Happy Birthday Tater!!!

One year ago today Mr. Awesome and I were debating whether or not we should call my parents to come get Toser because my water had broken but we didn't want to wake anyone up. And then my contractions stopped after we did call them around 7:00 am so we called them back and asked them to pick up Chick-Fil-A on their way to our house. Um, priorities people. We hung out for a little while, pushed Toser on the swing and took our merry little time getting to the hospital. It was a nice, relaxing morning (other than those stupid contractions).

This morning started out a little differently. They came in for lab work at 5:45 and while Tater did not like being woken up with bright lights, he was smiling and flirting with the tech. And of course she couldn't find a vein because Tater's veins are horrible and shot; she asked the nurse if she could prick his finger instead of sticking him in a vein and then went and stuck him before getting the answer. (Okay, excuse me, but um, WHAT WAS THE FREAKIN' POINT OF ASKING IF SHE WAS GOING TO GO AHEAD AND STICK HIM?!!) I was trying not to piss off the lady who was sticking my son, but I was also trying to express my displeasure with the whole situation. Well, actually, I might have said what I just said above, but you know, I said it very sweetly. Of course that vein was gone so she ended up pricking his finger too. Poor Tater. He looked at me with his lip all stuck out and looking pitiful with big tears in his eyes. And then guess who got all nauseous and light headed, complete with brown vision and twinkly lights, and would have fallen in the floor had there not been a chair next to her. Oooo, oooo! I know, I know! That would have been me. I have never reacted like that to blood before but I guess it was a bit early and I was mad at the tech and I skipped dinner last night and needed something to eat. Whoooboy, there's no better way to throw your weight around than almost passing out on the lab tech. Now, I'll get no respect. Me. The stinkin' light weight.

Anyway, Tater's 1!!! And we're having Peggy Ann cupcakes and presents! He's already scoping out the presents and looking at me with this huge grin like he knows what's going on. We'll smear cupcake on his face and be sure to get a good picture. It's going to be a fun day. Kajja and Toser came down yesterday to celebrate; Coco and Papa are coming down today; more family later in the week... stretching out the number of days you can get attention, that's what birthdays are like at home.

Happy Birthday Tater! We love you-you little booger!