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Friday, February 12, 2010

I have very temperamental feet. They are often too hot or to cold and I find either one unbearable. If they are too cold when I go to bed, I wear my socks to bed, but only until they warm up. Then the socks get ripped off. Then they usually are too hot under the blanket, so I have to poke them out so they're no longer covered. I won't let Kyle touch my feet with his feet. He keeps trying to do it too, like I'll get used to it or something. The other day I was wearing these socks I found that we got from Ann as a Christmas gift. When I discovered them, I thought they looked like a weird sock, sort of large and pillowy in the foot area, and seemless. I couldn't tell if they were for me or Kyle. So, I put them on. But the body of the sock that was pillowy hung loosely around my foot. I don't know why, but I put up with it for too long and then with an aggressive annoyed growl, I ripped them from my feet and threw them across the room. Kyle was like "What's wrong with you?" I explained about the socks and his reply was "you are so weird about your feet." It's true, I am. I'm really touchy. After a conversation about those socks, we discovered they were for Kyle. A loose sock is just so yucky for some reason. I also have a pair of socks that have a really tight thick part that goes around my ankle and leg and I swear it cuts the circulation off of to my foot and the result is ice blocks. Kyle is not allowed to touch me with his feet either. When we're sitting on the couch, he'll often bring up his legs and sometimes his foot will snuggle under my leg. NO! Sometimes I try to endure it, to not hurt his feelings, but the whole time it's nagging me in the back of my mind until I move away. Other times I look over at him, and his feet will be bare and shaking and his toes pulsating up and down. (as if to a silent beat in his head) I can't stand that either. In the winter I pretty much have socks on all day (until bed of course) and if I don't nothing feels right. I can't walk around the house in bare feet. I just can't. There. I think that about sums up my foot issues.

My poor little Sloan has so many goose eggs on his head right now. Some are just red and then there are two the have flesh removed on them as well as being red and protruding. I don't even know how he got them all. He was in Adriel's room with Adriel and they were playing together, I could hear Sloan laughing, and then suddenly he was crying. He emerged with scrapes and goose eggs on his head. As if that wasn't enough to get attention from everyone, this morning, he was on the couch with me and he tried to get off facing forward rather than sliding down backwards and he lost his balance when he landed and fell forward, hitting the laundry basket with his face. I don't even have sharp edges on the laundry basket, and yet he has a cut on his eyelid and under his eye, and bruising all around it!! Like I said- my poor little Sloan. I guess I don't protect him well enough. Shame on me.

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Sarahstottle posted @ 12:32 PM

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Well I took the house coat back, and that's that. Saturdays are somewhat of a hard day for me to endure. I just want one day with Kyle where we can do fun things, or even just be lazy... It's just like every other day though- he's gone and I'm on my own, blah blah blah blah blah.

Last night was our date night though, and I live for those few hours we get on our own. I also enjoy going out for dinner. Not only do I not have to cook, but I get a break from feeding my kids and eating uninterrupted. It's nice!!! We went to the Saigon Kitchen, one of my favourites. It didn't disappoint. While we were eating, Kyle asked what was going on for Valentine's day. I told him I don't know and that it's on a Sunday. He was like "oh well I have something planned. It's on the 26th." But then he didn't want to hold the surprise in any longer so he told me that we're going snowboarding with Dave and Kassie on Mt Washington for the day, and in the evening there's a Widemouthmason concert. That's his "favourite" band. I put it in quotations because I don't think it's really his favourite. I know he loves them and loves to see them live, but he hardly listens to them. Of course when he revealed the plan, my fist response was "And you arranged for someone to babysit?" He nodded. Wow, all the bases covered even. So I'm looking forward to that. I hope the snowboarding is fun- I haven't been in 10 years and I wasn't good then...so.? But a day on the mt with my shweetie will be fun no matter what, just because it's with him. We came home from our date and put the kids to bed and watched Love Happens with Aaron Eckhart and Jennifer Anniston. We made popcorn and got double chocolate chip frappacinos, which totally hit the spot. We both enjoyed the movie, although I didn't really think it had much to do with the title. It was good though, I had a teary eyed moment. Not Kyle. He doesn't cry. I've only seen him cry once in our marriage and that was when he was really sick with acute tonsilitis. I heard him cry on the phone when he was at basic training in the summer, and that was just a cracked voice, it wasn't balling or anything...Just thought you should know the stone cold rock that is my husband.

In other news, Mom and Dad visited this week. They stayed with Katie, and I feel like it was too short of a visit, but who am I to complain? We really enjoyed their company. They came over for dinner one night and after dinner we put kids to bed and then played games, which was fun. Adriel had so much fun with grandpa but he also got over excited whenever grandpa was around, which resulted in poor grandpa getting the brunt of a lot of body jumps and kicks and thwacks. I did my best to keep him at bay but one can only do so much.

Ok I should stop ignoring my kids...

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Sarahstottle posted @ 3:42 PM