Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I’m Sorry Cameron

I have suffered from migraines since Cameron was 3 months old. And, so, I have always contributed the migraines to being pregnant with him and delivering him…a delivery with very non-effective pain meds.

But, I started to rethink that. Tonight, at dinner, during the 25 minute discussion with Tyler about him having to eat a meatball before he could have another cheese filled breadsticks…a meatball that was less than 1 inch in diameter…I really began to rethink that.

When Cameron was 3 months old, Tyler would have been 2 ½ years old, about the time he would have started talking with words & sentences. I think that might be what caused the onset of the migraines. And here I've been "blaming" Cameron for all of these years!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

What would I do without her

I took Amata with me last week to Mankato, to get some supplies for CJ & take Baylee to Now-Care (She was not exactly looking her best, with yellow gook coming out of her eyes & her nose). From the back seat Amata said, “Mom, you need to follow that white line. Don’t go over the yellow line, just follow the white line.” And then, “You’re doing a good job, mama. You’re following the white line.”

I have no idea who taught my four year old to drive, but thank goodness she was with. Because I’ve only been driving for over half of my life, so I may not have known to stay between the lines otherwise.

I did feel a little bit better when she started telling Chris the same thing on the way to my dad’s last weekend. Apparently, I’m not the only one who needed a little help driving.

And at least it was better than the new phrase she must have learned from TV…as she was getting out of the car with Chris, she told a nearby bird that she was going to “kick some ass.” I realize it is not the worst thing she could have said, but still not something I want to hear coming out of my 4 year old’s mouth!

Monday, June 8, 2009

He's Back

Baby CJ came back last Monday. Quite honestly, I’m not exactly sure why he was pulled again. I’m guessing she relapsed, but I’m not sure. She’s definitely using now, though; she was on a roll on Friday. First I received a phone call from his great-aunt in that morning. CJ’s mother apparently texted his paternal grandmother saying that CJ was with his biological father, so they wanted to make sure that CJ was still here. Then right after lunch I received a phone call from the Winnebago County Sheriff’s Department that they were looking for a potential missing child to see if I had him, because she apparently called 911 saying she just ran CJ over.

Last I heard she was in jail, I’m not sure if it’s for the fake 911 call or something else.

Last month at my garage sale, I decided to sell our extra car seats. I figured CJ was with his mom, and it was very unlikely that the county would place another baby with us since we are not wanting to adopt any more children. So, I do take full responsibility. If I would have hung on to that until next year, he probably wouldn’t have come back. His grandmother in California does still want him, so hopefully his parents rights will be terminated soon so that the paperwork can be started for him to go there.