Summer time!

Edgar boy, you are loving summer!  This weekend we went camping with some friends up Blacksmith Fork Canyon.  That was the best fun you've ever had.  Crawling around in the grass, being outside.  I was worried that you would be scared when I laid you down alone in the tent, but you were so happy to still be outside that you didn't even make a peep.  You slept all night long.  You were such a good boy that I want to go camping again!

You still love the water.  You have gone swimming several times: with Emma, in the tub, at Miranda's house, in the dog bowl at the family reunion. YOu just love being wet.

You are the happiest boy.  I just love to be around you because your chubby little face and goofy teeth just make me smile every time I see them.  You were so good for me this morning.  I hurt my back and then you woke up at 7:30.  I couldn't hardly get out of bed.  All I could do was drop a bottle and a book into your bed when you woke up.  I felt so bad!  But you just drained your bottle and went back to sleep.  When you woke up again it was late enough that I could call Maryann and Miranda to help me.  I was really sick and couldn't do one thing for you.  All I could do was lay on the bathroom floor, and you sat outside the door and cried until Miranda came.  Then you bounced right back and were happy as a clam for the rest of the day. 

I Love you Edgar-Boy.  You make my heart happy.  This is you and Grandpa on the fourth of July.  You had such a blast eating cracker-jack and wearing his hat.  Almost one year old!

not feeling well...

Since its 4am and I am the only person in this hemisphere that is awake, I'm going to go ahead and complain a bit.

My husband is falling apart at the seams.  He has at least two canker soars in his mouth and i'm pretty sure his Ulnar nerve in both arms is shot.  He came home from work yesterday because he was in too much pain to stay there.  The dr knows nothing and he can't be refferred to someone else until the insurance lady gets back from her 9 year vacation. 

Since my husband can't help me I tried to re-arrange the boy's room by myself so my Brother-in-law could live with us.  Somehow doing that I crunked my back.  Now I need a chiropracter more than ever, but still can't afford one. 

The humidifier triggered my asthma.  Now I'm all wheezy and can't sleep.  Not to mention shaky and cold from my inhaler.  And I can't go back to my nice warm bed because I'll wake up my poor husband.  Being up at night in the house sucks for one very good reason:

Cockroaches.

Tonight I KILLED at least 13 baby roaches. 

I just want to be asleep