I know I've been really quiet on the blog lately, but even with all the great things happening in my life right now, I've really been struggling with how my blood family treats me. For some reason, the love that is shown to me by people other than my blood family this past holiday season really intensified my grief, because that's how my blood family should be treating me. It doesn't help that I haven't had the money or the time to visit my 'head doctor' since November. I was supposed to see her last night, but Keith is working 10 hour days this week, so I won't see her until Monday.
oh well.
On the awesome side of life, Josie is now crawling and sitting up by herself. She LOVES to stand up as much as possible. Matthew loves his train set he got for christmas, almost as much as he loves the Thomas the tank engine that Billy got for him!
Last night, while both kids were in the bathtub, I heard Matthew yelling "NO" to Josie, and it sounded like she was crying. I say sounded like because after running down the hall to check on them, I discovered her laughing hysterically every time he would say "NO" to her. She was laughing so hard, she was falling over and hitting her head on the side of the tub. She just kept laughing, though, I guess it wasn't really hurting her. I called Keith in, and we both just stood there and laughed for about 5 minutes watching them play their little game.
Lesson learned: Baby's laughter is good for the soul. Fuck the chicken soup.