he wants to do it at 2 in the morning....

He sleeps about 6-7 hour blocks a night, and has been doing so for the last month and a half, which is like HEAVEN!

We finally had to take him out of our bed and put him into a play-yard on Tuesday night, because he's so active that we were afraid co-sleeping was becoming unsafe.

We thought we were in for a long night of tears...

And we were, except the tears were mine.

He was just peachy. He loves his new bed!

Speaking of which, I can hear Talky McBlab-Blab has awoken from his nap....