So it's easier to blog without having a title. I mean, sometimes titles are good. But sometimes it makes me conform to only being able to write about something that pertains to that topic, like an essay or something. Yeah. I get it now. Okay so anyway, that's not to say I won't have anymore titles to capture the eyes of some roaming blogger who wants to join in on the fun, hee hee. With all that said and done, I can now blog about nothing.
I really need to stick to my newly made sked. That's short for schedule for all you non-crossword players out there. I have broken down my days into thirty minute increments and blocked off times for certain activities. Well, it's hard to implement when my levels of busy-ness fluctuates so much. And I haven't blocked out time for blogging, man. Anyway, I have cut out a lot of my early morning stuff, like working out. Too bad, but I'm going to try to block out a time for strolling the kids around the neighborhood. It could happen!
I have changed my routine in order to "fatten" Tripp up more. Tripp went to the doctor for his check-up and although he hadn't lost any weight, he hadn't gained any either, probably because he is CRAWLING and oh yeah, trying to STAND all the time. And after having Tripp perform these acts, the doctor was still concerned and had me go to the hospital for some lab work. Well, I wish it was me, because those needles looked so huge in his little arms. They needed 4 vials of blood, a stool sample, a urine sample, and some sweat. They informed me that they don't do the "sweat test" there, so I was to forgo that one for now. My mom was coming to the hospital to wait with me, good thing too. Tripp only poops once a day, so I had her bring that diaper from home. We still had to wait an hour for Tripp to pee, but he finally did his business and we could leave. I haven't gotten the results back yet, but I'm sure he's fine. I wish we knew more about Adam as a baby, but... it probably wouldn't have helped anyway considering his bio-mom's bad habits.
Bringing up Adam, he is going to have yet another cool scar to show off. He had a deep puncture wound in the meaty part of his hand under his thumb and got 4 stitches. Luckily, he did it at work, and luckily, he can still perform his duties. But he's been pretty good at not complaining. You see, he has a very low pain tolerance, which he adamantly defends. I tease him about being a hypochondriac, but he is getting old and when I tease him about that he usually stops complaining. But it's true and when I think about that, I'm more willing to encourage to go to the doctor and find out what's wrong. My mind still tries to trick me into thinking I'm still in my early twenties.
We grew up in pretty much the same type of environment- poor, with lots of kids, only got what we needed, etc. But we have very different outlooks in life.
Adam- I make my own money, so now I can buy whatever I want, when I want.
Eve- Oh, we better save all the money we can in case something happens and we need it.
I think we have a good balance so far. We've been able to have some good family trips and have been able to pay off a lot of bad debt that has haunted Adam's past from a previous life. We struggle a lot here and there, and sometimes I have to threaten to take his bank card away, but it always works out. I just wonder what outlook our kids will have?