Michael is still working at the apartments. All is going well there. We are hoping work up there doesn't end too soon. But Michael is definitely anxious to move on to other opportunities. He is pretty involved with Rugby lately, which I am glad to see.
Such a kind sport. That's not Michael..just a picture I found online that explains why we have AFLAC. Michael is always more happy if he's moving. He has switched from playing with a men's team in Salt Lake to a team in Provo. He seems much happier with the new team. I guess it's not "new" because he is playing with guys he went to high school with.I am still working for the time being. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and we'll see what he says. I have been passing out much more frequently lately and it is making it ever more difficult to work. The problem is I don't go in everyday to the doctor's office for passing out and I have only called about it a few times so it is hard for the doctor to justify putting me on leave now when he doesn't see or hear what goes on everyday. I can be totally fine one minute and down for the rest of the day the next.
Michael is going in with me tomorrow and hopefully him telling him what he sees everyday will help push the issue. We'll see. For the most part I have been doing okay though. Mornings just aren't good for me:) And I don't go anywhere with out someone with me.Kailye has been going to school and playing with as many friends as she can fit in. She is singing more and more everyday. Every time JD is in the car and crying Kailye sings him little made up songs to calm him down...that is definitely a Maxwell thing. It makes me so proud:) The other night we were watching him and he was crying on the way home, as soon as she started singing her little songs he got so quiet and just stared at her. It was so cute. She is very into any Disney movie that she can sing along to lately. She is especially hooked on The Little Mermaid.
She argued with me the other day for 15 minutes about the words to Poor Unfortunate Souls. It still cracks me up to hear my little 4 year old sing "I'm a very busy women, and I haven't got all day. It won't cost much. Just your Voice!" She's so animated. Although she does tell me "you make me nervous and shy when you look at me when I'm singing, but on the stage I'm great." The funny things she comes up with everyday kill me. I remember when she was 18 months old and Bobbie was living with us at mom's and she used to sing the Ariel part to the song Poor unfortunate Souls. Which if you remember the song is just AHHH...to a tune when she loses her voice. She thought it was so funny to see Bobbie's reaction. She'd do it over and over.Well since I am actually at work today I guess I better get something done. I can't wait for the next two months to be gone so I can be done working and stay home with my babies. Love you all bye.
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Eh? I feel like I walked into McDonalds and there's nothing. No playroom, no cashier, no booths, not even the smell of french fries . . . Oh well, I think I've been PUNKED.
Well, if you pass out at the dr's office it might make an impression...just a thought.
I saw in Gib's middle school newsletter there is a Rugby team. What are Michael's thoughts on a little guy with great speed, a good throwing arm, and the adreline that comes with a fear of being squished going for a learning team in 8th grade?
As soon as I saw Ariel I started going AAAAHHHH, AAAAAAHHHHH then I read about KK doing that to Bobbie and laughed out loud. I can just see both of their faces (and I don't even know KK's that well!)
Good luck at the OB appt!
I hope everything goes well with the doc tomorrow.
I thought football was bad...rugby takes the cake! ;) THANK YOU DUCK! ;)
KK and her singing...I wish I could hear her sing. One day...
Good luck with the doctor. Hopefully he can figure out what to do to help you:)
Yay . . . there's an actual entry now. When I checked before, it came up completely empty. I wish you were feeling better. Feel free to have us babysit K some evening if you need extra rest.
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