Seriously.

I think it's time to switch pediatricians for Joshy. Mesa-Ladies, any suggestions?Josh's doctor is...okay. But I don't feel like driving half an hour to see an "okay" doctor anymore. I'm so frustrated! And I'm not in the mood to type out the whole story. Maybe later.

Trip to NM

I know, it's been forever since I posted anything! But seriously, my life just hasn't been extremely exciting lately. But I did take a trip to New Mexico so I guess I should blog about that right? The girl that's been renting our house was moving out and her friend moved in. What's that? We own another house? Yes, we own another house in New Mexico which has been on the market for 2 years now. Luckily, it has been rented out almost the entire time. But still... so not cool that it hasn't sold yet. Anyway, Diego really wanted to go and make sure the house still looked okay for the new girl, and see if she needed help moving in. It was going to be a quick trip. Ya' know, drive out on friday, clean the house, drive back sunday. But I decided to go with him and stay for a week with my parents. They hadn't seen Josh since he was born. All in all, it was a really nice visit. My parents had tons of fun playing with the baby, we got to see his birth-family three times, and watch lots of movies that Diego would never ever watch with me. Plus, I got to see my old house! Which was so fun, and a little sad. I loved that house and going back reminds me why. It's beautiful! I almost wanted to move back in. The trees have grown so big, and the grass was so green. Not to mention the view of the mountains from the balcony. I loved that house...

(Josh and his B-mom. Theee cutest picture ever.)

Okay, let me tell you about our nightmare of a flight back home. Basically, everything bad that I thought could happen, happened. Josh slept all the way from Los Alamos to Albuquerque so I took that as a good sign. Wrong! First of all, we got stuck in a horrible traffic jam on the way to the airport which set us back about 20 minutes. As soon as we got there, Josh woke up and wanted to be fed, but we wanted to check in first so we made him wait (not the best idea). I asked the lady who checked me in if the two baby bottles filled with water in my diaper bag would be a problem in security. "Oh no," she said. "Just tell them about it before you go through, and they shouldn't give you a hard time." Not so! They took my bag aside and pulled out everything! Then proceeded to test the water with these little strip thingys. All the while, Josh is screaming his head off to be fed. The guy was nice enough to give me one of the bottles and he even fished out the formula for me. Okay, I make a bottle, guy throws all my stuff back into the bag in a very disorganized manner, and I run (while feeding Josh) to our gate. I have missed the pre-boarding and acually cut in line to get on the plane ( I actually did that). I find a nice aisle seat only four rows back. Good thing I chose an aisle seat because as soon as I sit down, Josh unloads a big poop into his diaper. Are you kidding me? This means I have to wait until we're up in the air and the little seat belt sign turns off before I can get up and go into the tiny bathroom to change his diaper. So I wrap his blanket around him hoping it will trap in the smell. Josh lately has not taken to big crowds very well. All the new faces really freak him out and he doesn't handle it too well. Josh also does not like to sit in a dirty diaper. Put the two together and you have one very unhappy baby. He is crying hard before I'm even allowed to undo my seat belt. Why? Because it's a turbulent flight and we have to stay buckled in extra long. Finally, we're able to get up but three people run ahead of me to get into the bathroom! Are you kidding me?! Three people! I have to sit and wait with a crying baby in a poopy diaper. At last, I'm able to take Josh into the bathroom. It's so small that I have to super-carefully change him in my lap. But, we're alone and Josh starts to calm down because he doesn't have any more faces to look at. I finish his diaper and take him back out. "Whaaaa!" It starts again but worse than before. Tears running down his little cheeks, everyone turning around to stare at us. It was awful. He finally cried so hard, that he put himself to sleep for the rest of the flight. Worst flight ever. Ever. Period. My little man was so tuckered out, he fell asleep for night at 8:00 pm and has been asleep ever since. It's now 9:00 am.