Normally I try to stay positive with our blog. Last weekend Karli threw up ALL over the bathroom. We had lasagne for dinner...enough said. Sunday night Scott starting throwing up. He is the BIGGEST baby and needs more attention than any newborn I've seen when he's sick. It's kind of ridiculous. Well, Tuesday rolls around and I'm pretty sure I've escaped it. No such luck; I woke up Wednesday dying. Not really dying, but I felt like it. Does this mean I act like an infant? No! Of course not. Scott's still not feel up to par as of today. I feel ok, but kind of poopy.
Yesterday Scott went to start his car to run some errands and he comes in and says somebody had gotten into his car during the night, that everything was everywhere. When I ask if the got into mine he replies that he didn't check. Really? You have to walk by my car to get to and from yours. Really? I go check...CRAP...everywhere! Seriously? It's a little ridiculous. I haven't even been able to manage making such a HUGE mess in my own car. That's saying something. Just papers everywhere. They didn't take any of my CD's, but they took my i-pod. Yet they took all of Scott's CD's. Weird. They hit our neighbors too. I actually got a call from her saying she had found an envelope with Scott's name and a bunch of our pictures in it. They had actually taken pictures of us and the kids! CREEPY. Yet they didn't take our neighbors golf clubs, just sunglasses. I hate people like this. Seriously, if your going to break into my freakin' car at least clean the thing out. I guess it's our fault for not locking them, but come on people! They are both parked under an awning towards the back of the house. It's pretty freakin' ballsy. I wouldn't do it, but what can I say, I'm a wuss. Stupid kids....
