He's a Little Slow....

So Stewie is mostly on track with his motor skills. For a ten month old. Which is good because he was born a month early.
He talks alot, alot of gibberish, but didnt talk alot when the ladies were here, and they said that hes got a 5 month olds vocabulary.. which could be true. I dont know.
I think he just likes speaking in tongues so we never know what hes saying about us!

Stewie still cant hold his own spoon, or cups, so some lady is gonna come twice a month for an hour each time, and help me out with helping him out. Its great, the government totally pays for this. Plus a little from his insurance.

So on thursday I had to go to the store with my son, and buy diapers with quarters and dimes. To top that off, he's got no pants that fit a baby over three months old. So he's gotta wear pajamas with a sweatshirt over them everywhere we go. Its pitiful. Hes got nothing to wear for winter. We are going to go to a thrift store and get him some clothes, we are just waiting for a week that we arent poor!!! This sucks so bad. I mean with him getting paid every two weeks, and with me not working. We are barely hanging in there.

But aside from that. Today we went to the airport and watched the planes. Stewie loves that. We cuddle up in a blanket and sit on the hood of my car. He mostly stares at the other people though. Hes definately a people watcher.
Still calls me NaNa. Hunny gets to be called Da at least. But Im what I called my crazy grandmother. Lovely isnt it? He can say mama... just doesnt chose to say it to me...

Well like I figured, my dad decided to not call me for a few days and then pretend that I never asked him for the nose job. He's like "So when you getting married?" like i havent told him 89 times. "So what do you want me to pay for? the hall or the cake or something" Im like I dunno dad... I dunno.
He pisses me off. Then he goes off about how he wants to trade in his 2005 car for a 2007 model and how its costing him all this money but its worth it. He always tells me what he spends on himself and how much he makes, but the one time I really ask him for something. Hes just a jerk. I swear its all he talks about is his money. But whenever one of his daughters really needs something, he always says "oh well its been a rough week" or something like that... this from a man who keeps a thousand dollars under his damn pillow for emergencies.
Its so sad to wish you never had to talk to your own father again. But the truth is, I really just have to be nice and hang in there.