Someone had a bad day!

I hate it when Jeremy has a bad day and all I can do is laugh about it!

Yesterday was just a rough day all around. Lucas had to get his first set of 5 baby shots yesterday. I put the LMX4 medicine on his thighs so that they would be numb, and covered them with the tegaderm bandages, but he still felt one of the shots, and it broke my heart when he started crying. Even now, my eyes well up with tears just thinking about it. But hes 11lbs, 1oz, 22½" long and his head is 39¼ cm in circumference. Hes healthy as he should be. I gave him tylenol before the shots and afterward, so hopefully, he didnt feel too much discomfort. Some people would say I am spoiling him or making him a sissy. But I dont see it that way. No one should have to feel pain that isn't necessary, kids especially. And this way, he wont have a fear of the doctor when he gets older. And right now, all I can do is love him. You cant spoil a 2 month old baby. All you can do is love them.

Now, on to Jeremy's saga...He is so silly! He had a trailer tire blow up in his face yesterday. So, about 70 pounds of pressure and tire pieces were in his skin. He has road burn on his neck, and his face is swollen. Last night, Mama, Daddy, Jenn and Charlie came over and we made enchiladas for dinner. Well, Jeremy and Charlie were in our bedroom watching something on the tv back there because I was watching Madagascar. Jeremy must have been rushing out of our room, and he stubbed his toe. So, hes hopping on his left foot, holding his right foot. He steps in poop. Oh, yes. Maverick still isnt completely housebroken yet, and he still has accidents. And Jeremy found it. What are the odds? So, now, he is hopping on his hurt foot and cussing up a storm. I go in there and I ask him what the problem is, because hes like " @#$%! *&^! @^$#*^#($^*#(^$#($^#Q(*$^(*" So, I ask him why is he yelling at me? What does he want me to do about it? And he yells that he wants me to help him get the sh*t off of his foot, literally. So, my Mom tries to help him, and that just makes him even more angry. So, he snatches the paper towel from her and tries to do it himself with no luck. He is sitting on the edge of the bath tub with his jean yanked up to his upper thigh, washing his foot, muttering about dinner burning. Throughout his tantrum, my Dad has his hands over Lucas' ears, telling him "hear no evil, poot, hear no evil." So, jeremys opinion of this whole situation is that he has had a shitty day. First the tire explodes in his face, then he stubs his toe, then he steps in poop, and then we all laugh at him. Later on that night, he took a shower, and I was picking the tire ply out of his skin, and that was painful. So, he gets done and we were talking about how sore the road burn was on his neck. I get this idea that I will spray it with the dermoplast that the hospital sent home for me after I had Lucas. It will work. So, I spray it, and of course, he keeps talking. The mist lands in his mouth, and his tongue is numb. So, now, he had a tire blow up in his face, he stepped in shit, no one appreciates him, and his tongue is numb. I am starting to this that maybe he should stay in bed some days.

Well, I have some submittals to do...before I leave for my appointment. I finish the accounting so quickly now, and Debbie has created some great procedures that make it go easier. Wish me luck!