Colorado!

So, we'll be heading out on Friday and plan on being back on Father's Day. I'm so excited. Mom has been waiting so long to see Anthony and I know she's just going to be over the moon and tickled pink. She does have other grand kids, but their moms (yes, moms. 2 kids, 2 different moms) don't really come around and don't really like my mom, so she never sees them anymore. This time, Mom is going to be SUPER involved in Anthony's life if I have anything to say about it. I'm so excited but kinda worried. 14 hours in the car with my MIL on the way there and back. Praying for strength. All else fails, I'll sleep like Anthony the whole time. I'm not really any good at driving in strange areas, so I doubt they will put me behind the wheel. Pray that all goes well with this trip. Its Little Man's first road trip and its going into the mountains. Nuks, don't fail me!
I also got my rings back this past Saturday. I had to send them in to get inspected and resized. My knuckle joints are bigger since being pregnant so I had to have it made bigger, but at least now I can wear it again and its not choking my finger also. Adam can't stop staring at it, he's so happy I have it back too.
Nothing else really going on except we are dealing with a lot of bullshit here at the apartment. On Friday, we had the people upstairs partying it up hard core. You should have heard how loud they were walking. It sounded like a wrestling match. I had stuff in the cupboards and the vent hood above the stove RATTLING, they were being so loud. They then took it out on the balcony. All fine and dandy until Adam and I hear someone grunting and it sounded like someone climbing on something wooden (hands against wood made a weird hollow sound). Adam gets up and walks to the sliding glass door only to be met by someone CLIMBING OUR BALCONY! DUDE! Adam freaked out on him and asked him WTF he was doing. I freaked out, asked him wtf he was thinking, called him a nice string of names and told him that if he woke the baby, I would unleash the wrath of God on him and he would pay for it like he's never paid for anything in his life. The guy said "Sorry, I'm gone" and jumped down. We now have that door shut, locked, and jimmy bar in place. There is NO WAY in hell that will EVER happen again if I have anything to say about it. But that sucks because now we have to keep that door shut always. And the hotter months are coming. And our AC is laughable. We are talking about getting a second jimmy bar, only shorter) so we can have the door open and not worry about how someone would get in. Yea this guy might have only been trying to get to the third floor balcony (remember, we are on the second floor, but the first is half under ground), but I have no way of knowing that he wouldn't come in and do something in our home. I did report it to the management office but the lady told me that I should have called the cops and she can't really do anything without a report. She also called the girl upstairs, but she wasn't answering her phone so I doubt anything will happen from it. The building keepers told us to call no matter what hour and said they were fine with us calling the cops before them if we saw fit. Why didn't we call the cops? I was beyond FURIOUS and about to go upstairs and beat the hell out of everyone up there to begin with. The management lady also asked why we didn't go upstairs and confront the partyers. Umm, SERIOUSLY? I'm going to walk my happy lil unprotected ass upstairs and possibly putting myself in harms way to confront people who could have weapons or Lord above knows what. I think not. I'm not a tard. I know I need to be safe and confronting people at 3 am is NOT safe. Management won't even listen to the building managers who ask for the very basic in repairs and materials to keep the building looking somewhat decent. Basically, now we are going to call the cops for every thing that happens around here until management realizes that they can't make everyone have to fend for themselves all the time. Adam has looked into buying a pistol for us to have here for protection. As much as I hate guns, don't want to shoot them, and don't like them in the same house as my child, I'm starting to think this is the ONLY way to protect my family. As I see it, that guy climbing our balcony is lucky Adam only had his boxers on and didn't go out there and kick his ass off the balcony and into the parking lot. Supposedly this chick is moving out at the end of the month. We'll see if she keeps herself on the straight and narrow until then. I miss Vicke, but at the same time, Vicke lied to us and told us it was a little old lady with a cane above us. NOT. It was 3 college girls. Lovely. But at least Vicke laid down the law and didn't let people party and pull off disrespectful stunts like this new Dawn chick does.
ANYWHO...
nothing else going on and I really should get going so that I can get SOME sleep and be rested up for work tomorrow and also for packing/cleaning house. Got to make sure the house is spotless just in case of emergencies or heaven forbid, someone to break in. We shall see.

Un-private?

So, I've made a choice to make Anthony's blog public again. I took down his photos so I feel safer about that. I've also decided that I will try to do a weekly post as a letter to this little miracle in my life. I'll be telling him the things that he has learned to do that absolutely amaze me and little milestones he reaches. I really hope that I can keep up with this, since I know it will be a huge present to Anthony when he's older. Good luck in your reading (if anyone even reads this...)