This weekend Kermit decided it was a good time to learn to crawl out of the Pack n' Play. Normally, he sleeps in a crib, but since we are without a home at the moment, he has been sleeping in the Pack n' Play. This makes it very easy for him to get out of his bed at night. Luckily there was nothing for him to get hurt on, except the bed, which he likes to go 'jumpie, jumpie' on. So Todd got up and poked his head in the Kermit's room, only to find him jumping on the bed and everytime he was in the air he would say 'daddie'! Pretty cute, but very dangerous. He would never crawl out when it was dark out, he can't see anything, but it was morning so he was ready to get out of bed for the day. Makes your heart stop to think of him hitting the wall in the bedroom. When we were watching him jumpie, jumpie while trying to get him ready the next morning he was jumping with absolutely no fear. Almost hit the wall and the head board in one jump. Time to build a roof over his bed!
Baby X has been named -- Roman James. Cutest little thing. Same initials as my dad. Lots of dark hair and so very snuggly. I have held him a few times, can't wait for more.
In the process of trying to clean our new house. Tell me again why I signed up for that? It is so hard to get anything done, when you don't have someone to watch the monkey. We had to wait for my mom to get done with church so she could baby sit while we went to work on the house. By the time we got down there it was already 1.00. Then the Twins were playing so not much work was done, I had to listen to the game. We're in a playoff hunt you know. And since you know so much about it, we won the division and are set to play again on Tuesday at home. Which by the way, sucks that NY got all the night games. Might have to take a LONG lunch to watch the Twins on TV during the day. Maybe I can stream it live on my computer. Shhhh, don't tell the big guy.
Todd went to the Dr. today to have his 'heart attack' checked out. Turns out it really wasn't a heart attack (which we actually thought it was for a little bit), but instead just really really REALLY bad heart burn. They ran a bunch of tests and are going to get back to him. He couldn't eat for the last 4-5 days. That's right 4-5 days with out eating more than church mice do. It burned too bad to swallow. That's normal -- Right? At least that's what my husband thought. I couldn't get him to go in for the life of me, or rather him.
That sums up the weekend. Wish I had more Kermit stories, but he was pretty tame this weekend.