Starting Month 12

Well today is Jack's 11 month birthday. I know I have said it before, but wow time flies. I wish I could say that today was a good day in the Jackaroo household, but I can't quite say that. For one thing, Jack has a pretty nasty cold and for that matter so do I. I was being so proud that I wasn't getting sick like everybody else in my office, but I guess I spoke too soon. I think I will blame it on Jack, it's all his fault.

So Jack was pretty grumpy today. I know he was just miserable. He couldn't breath, everytime he tried to go to sleep, he would start coughing like crazy. And on top of that he has a pretty nasty diaper rash going on. I finally got to Walmart today to pick up the Butt Paste. I am really hoping that helps.

Speaking of Walmart, they tried to pick me up for shoplifting today. I was walking out with my 3000 bags of Walmart goodies and the little alarm went off. Well I didn't even pay any attnetion to it and just kept walking out of the store. Well some pimply faced teenager comes running out after me, telling me that I have to go back into the store. I'm like what the ---- (you can fill in the blank). I had a sick and very grumpy baby who badly needed to go home and they are telling me that I have to go back in the store for shoplifting. Give me a break! So Pimple Face asks me for my receipt and I tell him its in one of the 3000 bags in the cart. I go searching through the bags and finally come up with the stupid piece of paper. He goes over the list of $120 worth of items and says "Hmm theres nothing here that should have set the alarm off" and proceeds to tell me that he has to search my bags and cross reference with the receipt! At this point I am livid and say that if he is going to take the time to do this ---- thing (again fill in the blank) then I want my $120 back. He said he can not do that. I said "what you want to search my baby's pockets?" Then he said would you like to speak with my manager? And I think to myself "Yes, finally an adult to speak to". So he calls his manager over and lo and behold his "manager" is a (ok I will be nice here) overweight Hispanic "young" woman who takes about 5 minutes to walk 10 ft. She goes through my receipt and makes the declaration I guess only "managers" can make and decides that it must of been the medicine I bought that triggered the alarm and let me go! Then she walks away (slowly) and there is no apology no nothing from either Pimple Face or his "manager". I swear if they didn't have the lowest prices on certain items, I would not go there again.

For Jack's 11 month birthday (or at least that is what I am calling it ha) we got a "baby prison" or at least that is what Jack is calling it. I call it a place I can put him so that my bathroom doesn't look like a hurricane hit it every morning. I don't think Jack likes it much, we'll see what the future will bring.

On sad news, I found out the other day that my parents are not going to make it here for Jack's first birthday as planned. My Dad is not doing very well and can't make the trip. Everybody here is very bummed about it, but hopefully if all goes well, we can make it Michigan to see Grandpa on his birthday in a couple weeks. We all hope you get better Grandpa!