Between 7:15-7:30. Magic time.

So my beautiful Maggie must go to bed in this 15 minute span.  I've decided this based on some very scientific evidence.

• She will not wake till 3 a.m. or so to eat, therefore sleeping until I have to wake her up at 6:30.
• If she goes to bed before or after this, she wakes up around 1 a.m. or earlier to eat, then again around 4:30, and decides it's morning and stays up, only to pass out around 630 when she should be up.
• I enjoy not being up at 4:30.
• PJ will usually sleep till I wake him.

Okay!  So that's that.

So, it's been brought to our attention that we are inheriting a decent sum of money from my FIL.  He made sure his children and grandchildren would receive the fruits of his hard work over the years.  We also know he'd be ecstatic to know that he helped us purchase the home we're going to raise our family in.  So it looks like we will hopefully be looking to move sometime later this year. A few things need to be done to our house so it is sellable, so we're hoping by summertime we'll get the ball rolling.  Of course, we have to settle all the affairs with FIL's stuff first, and actually get what we're entitled to based on his wishes.  But we assume that will be taken care of in the next month.

PJ now puts himself in timeout.  We simply say "timeout" and he goes and sits on the stairs.  I am not sure how effective it is when he's cracking up and smiling the whole time, but hey at least he stays in timeout.  He's testing his boundaries big time.  Spitting out his drinks, climbing on stuff he knows he shouldn't.  And then's there the tantrum.  Which basically consists of him throwing himself to the floor and laying there.  No crying, no screaming, just laying there.  Pretty good tantrum!

Maggie is still just gorgeous.  I look her and I don't understand how I produced such a beautiful little girl.

Such is life. :)

Babes, and other stuff, but not happy stuff

Good night of sleeping for miss Maggie last night.  Good thing too.

My FIL is back in the hospital.  There's a laundry list of things that are wrong with him, and things that could be wrong with him, so I'll save it till we have an answer.

I never thought, at 31 years old, when I have two small children, that the imminent death of not only my own mom, but my husband's dad wou.ld be something to be concerned about.  My grandmother was 82 when she died.  John's grandma was 77, and he still has his other three grandparents, all nearing 80.  Their children are in their 50s.  Why do we have to worry about this in our 30s??

I'm amazed my FIL is still around, to be honest.  It defies logic.  It also infuriates me that the things that are wrong with him he did to HIMSELF, whereas my mom is suffering from what I am convinced is the worst disease you can possibly have.  Through no fault of her own.  Through no ability to prevent, treat or cure ALS.  I've seen her go from the never stopping, always doing something, spunky mom that I had to someone who cannot move at all on her own, barely can speak, and has wittled down to 93 pounds in less than two years.  And I have to know that she KNOWS what is going on.  It's the worst fucking disease out there.  I get the cancer is bad.  I get that other diseases are bad.  But not only is ALS so fucking terrible, there's no funding for it.  There's no research, because the government doesn't think enough people have it.  Nice.

If my mom is here one year from today, I'd be beyond surprised.  The Universe has shit on us for awhile -- we've gotten some amazing things too -- our wonderful, amazing, phenomenal kids.  PJ and Maggie are the world to both of us.  I honestly don't think we'd have gotten through any of the bullshit without them.  But we've lost a baby, we've lost Neo, our dear dog, my mom got diagnosed with ALS, John's dad has so many things wrong with him.  I just hope, Universe, that you don't decide to take my mom and John's dad around the same time.  Because that would just be the cruelest punishment for two people who really, really don't deserve it.