Its Thursday, and in two short days my father leaves for the sunny state of Florida. He asked me if I would come see him sometime, I told him that I didn't really want to, but time might change that. I'm not angry with him, or resent him but its another thing to see him happy. But I am working on that.

Baby boy is now 14lbs and 4oz. He is in the 50% for weight and 75% for height. He is 26in. We went to go get his immunizations on Tuesday. They gave him 3 immuni. and a sickle cell test. And of all the people to give it to him, a student nurse had to do it. I'm all for nurses learning, but not on my son. She made the experience far more traumatic then it needed to be and it took everything in me not to grab the needle and do it myself, giving her a lecture in the process. The lab person made the sickle cell test harder than t had to be also. She looked at both arms twice, stuck him in one arm and didn't get any blood and when I told her that was enough and took him out of the little strap thing they had him in, she got an attitude with me. Kiya went with me, and her going to school to be an RN she laid into the woman. Telling her all the things she did wrong. It was kind of funny, but I was more concerned that the test wasn't done yet and he was in obvious pain. Just after I had calmed him down, she came back saying she could do a finger stick to get the blood. I agreed, but told her I would hold him while she did it. It worked well that way and the test was done. I know as the mother your supposed to stay calm and that the child will take his cues from you. But its hard to watch a stranger hurt your child more than is needed.

Two days later, he is still a bit grumpy about it and it took forever and a day to get him to sleep this afternoon. So I jumped into a swimsuit and let him play in the shower till he calmed down. Then he nursed and cried and grunted himself to sleep still suckling. He's alseep now in his crib. YAY!

Siblings are funny, I remember back in the day if I brought home a "C" I would get the spanking of my life, restrictions and whatever else my parents could think of to make my life miserable, and the lesson learned. But the young-ins growin up, bring home "F" and more than one. He gets a lecture. Well I guess things change, there is really no point in fussin about it, I'm not his parent. I wish I could get him to realize though just what he is missin out on. However, it has made me see the change in attitude I have had over the years. If I could learn to be better at it, I think submission does me a world of good, and the past year has learned me alot. Made mistakes I can't take back, hurt people that never needed to be hurt. Burned bridges I had no right burning, and now its too late to look back and want on the other side. Maybe one day, I will learn my lesson before I realize the consequences are too high of a price to pay.