"these are my confessssioooooonssss..."

*ala usher*

so Leslie at A Blonde Ambition does a "confessional friday", so i thought i'd confess....

Numero Uno:
i need a haircut so. bad. i'm SOOOOOOOO trying to grow it out and i KNOW you have to trim to grow, but ugh. i so have to be in the mood to cut and i just haven't been. which brings me to...

Numero Dos:
i haven't been to a salon in about eleven years. yes, eleven. i cut and color my own hair because once you've been traumatized by the hands of a "stylist" who was supposed to do "long layers" in your gorgeous, long, chestnut hair that is your prized possession, but instead were left with a mullet billy ray cyrus would envy, you'd do your own hair too.

Numero Tres:
i hate laundry. we call the laundry room the "dungeon" and no one is allowed in there.

Quatro:
we went to orlando for our 5-year anniversary. we left max with my parents and enjoyed every. last. minute of it! the confession part?- i wish we stayed longer!!! yes, i love my baby, but DAMN. it was nice to sleep and just be with chris.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Cinco:
say what you will about fast food, but i'm putting it on the table. right here; right now. mcdonald's has the best coffee. i *like* starbucks and dunkin donuts, even 7-11 if need be, but micky d's is by far my favorite. there. i said it.

hospitals = no bueno.

over thanksgiving break, max got my bad cold. grrrrreat. we were supposed to see a good friend who now lives in vegas in cocoa beach! oh well, i thought. so all week, we stayed home and max wasn't really getting any better. even after being on antibiotics for a few days. thanksgiving night, we noticed his lymph nodes getting puffy. by friday morning, they were HUGE. we immediately went to the doctor who told us to immediately go to the hospital. *cue freaking out*

poor guy was on an iv of 2 antibiotics and a steroid for 4 days. after an ultrasound, they found his lymph node was very badly infected, and was *thisclose* to needing surgery. luckily, the steroids worked and we didn't have to have surgery. so thankful.

but, being in the hospital that long and being hooked up to the iv made him a very VERY angry bubba. he was throwing fits left and right; throwing food; hitting mommy; you name it! it was so frustrating!

but, on day 4, they let us go home to continue the strong meds there. this is him in the car - i literally have never seen him THAT happy to be going somewhere!!!


now we've been home for about a week and he's "different". he cries when i leave, which he has NEVER done, he cries when we put him down for bed (again - NEVER done this before!). it doesn't help that the week he decided he wants to be independent and eat by himself and do things alone just so happened to be the week we were in the hospital. :/

but, hey i'll take it. my baby is better and being next door to kids with real illnesses was FOR SURE a reality check. my heart goes out to those families.