Still Kicking...

Well... two nights down... The baby has slept in his own room for two nights now, and we are about to attempt a third. We leave for Fort Worth tomorrow morning. No big deal, just another neurology check up for Sam. I was browsing other people's blogs last night and ran across one that really upset me. Some MORON posing as a human being has a blog making fun of people with Angelman Syndrome! I say posing as a human because you have to have a beating heart and a brain to be classified as human, and this person obviously has neither. He even went so far as to make fun of the DEATH of a boy who had Angelman Syndrome. He described the child's death as "cartoonish". People like that piss me off SO BAD!!! I don't understand how someone can be so heartless to another family's pain and loss. Some people just shouldn't open their mouths about things they know nothing about! GGRRRRRR! Now I'm all wound up about it again!Oh well... I need to pack for our trip, and put the kids to bed now, so I will sign off and post again when we get back in town. Wish us luck!

I am a terrible mother...

Or so my son seems to think. He is currently screaming his little head off in his baby bed in his room, because he kept pinching and hitting me to stay awake. I have decided it is time for him to learn to calm himself down without my intervention. He throws a major fit any time he doesn't get his way, and I just know if I don't nip it in the bud right now I will have hell to pay when he hits toddlerhood. I am so in awe at the difference between Auron and Samantha. I mean besides the obvious boy/girl stuff. Samantha never wanted to be held when she was this age. She wanted to be in the middle of the floor where she could see everything. Auron on the other hand, get seriously pissed the second his feet or butt touch anything other than Mommy or Daddy. Unless of course he is chasing Grace (our cat). He is getting faster and she is getting more and more spooked from running away from him. I don't worry too much about Grace biting the kids, but I worry more everyday for Grace because BOTH kids bodyslam/bite/pull her tail/chase her.... Well, you get the point. Quite frankly Grace was psychotic enough before the kids got so mobile, and now she is taking her frustration out on my living room furniture, and it was shabby before her cuisanart trip. Now its just plain trashy looking. I think declawing might be in order. I just cant decide if I should declaw the cat or the kids. HMMMM.... He stopped crying for almost a full five minutes before he restarted, maybe he is winding down and will pass out soon. Samantha gave herself a bloody lip today. She has been chewing her fingers so bad we have kept socks on her hands for the last week to try and reduce the trauma to her already chapped hands, but her poor lips are so dry and chapped now. She rubs the chapstick off chewing on the socks on her hands. I'm afraid its a lose lose situation. I just hope she doesn't end up with gangrene. That would be more than we could handle I think. Then again, we have already handled nine operations. We have almost lost Sam five times, four from seizures and one from infection, and we almost lost Auron once when he was two weeks old. So I guess we can handle just about anything life throws at us. Well the baby fell asleep finally. And the kicker... He is sleeping sitting straight up in his bed. LOL! How funny is that?! Only one of my kids could pull that off at eight months old.... Well, off to bed now... I hope...

Its 3AM.... AGAIN...

So here I sit at three in the morning again, baby asleep in my arms... at least until I attempt to doze off sitting straight up in the chair... and then it starts... the crying and the squirming and the hitting and the cussing... OK... so the last one is me, not him. And God forbid I try to go lay down in my bed with the baby in tow, or worse, try to put him in his own bed! You would think I was killing the kid! I do not remember the last time I had more than thirty minutes of uninterrupted sleep. Highschool maybe? But no... I didn't really sleep then either. The major difference is that back then I got to choose when I stayed awake and when I went to sleep. NO LONGER. My life has been invaded by two tiny terrorists. They take shifts trying to drive me over the edge. Sometimes they gang up on me. I have informed my husband that I either need a vacation away from the kids for AT LEAST two full days, or he needs to build me my own little rubber room someplace in the house. I remember once upon a time... when I still had a life that was mine... and money... and friends... and some semblance of sanity... and a waistline... but I try not to dwell. Mr. Sandman, knock my butt out!!! And please get both kids while your at it!!! I should only need like two weeks solid of sleep to catch up... That's not too much to ask is it? Hello?...... OH WELL... you can't blame a girl for trying.