I know, I have been missing in action the last several days. I apologize. A lot has happened and blogging hasn't been a top priority. Or cleaning the apartment.
We paid a visit to Vance's parents last weekend. But it wasn't without a huge fight that delayed our departure about an hour. It always happens. The stress of the situation, of leaving on a certain schedule and making sure we have everything and didn't leave the baby on top of the car again, always spills over. It's never about when we leave or forgetting anything, either. It's usually just some smug comment that sends someone over the edge. Anyway, we planned to visit the extended family and then the zoo that Saturday, a plan which had FAILURE written across it. Of course we're late leaving from Guy, of course the visit runs long, so of course we get there about 40 minutes before the zoo closes. I was so disappointed. I felt like a kid who's 10th birthday bash was canceled because some relative had to go and die. And I reacted as such. But luckily the next day we hit the zoo on the way back to Austin. It was awesome, as the Houston Zoo should be. I will upload pics to the Flickr shortly.
Deven is six months old officially as of tomorrow. I cannot believe we have already put a half a year behind us. He's as beautiful and awesome as ever. When we take him out anywhere people always stop to faun over him, and as long as they stay at least 2 feet away from him he smiles and laughs back at them. Today we took Deven to the grocery store and instead of putting him in the car seat/stroller we decided to let him sit in the cart to practice his big-boy sitting skills. Of course he wasn't in there bare-seated. We bought this cute little cart/restaurant high-chair cover with straps and a cushion and toys hanging from it. He lasted a good 25 minutes before he started to get antsy. He started getting bi-polar on us. One second he was making his overly-excited accordion-gasping sound and the next he was fussing and rubbing his eyes. Even when we got home I couldn't get him to nap. He just wanted to bang on that god damned drum.
We also bought him a door jumper and he loves it. He can jump and spin and laugh all at the same time now. He doesn't really have the rhythm of jumping just yet. It's more like an excited leg quiver. I'm going to take a video or some pictures and post them tomorrow.
In other news, I went to the dentist for the first time in about 2 years on Friday. Let me preface by saying I have had horrible experiences with dentists and I only go when I really have to. Since pregnancy screws you up from head to toe, and that includes your teeth, I figured it was time. The xrays are always the worst part for me because I have a sensitive gag reflex, and the struggle to get me to bite down without crying and yanking a stranger's rubber-gloved hand out of my mouth is so great that most dentists don't even try it on me. They give up and go with just the physical exam or the panoramic xray. So it has been revealed that I have 3 impacted teeth that most certainly will need extracting, and surprise! I need braces. This is likely as surprise to anyone reading this because I refuse to show myself smiling. I have horrible teeth. The health of the teeth is fine, but the anatomy is ghastly. I have "fangs". Not even exaggerating. Anyway, I have to schedule consultations with an orthodontist and an oral surgeon. This is going to be so very, very expensive. (And no dad, it's not because I wasn't interested in going to the dentist, it's more that you couldn't be trusted to find one that wasn't a psycho. And mom just didn't give a crap.)
Anyway, I'm going to cut this short now. I'm exhausted and the baby is asleep. I'm going to try and read before he wakes up again. Night all.