How to spend a Saturday with your dad

As I'm sure I've mentioned, we are working on a family project in regard to 1) grave sites and 2)the family tree. My dad and I went to St Adalberts last Saturday and we have to go back again. Why? We kinda did not get all the grave locations for one side of the family and I want to solve the mystery of who is in the family plot before I go to Disney and forget (with the aid of alcohol). And yes, you can still get a family plot, at least at some of the Catholic Cemeteries around here, its 4 graves and a big stone and its not cheap.

So here is the family plot in question:

Yeah, a little bit to figure out. No big deal. If I can, I want to get to Bohemian National to look for other family, I have a feeling there are lots of my relatives there. I'll let you know when I get done.

BTW, the project is tentatively called Searching for Mildred. Mildred is,we believe, a child who died in 1929, except there are no birth or death records online for her and my Grand Aunt (don't call her Great) Blanche said there was a child who died after her, we had thought she was the youngest in that family. So, I want to figure out if this was the child she was talking about or not, or was it someone else, no relation. Its not that common of a last name we are looking at. Either its the Chicago ones or the Texas ones, did the emigrate through Texas or Louisiana?

Letters

Dear Father,
If I was able to discuss my significant issues with the principal, do you think I would be taking my child out of your school and leaving the parish? Do you think these are small issues based on my actions? Don't make policies if you are not going to enforce them.
Jennifer
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Dear school office,
I'm not sure who sent home the disease notice from the health department. You know the one that went into the children's folders TODAY, but its always a good idea to get it out before the immunization clinics have passed. The clinic was two days ago and I just found out. You could have saved me a co-pay.
Jennifer
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Dear co-workers,
What part of "don't take my picture" do you not understand? Seriously? If I wanted to be reminded I had the family chin, I get a reminder every time I wash my hands. And you take such close ups of my pores and the bags under my eyes, I'm sick of it. Its not a joke. I don't find it funny. I've asked nicely before and I'm not going to be so nice in the future. If you said "please don't bring in such and so food or use a certain perfume," I wouldn't laugh at you, I would honor your wishes. Why can't you honor mine?
Yes, I brought a camera for when the guest of honor was speaking. But, don't worry, I deleted the two pictures I took before I walked out, so my husband will not see them, even thought they were shot from a distance and do not highlight anyone's double chins. You are the ones that can have your picture taken, not me. Also, the constant flash action kept me thinking I was going to have a seizure this morning and afternoon, until someone else confirmed you guys were taking many, many pictures. Again. And someone else thinks that is funny, until she'll be the one picking me up off the floor.
And I am seriously not going to the summer outing as one of you said to me when I asked not to take my pic, "don't worry, we'll get your picture." Yeah, ain't happening until I lose 60 lbs or go on Prozac.
Jennifer
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Dear Police Department,
I understand the need for Seatbelt checks and road blocks, I'm not disagreeing with you on that one. I've been bucked in since I was a few months old. But, could you have picked a better location on that road? Everyone going 5 miles an hour through a curve in the road with a stop light in there is not so much fun. And during morning rush hour. Umm, the one by the White Castle was much better and you could check cars during the stop lights. Please consider. Thanks

One busy holiday weekend

Well, the first holiday weekend of the summer is over, Bri has two days of school left and Jimmy has three. Eight days until Disney. Whoo-Hoo!
Unfortunately, we had to stimulate the economy this weekend again. Thursday night, James dropped his cell phone on the driveway and hit it just right to take out the screen. The problem is that we don't want to stay with the current carrier when the contract expires next February, the service area has been a problem. We needed another phone, but did not want to extend the contract, we bought a go phone at WalMart and once we switched out the SIM chip, it will work for now. So, we replaced that on Friday along with the two year old microwave that abruptly died. James went to make mac n cheese for the kids and it turned on but did not run. So the light came on, but did not cook. Yeah, add dinner at IHOP and you can see how expensive my weekend could have been. Luckily, the microwave didn't influence any other appliances so it was fine.
Saturday, we went to St. Adalberts to work on the family project. My dad went with me and we both got sunburned! Who would have thought? We still have a lot to work on, we found some of the family and we have the mystery of exactly how many kids are buried in a family plot in the old part of the cemetery to solve. There are no marking on the monument of names or headstones. My dad remembers when his grandpa was buried that they had to move children's caskets around in the family plot to make room for him. We also need to figure out the full size of the plot. We found out some children on the other side of the family were in 25 year graves, so they have been buried over since, the sections no longer exist. They died back in the early 20th century. I haven't even started on my husband's family yet.
Sunday, we had my Uncle D, dad and father in law over for a barbeque. We watched the Mars program on the Science Channel, and were disapointed there was no live footage. Oh well, maybe soon they will release the pictures.
Monday, Eema took the kids for us and we went to breakfast. I had the best pancakes. Key Lime Pie Cakes, oh so good! I could eat them every day, but who know how many points they had! Then we went to the mall for a bit and picked up Jimmy from Eema's. We ran a couple of errands and ate pizza. Then Jim went to get Bri and I listed clothes on Ebay.
So that was the weekend. Not too bad, trying to get ready for Disney. Right now, I think Eema is the most excited and she just got back.

Things I really don't like saying out loud

I am really worried about something, namely someone. I've had worries about Jimmy since birth and its not getting any easier. To be honest, I don't think things are getting better. Sure, we can understand about 70% of what he tells us and will sit still for 5 minutes sometimes.
But the sleep isn't getting better.
On a typical night, Jimmy goes to bed between 11 and 12 and gets up between 5 and 8(please no e-mails about how much sleep a 3 year old needs, I know this, this is the point of this post) and will maybe nap 1-3 hours. If we're really lucky, he stays asleep when we move him to his bed or falls asleep with one of us sitting there. If we're really unlucky, he won't stay asleep and demands cartoons at 2 am. We have tried a lot of things: weighted blankets, bed tent, white noise, music, lavender, hot milk, melatonin, calm child tablets, turkey, yeah we've tried a lot. Bedtime routines go out the window for several reasons. So, I really have no clue what to do. And I think its affecting him more than we know.
Fine, I'm sleep deprived, I have been for 6 years, but this is more than that. Bri goes to bed about 8 or 9 and gets up between 6 and 8. She doesn't nap during the day, but getting her to bed is not a big challenge, like Jimmy has been since last May when he got pinked and be eye and ear infections at the same time and refused to sleep in his bed anymore. He used to go to his room, and asked to be tucked in. Most nights, that was it. Rarely, he would come back.
I hate talking to his doc about it. She thinks we should just put him to bed and be done with it. Letting him cry it out is no longer an option, he hasn't been in a crib since he was 14 months old. I'm getting to the point, I think we should get an air mattress and sleep with him for a few nights in his room. Maybe its too dark in there for him, we did go through that phase with Bri. What am I saying, she'd rather sleep with her room light on most nights.
Jimmy also gets stuck in only what I can only describe as loops. Jimmy will repeat something over and over like "see the tree mommy" and if you don't reply "yes, I see the tree" he will keep repeating it over and over again. If you say "mommy is driving I didn't see the tree" he will repeat it over and over again. Sometimes he will accept dad or someone else answering for who was originally asked, but usually its, no mommy, see the tree, mommy see the tree, mommy see the tree until he gets his answer. Or "mommy are you a boy or girl?" and if I said "I'm a boy" or "what do you think mommy is" he will say, "mommy you a boy or a girl" until I answer him "Mommy is a girl." You get the point.
I don't know if this is acceptable for the age or not. It just freaks me out and bothers me at the same time. I get tired of having to answer his question EXACTLY as he wants and the temper tantrums that have resulted when we don't. He'll even stop and say, no and repeat the question if you do not answer it the way he wants. We go through it a few times a day. I guess he doesn't do it at school since I never hear anything from them about it. His uncle N does a variation of this, but usually he talks to himself in ASL until we stop him.
I really hope he outgrows these phases REALLY soon.

No words for this

Please keep Steven Curtis Chapman and his family, especially his teenage son, in your thoughts and prayers. I am sure you have heard about the death of their youngest daughter Maria Sue. I don't have any thing else that hasn't been reported, except they are asking for donations to Shaohannah's Hope in her name. It is a organization that promotes internation adoptions and provides grants to families in the process to cover the costs.

Oh yeah, don't I owe some pics from the Zoo??

We took the kids to the Zoo last Sunday. It was me, James, Bri, Jimmy, and Peepa. It was fun but COLD. Isn't it May? Can't Mother Nature read a calendar?????
Ok, we got to the zoo and Peepa wanted to eat. So we stopped for lunch, which can you say not cheap? The food is good, but still, $2.50 for a Diet Coke? Where are we, Disney? Maybe the zoo should offer a meal plan. So after lunch the kids played at the first playground and then we got to see some animals.

Sleeping Polar Bear. Ok, let's move on

Sleeping Brown Bear. I need some caffeine.
Peepa and Jimmy looking at sleeping brown bear.

Sleeping Tiger. Anyone awake here????? The sloths next door were of course, asleep. Who needs a pic of that?

Ah, that carousel ride that mom has been promising since 2006. They finally got to. I don't know when we will again. It was $6 for the four of us to ride (Peepa took a pass). Yes it was 58 degrees and my hubby is in shorts and a short sleeved shirt.

And we learned dolphins like car keys. We went to the underwater observation area (between the sleeping brown bear and a sleeping lion that I really can't post the pic of) and a zoo keeper was down there with a friend and her child, about Jimmy's age. The dolphins would occasionally swim by. Finally, the zoo keeper started tossing her keys by the window and it caught their attention. They would swim back and forth in front of the windows looking at the keys. At one point, one of the dolphins smiled. Bri and Jimmy got a kick out of it.

So there you have it. Our day at the zoo. Maybe next time I'll actually get to the reptiles. I don't think I've been to the reptile house yet.

A new outlook on my blog

First of all, thank you to Shauna for the new design. I love the new look of the blog. Funky, modern and toast inspired. So me. If you want to see more examples of her work, click on the button on the left side. Also she writes a blog, Bringing Home Ava, about her family's journey to adopting a little girl from Africa. Quite inspiring.
I mentioned in a previous post about being mad at my daughter's school again. No, its not the phone call that I got tonight at 8:30 that they can wear pink shirts and jeans tomorrow, no clue why. No, its not that or the continued crappy communication from the school. We got a notice in the newsletter that they went over the gym budget by $25k. Now, her school does not have a gym, we rent it from another source, and will start building one after they finish remodeling the original part of the school. So, they had said they will be asking the parents to make donations for the short fall. The first thought that crossed my mind was that they could not have said something back in, oh, January. They throw it at the parents with less than a month of school. So we get a notice that the last day of school is a mandatory fundraiser, if you don't donate, you kid(s) can't participate in the sports day. They get to participate in "other activities." So I decided to take her out the last day, wait for Jimmy to get out of school and take them to lunch. Why not? Its not a matter of the money, I could come up with the money, its the principle of the thing. As someone who's ancestors who helped start and end the Thirty Years War, its a matter of upbringing. We have times we are called to be peacefully disobedient. This just happens to be another one. Several parents are very upset how they handled this and I don't know what they have planned with their children, especially those with multiple kids in the school.
I had a nice weekend. I still have to post the zoo pics from today. We went with Peepa to the zoo since Eema and Uncle N are in Orlando. Saturday, I had to work for a couple hours. Not a big deal. Afterwards, I began our family project. I am creating a website of grave locations for our ancestors. Why am I doing this? I went to visit my Grandma T's grave site for Mother's Day. I got concerned because my grandfather's headstone is sinking bad. Then I began to think what will happen when its gone. I decided to start taking pics of the headstones and add the locations for our family. It will help in the future for anyone looking for the locations and the genealogy of our family. I am also doing this for my in-laws because I just cannot see them working on family trees. Maybe they are, but who really knows?
After walking pretty much all over Queen of Heaven (there is no rhyme or reason to the section layouts, if you can figure out where they are), I came home and we went to lunch. After that, the kids dozed off and we drove around and went out to do some shopping. Then, the brakes began acting up on our van, so we went home. Not a bad weekend, did not get much yard work done and am behind in cleaning. I'll get caught up on it one of these days.

Yeah that is SO not in the budget

So the sunroom guy came last night to give an estimate to add a sunroom to the house. He was here 3 1/2 hours! OMG! I thought he'd be here an hour, we'd take the kids to Toys R Really Expensive to look for a sand and water table, and see Eema off on her trip. No, three and a half fricking hours going over the sun room. Yeah I'm picky and a few other words I'm sure he thought, why would I want to add a room to my house if I can't get to it from in MY HOUSE???? So, care to guess what this little project will cost to add the sun room and access from my basement family room? Well the sunroom itself is $42,000 and then add about $20,000 of foundation work to the house, which they don't do. And then after its all said and done we would need to buy flooring, window treatments and furniture. Yeah, let me write the check for that one. We can finance it for the rest of my existence, but I don't want to take on another payment on top of everything else right now. Oh and the guy talked me out of solar for it. I've wanted solar panels since I was three years old and damnit one day I WILL get them for my house.
Bri asked us today when the sunroom was being installed, we told her not for a while. Last night I told James that we proabably will never be able to do anything to this house the way its going. He said maybe we will win the Lotto. Yeah, great financial planning. Oh well.

Economic Stimulus my foot!

I hope everyone had a good Mother's Day. I'm in a funk again so bear with me. We're waiting for the sunroom person to give us an estimate. My hubby decided they need a challenge once in a while.
I got my check direct deposit yesterday and so far, I don't think I'm stimulating the economy in any significant way. I spent $77 at Walmart yesterday, buying Round up, a bird statue for my yard, seeds, shorts for Bri and other odds and ends. I spent $250 at Target today, which $212 was for meds, two for Jimmy, two for Bri, one for me. Three at $45 co-pays and two at retail. I wish they hadn't reformulated the albuterol inhalers. They cost twice as much now. Really sucks.
If W wanted to stimulate the economy he should have given us all a Visa Debit card or a Best Buy gift card with the money. They figured we would buy TV's and such with the money. I know I would have stockpiled Wii games if I could not have gotten a TV. I hate to tell him, but most people are cleaning up bills. Part of mine will be spend on meal plans at Disney and summer camp, so the Y will benefit. Oh yeah and finally paying off my balance to Early Childhood. Its not that I wanted to get behind, but you gotta decide; gas and electric or pay off balance this month? And I saw the most annoying sign at Wal-Mart checkout yesterday, "Why carry all that cash around, let us put it on our Visa gift card and we'll waive the fees." Yeah, just what I wanted, to spend $1800 at Walmart. It was bad enough having to spend the $77 there yesterday.
Everyone who has been cringing at the lack of design on my blog, take heart. I have contacted someone to help me get this old blog in fighting shape, so to say. So this should be looking much prettier soon, I hope. So I guess that would stimulate the economy also. I wonder if W knows what a blog is.

Happy Mother's Day

I hope all the moms/grandma's/aunts are having a great Mother's Day. I received a lot of e-mails this week about being a mom, but they never talk about those moms/grandmas that have a child with a disability/illness. So here is a mother's day wish for all of us:

For those moms who heard "I love you" for the first time this year, whether through spoken word, ASL or a Dynavox
For those moms who have never heard the words "I love you" and never will
For any mom who could become a nurse or doctor, if life experience counted
For those moms who know what abbreviations like OT, PT, ST, TPN, IEP, IV, 504, MRI, ABA, DNR mean
For those moms whose living rooms are cluttered with therapy needs for their child
For those moms whose therapy equipment consists of toys
For those moms who can rattle off all their child's medications without a second though (including spelling) but can't remember if they paid the phone bill
For those moms who cheer silently when their child tells someone to shut up and can be understood
For those moms whose child ate Cheerios for the first time at 6 years old
For those moms who can't slept through the night due to checking on the child to make sure he or she hasn't wandered off
For those moms who haven't slept in a long time since their child is afraid of their room
For those moms who are happy when they finally get a night nurse and can sleep three out of seven nights a week, all seven would be a true blessing
For those moms who have battled this year to get medical care or an education for their child
For the moms who constantly battle for their child's well being
For any mom who has had to scream at a teacher, therapist, doctor, hospital or insurance company to get what their child needed
For those moms who will be eating at home since going to a restaurant is a logistical nightmare for many reasons.
For those moms who will be spending Mothers Day with their child in a hospital, nursing home, psychiatric facility or at home
For those moms who became moms this year, whether for the first time or the 18th time
For those moms who go at it alone
For those moms who never got to take their child home, even for one day
For the moms who were told they would never take their child home and now he or she is 29 years old

I wish you all a blessed Mother's Day

All the embarrasing moments in my week.

So let's recap how bad of a week it was:


-at work we have a new way of doing renewals and have for a couple weeks. The last step is you divide three numbers together to see how a group is doing, good or bad. I had been using the formula and getting some weird numbers. Like, all three numbers for the formula would be positive, but the final number would be insanely negative. I could not figure it out. It finally dawned on me you divide them in a certain order 1-2-3, not 3-1-2, not 2-1-3 and so on. It took me two weeks to figure it out!

-It always helps to read the directions on the package. I bought a set of an die cut and an embossing folder of Mickey Mouse's head. I got the die cut to work no problem. But the embossing part would not work, I put the die cut paper under and on top, ran it through a couple times and nothing. I ran it through the Cuttlebug Kids and Cuttlebug machines and nothing. I sat at my scrapbooking table with the laptop, and the embossing piece and tried to figure it out. Finally I read the words "embossing folder." Umm this is not a fol...oh wait, it opens. Never minds. Works fine. Took me a week to figure it out!

-Searching through my purse to find a quarter because I needed a tampon, open a pocket in my purse and find tampons in my purse. I must have put them in last month.

So that's it, I hope next week is less embarrassing.

Let's have a happyish post, shall we?

Ok, We think we found a school for Bri, Catholic school #2 has so far won. I like the school and staff, classes are larger than her curent school. I have another angry post, but we'll save that for another day. Really. I mean it.

Wanna know some good news? Mostly good news? Guess were we are going in 29 days?

Care to say the Happiest Place on Earth?

DISNEY!!!!!!

Let me explain. My Mother in Law, Eema, has a Disney Vacation Club package. She is going with my sister in law, nephew and younger brother in law, and are all going to Disney in about a week. They were supposed to take my son with, except there was concerns, complaints about taking disabled brother in law and my son at the same time (one deaf, develeopmentally disabled 29 year old with autistic tendencies and a hyper 3 year old with speech delays and SPD? Not always a great combo when nephew is only one who can chase after them both). So Eema brought up us all going sometime to Disney and I said fine. Well, she ran with it. We go in early June.
Eema and I have had a love hate relationship, not too bad, I've heard worse. She loves my kids, they are her grandkids and she does well by them. Sometimes too well, but that is what grandparents are for (which is why my parents help with uniforms, school fees and college because Eema buys toys and clothes at every opportunity. Saves me money). So this will be an adventure. I have been in Orlando at the same time as her before and done stuff together. But at the end of the day, she goes to her room and I go to mine and all is mostly well. We even stayed at the same hotel, but different buildings once. But in the same suite will be interesting.
She and I also take different views on vacation. I don't cook or clean (I really try not to, its not my idea of a good time). Eema will do laundry on vacation. She also will cook if she has her one son with her. He changes clothes 4 times a day and does not wear the same outfit twice. I don't care about taking a suitcase of dirty clothes back home. Flying is fun enough without having to haul laundry stuff with (now that you can only take one suitcase with you). At least she doesn't care if I drink. It gives her an excuse to. So, now we have the logistical planning of all the gear that needs to go with. my living room will look worse than Jon and Kate going on a trip. All the meds and Jimmy's gear and we have to pack Emily's wardrobe.
Oh well, at least I get a vacation this year.

All the details you have been requesting!

So, I promised the details of my final straw with the current school Bri goes to. Now, the letter hopefully will be to them Monday of all my outrage, but I highly doubt a) they care and b) I'll ever hear from them.
So onto the story:
Friday the 25th, in the middle of celebrating my co-worker's very merry retirement, I got a call from my daughters school (actually I had just gotten back from running to Archivers to de-stress over other events of that day). The secretary asked for me and I said this is she. Secretary said Bri was sick and asked if I wanted to speak to Bri, so I said sure. Now when Bri is sick, she gets quiet and sounds different, keep this in mind as we go on. So I asked what happened and "Bri" said her lunchbox smelled funny and she got sick. I asked if she had told dad her lunchbox smelled bad, after a looonnngg pause replied no. I asked if she could wait until dismissal time to pick her up, she said no. So I asked to speak to the secretary again. I told the secretary she said she threw up, so the secretary questioned her and she said she did and told the teacher. Ok, I'll pick her up if she sounds that bad and threw up, probably best bet not to push it. So I hang up, go into my boss' office to let him know and leave. I drive the 15 minutes to her school, calling hubby that she is sick and I'm getting her. He offers to go, except he's stuck at a bank that has no power and he needs to wait around until they do to reset some stuff.
So I get to the school and ring the doorbell. Principal lets me in and walks away, does not even ask who I am or why I am there. (the school has a HUGE security policy in the handbook, which I can't remember anyone enforcing when I went there the 5 times this year). So I'm standing there and there is no one in the office except a child by herself. I figure the child is in K because of the gym uniform and its Friday. So she's looking at me, I'm looking around for help. Finally, after a few minutes, the Early Childhood/aftercare teacher sees me and asks if I need Bri. I tell her I got a call she was sick. EC teacher looks at me funny and walks to the K rooms. EC teacher comes back and tells me Bri is in class and fine. I tell her again I got a call she was sick and threw up. EC teachers comes down to the office, looks in the window and said "Oh they called the wrong mom!" WTF????? At this point, another mom I know (who is overly involved in the school) walks in, says hi and asks me what is wrong. At this point I am so mad, I could kill someone. EC teacher explains to mom that they called me, but called the wrong Brianna's mom. Mom looks horrified. I said I need to leave now or I am going to yell at someone, and walk out. I called James and told him the story and we are taking her out of there. I am glad James did not go, or it may not have been pretty.
So, care for the next part?
I went back to work and discussed this with some trusted people (after my bosses laughed at me for what happened. I told them I didn't find a possible Amber Alert too funny). So one of the people, who is a mom to a two year old and a second due any second, told me I should really call the other Bri's mom. When I picked Bri up, EC teacher told me secretary was sorry for the mix up and this was an exception. The woman did not call me herself, she had to send it through another teacher becuase she probably knew I would take her head off. I told EC teacher this whole incident was unacceptable and I cannot keep my kid in a school where I cannot be sure she is safe and will be there when we pick her up.
I got home and verified other Bri's mom name is NOWHERE near mine. I left her a message and she called me back. I told her what happened and I apologized if I upset or scared her daughter, but I told her I talked to her because I thought it was my daughter. I also said I ask a lot of questions of my Bri when they call me and I did the same to her daughter. I told her I did not swear at her kid or anything along those lines. She thanked me for calling, but no one had called her to tell her. They sent her daughter back to class. Her mom also told me that the other Bri hates school and fakes a lot, but still, they should have called her. I also found out the long pause after I asked if she told her dad was because her dad is not in the picture. I apologized that I did not know, but I thought I was talking to my kid.
So, the two girls have the same first name and last initial, but they had separated them before the year began to avoid confusion (there are two K classes due to the number of kids they had). The other one has short hair, Bri has long. The other Bri's mom does not have the same or similar sounding name as me. She doesn't even have the same last name as the child. And it was Friday, so their names were on the gym shirts they wear.
This was my final straw with the church and school. I've had issues with the church for a while. I don't like sermons where I feel beat down afterwards. I did not grow up with that. I grew up with church is supposed to make you think about your faith and be buoyed for the week ahead. The priests we had made points but did it in a way that made you think and act, not feel guilty and crappy afterwards. We've had issues with not getting notices from the school with adequate time. Nothing like 4 days to do a service project, one day to figure out if a grandparent can go to May Day celebrations and having to call for a replacement enrollment packet, even though they swore up and down it was sent to us (and it contained all the critical forms such as immunizations and dental history). Or course anything dealing with money makes it home in plenty of time.
Oh well, Catholic School #1 "Admission Committee" never called, we see Catholic School #2 Tuesday AM, and we found a Catholic School #4. #4 is independent, not attached to a church and costs about 1 1/2X what we pay now since there are no parishioner envelopes to support it. I also called public school, they can send me a packet in June to enroll, if needed.
So there are all the details in their beauty. If you wonder how I can be so calm now, you should have heard me calling James after I left the school on the 25th. It wasn't pretty. I made some truck drivers blush.

Please excuse this blog, its under construction

Last night I decided to work on my header pic, so I had to change the layout so it wouldn't look too bad. Work with me here, I haven't touched HTML in about 7 years. I either have to hire someone to help or figure this out. A three column layout would be nice.
Update on the C-PAP, doc ordered one for James the day after the sleep study without TALKING TO HIM! We got a couple calls asking for Jason, which was the DME company trying to find James to deliver it to us and set it up. So he talked to the doc and voiced his objections over it. Doc said, lose some weight, and we'll re-run the sleep study again to see if it made things better. So no answers yet. Still listening to snoring every night.
Catholic School #2 seems to be the winner for Bri. We have to take a tour and see how it is.
Beyond that, nothing else. Trying to plan a baby shower at work for a co-worker. Trying to survive until Saturday. Not going to Girl Scout Day at the Zoo Sat since they are calling for rain.
Time for dinner.