Queen of Rambles

I love the taste of bread I’ve let rise too long. I like to cook pizza dough the day after I make it. Mmmmmmm. . . yeasty!

I do not like the looks of out of control yeast growing in my child’s mouth. I do not like the thought of what it might do to my poor nipples.

Yup, we’ve got thrush. Or at least Erik does. I’ve been noticing white in his mouth the last couple of days but just thought it was milk. This evening I got a good look in his mouth and noticed it was almost totally white. Little bells went off in my head and I realized we’ve finally been struck with the dread thrush. Dr. Google assures me it is not that bad for baby, but it is easy to pass between us and will cause “exquisite pain” in my nipple. It wasn’t even a S&M site. I don’t like pain. It won’t be exquisite. It will hurt and I will cry. I’m going to be doing a lot of yogurt dipping in the next few days.

We went down to the health store and bought some chewable acidophilus tablets. Gross gross gross. I crushed one up and mixed it with water to try to make it baby friendly. The kid went nuts! Maybe it’s because he doesn’t get to eat much sugar, but he LOVED it and cried and threw a tantrum when I wouldn’t give him any more. Better than spitting it out, I guess. Let’s just hope it works.

Update on my crazy sister:

Here’s what I know (not much). They do have tickets to come home on Tuesday. This was just a learning trip, supposedly. It seems that her husband wanted to go over by himself to check things out (we suspect he found a girlfriend over there on the honeymoon) and my sister said there was no way he was going to go have fun without her, so off they went. If you’ve been reading long you know they aren’t big on responsibility. They’re just lucky there’s no such thing as debtor’s prison anymore or they’d be sold into slavery for the rest of their lives.

They say their plan is to wait until next year to actually move. My sister’s 17 year old step-son has a year left of high school and supposedly they want him to finish out at his current school. I’m glad they are thinking of him because from what I’ve heard of Hawaiian schools, a little white guy does not need to transfer there his senior year. As several of you have pointed out, tourist Hawaii and real life Hawaii are two very different things and I think a high school student would see the worst of the racism.

I hope this whole thing blows over, but we all fear it won’t. They are not known for patience. They are known for putting their wacky plans into motion without any planning or common sense. I am going to try to find some news stories about what life in Hawaii is really like, but I doubt it will do any good. My sister doesn’t believe any of that stuff applies to her. She wasn’t born with a worry gene. She’s a 14 year old in a 30 year old body.

They are living with the delusion that they’ll move over there and my mom will join them as nanny/housekeeper/cook because who wouldn’t want to move to Hawaii? My mom is not going to do that. She can’t screw up with her job and she can’t put any faith in their family. They move every two months and don’t believe in paying rent or bills (thus the reason they move every two months).

My sister doesn’t bear all the blame in this. In fact, I think she would be content to stay in our hometown and try to stay in the same place for a little while. Her husband is a runner. He is constantly trying to run away from everything. He gets jobs out of town (he is a roofer) as often as possible. He always has a great, grand plan to move somewhere awesome (like a homeless shelter in Denver–sooooooo awesome!). He would have been out of the picture years ago if my grandma wouldn’t keep giving him money. He knows my sister is a gravy train because she has some strange hold over my grandma. My grandma can’t say no to the girl. She can’t let her live with the consequences of her actions. She has some bizarre compulsion to make Lexie’s world perfect. They all need therapy.

So that’s what I know. I also know my mom has told my sister that she’ll go out to Hawaii and get the kids if they need rescuing, but my sister and her dumbass husband are on their own.

I gotta get to bed. My mom is leaving super early in the morning and I want to say bye before Mike takes her to the airport. I’m going to miss my mom so much! I wish we lived closer. Erik loves her, too. He starts yelling “Gammy! Gammy!” whenever she gets out of his line of sight. So, so cute. His language has exploded this past week. More about that later.

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