Memory in Motion

I forgot to mention that it's been 6 months and a week since I quit smoking. Sometimes it's still hard, but I'm mostly over it! Woo hoo!

Ian woke up in the middle of the night throwing up, and did so 4 more times before the night was through. He seems to be keeping down an apple and some crackers this afternoon, but he's running a fever.   I am recklessly snuggling with and kissing him, and counting on Mommy magic to keep me from catching whatever he's got.

We're having tornado warnings and the sirens keep going off and scaring Ian to pieces. Ryan is very nervous. We are considering making Ian a pallett on the floor in the hallway to sleep on. I'm the only one who's unaffected. I think I have just been through so many tornado scares in my life that I'm not scared anymore. I spent more than one storm in my Grandmother's creepy basement when I was a kid. I sat under an overpass with about 20 strangers a few years back when a lot of Ft. Worth was damaged, and lived to tell about it.I've survived. Maybe it's cocky to assume that trend will continue, but I just can't seem to work up a good scare.

We went to a friend's 30th birthday party last night. We always take Ian with us to their house, and he always sleeps in their daughter's room until we are ready to go home. Well, last night it was noisier than normal and he was scared, so he wanted to stay with me. I let him, and I am now regretting it and thinking they are probably going to take away my good influence license now. Below is a brief list of reasons why we should have just left once he got out of bed:

1. A guy named Pig ate a junebug.

2. 2 guys walked through the room at separate times, without pants.

3. The dogs were feeling amorous. I don't think Ian witnessed that, though.

4. After someone jokingly tried to pull me out of my chair so they could sit there, Ian leaped up and very ferociously said "Don't Get my Mommy!" It was adorable and sweet, but he was scared, and that's not good. 

5. Smoking, cursing and loud music.

But, overall, he actually had a great time, and it's probably nothing he hasn't seen before, just a lot of it in a short amount of time. Next time I can't find a babysitter I'm going to just stay home, though.

So, whenever Ian won't give me a kiss, I grab him and threaten to give him a hundred kisses. It usually works. The other day he decided to give ME a hundred kisses. He was sitting in my lap and I literally couldn't get away & had to call for help from Ryan. It was really adorable, and made me laugh so hard that I was crying. But now he keeps asking me to play "I'll kiss and you yell Help", so I am going to have to explain that it is not really fun to pin girls down and kiss them until they cry for help. That could be a really bad favorite game to play in about 15 years.

On my way home today, some idiot ran halfway out into my lane on the freeway. ON FOOT! I was driving along, minding my own business, and I saw a man and a woman on the shoulder about 1/8 of a mile up, then a second later, saw the man run out into the street! I couldn't swerve into traffic, and I couldn't swerve into the shoulder because his girlfriend/wife/whatever was there, so I just slammed on the brakes and prayed. He darted back onto the shoulder at the last second, and I saw in my rear view mirror that he was attempting to retrieve a box from the middle of the road. I had the urge to go back and hit him just for being such a moron. Really, this is not Frogger, people! Unless your child is in the box, just leave it! It's a box!!!

Ryan tells me that someone got killed on my route to work this morning. Their truck got rear-ended and they went into the oncoming traffic lane and had a head-on with a propane truck. They died.  It always freaks me out to hear about accidents like that since I was hit by an 18 wheeler and then had a head on collision and lived to drive away from the scene.  I have said it before, and I'll say it again. I am one lucky girl.

My Dad's here so I won't be updating this weekend. Later!