Leslie Lee’s Weblog

Tomorrow, June 21, will be John and my 5th wedding anniversary. Can you believe it?? The wedding doesn’t seem that long ago at all! I was thinking what I wanted to write about it, and I thought, well I could write a bunch of cheesy yuck about how much I love John, but I will spare you all the lovey dovey details of my 13-year (and counting) romance with my high school sweetheart and instead share some old pictures…

John’s first father’s day was pretty relaxed. We went to Hobee’s for breakfast then sat around and watched golf – John’s new obsession. I didn’t mind because the celebrity pre-tournament (or something) was on so that sparked my interest a little bit. Matt Lauer, Tony Romo, Justin Timberlake and some other guy I ddin’t know were playing. I’m usually a big fan of JT, but he looked ridiculous. He was wearing the stupidest outfit that was way too tight and not really golf appropriate (he was wearing tuxedo pants), his hat was just ugly and he needed a shave. It was very disappointing. On the other hand, Tony Romo is adorable! I had no idea! Jodi came over and we played with Olivia while John went to play golf with Eric. It was a nice day, until…..dun dun dun. Then the Evil Witch made her appearance. 

So as most of you know, I don’t exactly have a  relationship with my father. But I sent him a card for Father’s Day, I sent it out on Friday so that he’d get it on Saturday, just in time. I’m still upset over all the recent events, like how he didn’t come to visit me in the hospital, he’s only seen Olivia twice, when she was 2 days old and then at my brother’s birthday dinner in April. He didn’t call me on my first mother’s day. He made a huge deal about me not wanting to help his kids with their leprechaun traps for school when I was about 8 months pregnant. Anyways, I didn’t call him yesterday. Big deal. Well, apparently Cyndi thought so. She texted me the most ridiculous text message. Like it’s any of her business anyways. Why doesn’t she just butt out?? Her text:

“I’m so done with you girls your dad is right your very cold”

Isn’t that lovely? Well it really pissed me off, I’m just so sick of all these little threats of hers. She’s always saying how she’s “done” with us (my sister and I), yet she keeps coming back, inviting us to stupid shit, using the twins to guilt us into stuff. I wish she would just be done and go away! So I didn’t exactly respond thoughtfully:

“I sent him a card, u bitch. & I was done with you a LONG time ago”

Of course she has to write back, and it went on for a few exchanges – but I didn’t send any others with foul language, I didn’t want to stoop to her level. What really baffles me is why does my dad let her do things like this? Why is she any part of this? When did it become alright for her to butt inbetween her husband and HIS children? When Alexis and Cyndi don’t get along, he doesn’t get in the middle of it and call Alexis on his own, calling her names or whatever. WHY does he let her do it?? I just don’t understand. 

On a happier note…look how big Olivia’s getting!

So last weekend was really good. John was soooooo nice. I think he felt bad about how hard I’ve had it for the past two weeks, although this past week went waaaaay better. But it’s still tough and Friday night I was exhausted. I think it all caught up with me finally. I have been staying up way to late. It’s because of my new obsession – McDonald’s Vanilla Iced Coffee. I think they put crack in it. Have you tried it? Omg, it’s deeeelicious! I’ve been getting one on my way home everyday, around 5 o’clock, and the caffeine has been kicking my butt. I’m a total light weight from being pregnant, one coffee and I’m totally wired. So I stay up until like one in the morning, and then I’m like well, O is going to wake up soon, so I might as well stay up for that…and then I’m up until 3 or 4am! So anyways, back to my story! So Saturday morning John let me totally sleep in. I didn’t get out of bed until 12:30, aahhhhhh, it was so nice not to have to worry about a crying baby. I mean, I did still have to get up and pump, but it was at my own leisure, and then I’d go back to bed. Just like the old days…

BTW – I’m going to try giving up the coffee this week!

Sunday afternoon we went to the Greek Festival in San Jose, it was fun. A couple of our friends belong to the church that puts it on, and so a bunch of our friends went. It’s nice to hang out with people because everybody wants to hold the baby, and I (we) get a break. So I got a chance to let loose a little bit, and I had 2 beers! Omg, I know! Whoopdee Doo! A year ago it would have been soooo not a big deal, but I’m a “lightweight”, so I got pretty tipsy. Well then hours later, when I was totally sober I fed Olivia some booby juice, straight from the tap and I put her to bed at about 8:30. I woke up later around 2:30, pumped and started warming up a bottle since I figured she’d be up soon (we bottle feed at night since she always falls asleep at the boob and doesn’t eat enough), she usually gets up around 3 so I thought perfect. Then I went back to bed and woke up to her crying at 5:30! Yeah, 5:30am! She slept like 9 hours straight! And then went back to sleep after being fed until 8:00!

Well, I felt all guilty cuz I thought maybe it was because of the beer! Then I thought I should drink beer every night! Just kidding. But I really did think it was because of the beer, even though I read many articles saying that alcohol leaves your blood stream in 60-90 minutes, and as long as you don’t feel drunk, it’s probably okay. So all day Monday I felt guilty (and well rested).

Monday night she went to bed at 8:00. I didn’t drink any alcohol. She woke up this morning at 5:50am. She guzzled down almost 6oz of milk, & went back to sleep until 10:15! Yah! And I know she had no chance of being intoxicated this time! Whatta good sleeper, huh??

The down side to this good night time sleeping is the lack of day time naps. She is not a napper, at all. 15-30 minutes, tops. This means that I don’t have any down time. It’s baby all the time. No time to get anything done. And it’s not like she’s happy fun baby all day, no. She’s only happy fun smiley baby for about an hour or two, and that’s not all at once. The rest of the time she’s whiny sensitive baby. Oh, but you know who she absolutely LOVES?? John. If John walks in the room, and she’s grumpy and doing that half way pathetic cry that’s not even really a cry, and she hears his voice, all of a sudden she’s all smiles and big dimples. It’s hilarious! I wish she would do that for me. That would make my day so much easier!

Anyways…. so last week we went to the dr’s for her 2 month check up. She’s doing well. The Dr still heard her little heart murmur, so it’s still there, but the cardiologist requested that we do a follow up when Olivia is 4 years old, so she (the Dr.) said that that’s a good sign – that he (the cardiologist) is requesting an appointment so far away. Otherwise she is doing A-OK! She now weighs 11Lbs, 11oz. As far as percents go… weight – 75th percent tile, which means she is heavier than 75% of babies her age; height/length – 12th percentile, which means she is shorter than 88% of babies her age; head (circumference) – 7th percentile, which means she has a super small head, which you would never know because her cheeks are so big! Anyways, I thought that that was really funny! She’s just like me! Short and fat! And Jodi & my dad have sort of abnormally small heads, so I’m guessing that’s where she gets that from. If you’re wondering what she gets from John, we’re thinking her eyebrows, poor thing. John has this funky eyebrow where the hair grows upwards and sort of has a weird cowlick in it, and he can raise just that one. Well, she has the same thing, and she totally can raise that one brow, it’s so funny.

Last Tuesday she turned 2 monthes, and of course we took pictures, the ones that I took are hilarious, she’s not too into it, but as soon as John comes over she’s a happy camper. Can you tell which one he took? They almost don’t even look like the same baby, the pics I took are like of Olivia’s grumpy twin sister or something.

On Saturday we also went to my little sister’s piano recital, I thought I’d share the few pics that I got…

And here are a few from the Greek Festival, of everybody else holding our baby…