Our Weekend Thus Far

At about 2:00 am Thursday night (I guess it was "technically" Friday morning) after being sound asleep for a good 3 hours, my cell phone rang. That is never a good sign. No one calls at 2:00 a.m. just to chat. Then my mind kicked into high gear, and I realized that it was Jason's ring tone. In what had to have been 2 or 3 seconds, my mind raced with every possible scenario he could be calling for, none of which were good. With my heart beating so hard I thought it was going to stop working, I breathlessly answered the phone and heard a very calm Jason, "When you hear someone come in the door, it's just me." OH MY WORD! I almost collapsed into a pile on the floor. After my mind made the connection that nothing was wrong, all the adrenaline drained from my body and it became a bowl of jello. I felt like my legs couldn't hold me up, and Jason entered the room to find me bent over with my hands on my knees taking deep breaths. I could have killed him and kissed his face off in the same second. I was so happy to see him, BUT I couldn't believe what he had just put me through. In his defense he thought he was choosing the lesser of the two evils. He figured I would have been scared out of my wits if I would have woke to a figure standing in the doorway in the pitch dark. Which is probably true, but I argued the fact that I most likely wouldn't have even heard him come in. All in all, I was very glad that he was home and safe. I was nervous to have him traveling this weekend with all the snow forecasted. Thank goodness the people in Sheridan are understanding and let him go early so he could beat the storm. Added Bonus....he has Monday off for Columbus Day so we get to have him home for 4 days. It has been like heaven having my friend and kid helper :) back. He's halfway done with this rotation. We're on the downhill slope!

Our Tahoe has been acting up. Like all sorts of lights blinking on and off (picture those blinking Christmas light), the car shaking when you start out, no 4-wheel drive, and so on. I HATE CARS because there's nothing you can do...They have to be fixed or they are undependable. We have to have two cars while Jason is on rotations (sorry if I sound like a spoiled brat, but I am not giving Katelyn a pump to school on my bike in 3 feet of snow while Jason is driving back and forth to Cheyenne everyday). Down to GM we went. Jason was thinking it was the transmission (because of the shaking) and some sort of electrical glitch, so we prepared ourselves for the worst. I think it's better that way. We figured it would cost around $3,000 to fix. We don't have $3,000 to fix the car, but we also don't have money to buy a new one so fixing it was the best and more practical option. When GM called us today to tell us it was the computer and that it would only cost a little over $600 to fix, I was ecstatic. I know it sounds weird, but I have never been more happy to spend $600 in my life. It should be done on Tuesday and should be running as good as new.......until the next thing goes wrong, right?!

Good News. I finished the rag quilt for my nephew Darius. This one was so much easier and went so much faster than the last one I made. Probably in large part because I love the little boy I made it for. It was fun to think about him rolling around on it and drooling on it and just having good old baby fun on it. I hope he (and Melissa) likes it. It didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it. A couple of things got messed up in the pattern that I didn't notice until after I was completely done sewing, so it stayed how it was. Jason tells me that it looks wonderful and that you can't tell there are any mistakes unless you know what you're looking for (I bet some of you keen eyes can see what I'm talking about). Unfortunately, the perfectionist in me knows they're there, and it drives me nuts to think about it. quiet chant....let it go. it's not the end of the world. there's nothing you can do about it now.

Anyways here are a couple of pictures of the finished product. Thank you Jason for being my model.

More good news. Jake is done with his binky. Finito, Done! 3 nights without it; and for the most part, he's been okay. I honestly think, it worked this time because he was ready. It's kind of the same theory I have for potty training. If you don't wait until they're ready, it can be an unsuccessful and frustrating battle for everyone. With Katelyn we tried taking her binky way around 2 years old. She cried for several nights, all night long. We finally gave it back to her because getting some sleep was more important than a binkyless daughter. Around 3 years old, we took her binky away, and she said okay and went to sleep without a fuss. Same with Jake. Earlier this summer I tried to take his binky away. He spent 3 nights crying off and on in two hour spurts. Then we went to Lovell, and I gave him back his binky because I didn't want his crying to bother my family. On Wednesday, I told Jake his binkies were gone because they were yucky and ruined his teeth. He whimpered for a minute or two and than slept the whole night without waking up once. The next night he asked for his binky at bedtime, I gave him the run around, and he went to sleep. He did wake up a couple of times, but went right back to sleep with no crying. He's asked for it a couple of times today, but no unbearable emotional breakdowns. My advice (take it for what it's worth) wait until they're ready. It will be so much easier on everyone involved. Yay for no more binkies or binky hunts because it doesn't matter if you have 20 on hand, it seems like you can never find one when needed.

Now that my blanket is done and laundry is down to manageable amount, I can spend tonight watching a movie and snuggling on the couch with Jason. Sounds perfect.