Tomorrow our little man will be 4 months old; damn, where did the time go?

Right now he’s very interactive and responsive. He loves to make snow angels when we put him on his back in the Pack N Play and is getting much better at tummy time; occassionally he will go for 20 – 30 minutes without fussing. He loves to reach out and grab the little laughing bumblee that his abuelita got for him while they visited Chicago; he shoves that sucker in his mouth and smothers it with drool. Then he’ll reach out and grab the blue dinosaur that his Aunt Stacey got for him — he absolutely loves that thing. Then there is Tigger and he loves him too — he’s always giving him hugs.

I look at him and realize how lucky we are to have such a happy and healthy little boy. He is such a pleasure; I don’t think I can express that enough. He is always good when we go out; even if he is hungry or dirty he will wait and tolerate whatever it is that we’re doing. Sometimes he’ll fuss but we just hold him and everything seems to be forgotten. I’m currently working on trying to figure out all these carriers so he isn’t confined to the carseat when we take him out. I know I’d hate to stare at the ceiling for hours on end so I imagine he’s probably pretty bored with it too.

In other news, Jay has hopefully ended his little bad luck streak. The other week he had a car meet and after standing out in the sun all day he felt tingling and numbness up and down his left arm. He didn’t want to scare me so he didn’t say anything when I called to check up on him but he quickly came home and announced that we were headed to the hospital. I thought he was having a stroke; he thought he was having a heart attack. Turns out we were both wrong; he was dehydrated. So they gave him lots of water and Gatorade and he seemed fine. Then last Monday he was in Baltimore and decided that the trip to the ER wasn’t enough and he jumped down off a curb and twisted his ankle. When he came home he proclaimed that he didn’t need ice, he was fine. The next morning his foot was barely recognizeable except for the toes sticking out of the mound of flesh. He then realized that maybe it was time to put ice on it. Yeah. So between the ER visit and the bad ankle (which is still giving him grief), I’m hoping he’s had his fill of excitement for a while.

And I’d also like to say that I hate our bathroom. No, I hate Ryan Homes. Specifically, I hate the person who works for Ryan Homes that hired the retarded contractors that put our master bathroom together. After two painful years of troubleshooting (and repairing and painting) this fucking bathroom we’ve finally figured out what is causing the ceiling in our morning room to act like a raincloud. It seems that the contractor that was hired to put our bathroom together didn’t actually know how to put a bathroom together. They figured that as long as it looked kind of like a bathroom it should work. Unfortunately, water doesn’t know how to avoid uncaulked areas; it doesn’t know that if it goes into that uncaulked area and pools and sits in the floor it will eventually seep through the floor and come out of the ceiling and end up on a very expensive couch. Lucky for us, that water is just shower water and not toilet water.

So now we are all sharing a bathroom which isn’t too horrible because we’re all on different showering schedules but it’s still a pain and I’m sure my mom would like to have her bathroom back. Stinkin’ Ryan Homes contracting people. You suck.