A Good Idea?

So I thought I would start a blog. So people to whom I don't often speak could keep up with the happenings around here. Except that I think I actually need to post in it for that to happen...

I thought I wouldn't tell anyone about my blog (except Bobbi found me out...*high five*), so that if I couldn't post on a daily basis, or even every other day, no one would be any the wiser. It has been two weeks since I updated *blush*...guess I need more accountability than all that....

Around here, hmmm...let's see. Ren had his frenulectomy yesterday. For those of you that aren't as well acquainted with the frenulum as I have become, that is the procedure to cure a tongue-tie. The piece on the bottom of the tongue that connects it to the bottom of the mouth is too short, so his tongue was being pulled back, giving it a "forked" appearance. I hate that they waited until now to snip it, but it is what it is, so off we went to have it snipped.
It is a simple procedure, outpatient, with no anesthesia, even...except a little numbing gel. They told me that there is generally no more than a drop of blood, and the baby hardly notices it. Suffice it to say, I was not prepared for the screaming and crying I heard coming from the room where they did it! One nurse, 8 months pregnant, even walked out of the room saying "I can't watch this right now"...which did nothing to put my mind at ease. It only took a few minutes, but when they brought him to me, he had blood on the outside of his mouth, all around his lips, blood on his chin, his shirt. The nurse was holding a bloody piece of gauze in his mouth...my heart broke, I tell you. That said, he nursed immediately, and hasn't seemed bothered by it since. The doctor explained to me that Ren has a thick frenulum...usually it requires one snip...his they had to cut three times. Ouch. All's well that ends well, though, right?

I guess I deserved that...

I got pulled over today. For speeding. First time in 18 years...what're ya gonna do? The officer wrote me up for 15 over, instead of 17 over. Thank you...thank you very much. I am sure that will help immensely.
Seriously, I am not one to blame others, I was speeding, I deserve the ticket. But c'mon, have a heart! I had a screaming...dare I say, bellowing 3 month old in the back seat, and I just wanted to get somehwere where I could hold him. I would have hoped that my driving record would have led him to cut me some slack. Turns out, not so much.
Let's add to that the fact that my license and registration are from two different states. That helped. The conversation went something like this:
Officer: You live in GA?
Me: Yes sir
Officer: Then who does this car belong to?
Me: Well, it is mine, but my husband takes care of the registration...I am not sure why he hasn't changed it over.
Officer (shakes head like he doesn't believe me, and that I am an idiot): Did you used to live in TN?
Me: Yes, we did.
Officer: How long have you lived here?
Me (lie): about 6 months
Officer (again giving me that "you are an idiot" look): You have 30 days to change it.
Me: I am so sorry...

Yeah, so that helped me get a ticket, too. I had asked Mark what would happen if I got pulled over and my license and registration didn't match. He told me not to worry, just tell them it was his car. Great advice, again, thanks. I told him I would tell the officer that it belonged to my husband and that we were separated. Kinda wish I had gone with that one, right about now...