I finally took Carter in to get his four month shots. The problem is that he is five months. I think I truly may be going down the bad mom path.
He is still in 3-6month clothes. I've never had a child this small before. He weighs 15 pounds even-steven (20th percentile). He's also short. I can't remember his length, but I remember it's 30th percentile.
I guess all that wishing Trevor and I did for a small baby has payed off in all aspects. He was smaller at birth and has stayed small. Every single one of the other kids were in 90th percentile at every appointment.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Snooty Patooty
Apparently I am a snob. Yes. Me. Snobby.
We have looked at two houses for rent.
The first house was expensive. More than what we pay where we are currently living. I walked in with high expectations, only to find gross 1980s olive green carpet in the living room and even grosser brown 19-who-knows-how-old stretched out and bunched up carpet in the bedrooms. I couldn't put my finger on whatever the smell was that was accompanying the cigarette smell permeating the house. It had a lovely basement that was a maze of hallways and rooms. It was dark and had teeeeeeny tiny windows. The light switches and window edges had been sloppily painted in the years gone by, and even worse, the windows of the house were covered in plastic to keep the cold at bay. Not to mention the carpet. Nasty, nasty carpet everywhere.
I told Trevor NO WAY.
That is until the next day when we looked at a second house. We picked up the key from the property manager who just looked at us and smirked. We pulled up to the house. This was a meth house guys, no joke. One side of the garage door was hanging by the bottom hinge (the doors swung out). We walked inside. A pane of glass was missing from the front window. They had covered it with plastic and sealed the edges of the plastic with duck tape. The walls were disgusting. The house smelled of urine and cigarette smoke and something else which I would guess to be drugs of some kind? One of the bedroom doors had been kicked in and the latch was broken. Do I even need to talk about the carpet? The kitchen was falling apart. The basement, which boasted of two bedrooms, had no carpet; just cement floors. Also, graffiti on the walls. As we walked out of the house, we noticed the glass was missing from the front door and had been covered with a piece of plywood.
So what is wrong with me? Why did I pass on a perfectly good house? The first house, in retrospect, was a palace. We should have rented it! Agh. But I would have hated it! I am such a snob!
What to do.
What to do.
We have looked at two houses for rent.
The first house was expensive. More than what we pay where we are currently living. I walked in with high expectations, only to find gross 1980s olive green carpet in the living room and even grosser brown 19-who-knows-how-old stretched out and bunched up carpet in the bedrooms. I couldn't put my finger on whatever the smell was that was accompanying the cigarette smell permeating the house. It had a lovely basement that was a maze of hallways and rooms. It was dark and had teeeeeeny tiny windows. The light switches and window edges had been sloppily painted in the years gone by, and even worse, the windows of the house were covered in plastic to keep the cold at bay. Not to mention the carpet. Nasty, nasty carpet everywhere.
I told Trevor NO WAY.
That is until the next day when we looked at a second house. We picked up the key from the property manager who just looked at us and smirked. We pulled up to the house. This was a meth house guys, no joke. One side of the garage door was hanging by the bottom hinge (the doors swung out). We walked inside. A pane of glass was missing from the front window. They had covered it with plastic and sealed the edges of the plastic with duck tape. The walls were disgusting. The house smelled of urine and cigarette smoke and something else which I would guess to be drugs of some kind? One of the bedroom doors had been kicked in and the latch was broken. Do I even need to talk about the carpet? The kitchen was falling apart. The basement, which boasted of two bedrooms, had no carpet; just cement floors. Also, graffiti on the walls. As we walked out of the house, we noticed the glass was missing from the front door and had been covered with a piece of plywood.
So what is wrong with me? Why did I pass on a perfectly good house? The first house, in retrospect, was a palace. We should have rented it! Agh. But I would have hated it! I am such a snob!
What to do.
What to do.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Scavenging
Grouchy neighbor-lady and her daughter moved. The daughter left in a hurry because she and her husband were not paying their rent. I am not sure why the mom left too, but she did. Anyway, this could turn into a long story.
They texted my landlord an apology saying something like how sorry they were to leave in a hurry and leave the place a little messy.
So I walked next door to check it out. Picture this: trash everywhere, mixed in with some furniture, clothes, cleaning supplies, old pizza, small appliances. Stuff was everywhere. Oh yeah, and the cat room. gross. Two used litter boxes. By used I mean...you know.
Luckily my parents happened to be visiting. I grabbed my dad and we went to town. He is always up for scavenging.
Here is what we found: A swing, a suitcase, a nice over the door hook, two gas cans, a tool box, a dresser, two fishing poles, two baseball bats with a carrying case, an entry-way table, a roll of duck tape, two rolls of packing tape, a brand new cd called Saxaphone Christmas, a crock pot, a few rolls of embroidery floss and a brand new cd of 40s music.
I think that was it.
Score!
They texted my landlord an apology saying something like how sorry they were to leave in a hurry and leave the place a little messy.
So I walked next door to check it out. Picture this: trash everywhere, mixed in with some furniture, clothes, cleaning supplies, old pizza, small appliances. Stuff was everywhere. Oh yeah, and the cat room. gross. Two used litter boxes. By used I mean...you know.
Luckily my parents happened to be visiting. I grabbed my dad and we went to town. He is always up for scavenging.
Here is what we found: A swing, a suitcase, a nice over the door hook, two gas cans, a tool box, a dresser, two fishing poles, two baseball bats with a carrying case, an entry-way table, a roll of duck tape, two rolls of packing tape, a brand new cd called Saxaphone Christmas, a crock pot, a few rolls of embroidery floss and a brand new cd of 40s music.
I think that was it.
Score!
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
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