Today's Text Messages

12:59 -- I am on the phone doing a interview this pops up: "How's baby today?"

I don't respond, and by about 1:13 I get this. "Why are you so downright nasty? Can't tell me how is baby."

I text back: "She is at the daycare. You know that. You usually call them to find out how she is doing. You call them everyday. You are just texting me now to harrass me at work, and it's been noted."

His reply: 1:23 p.m. "Ur idot."

I don't reply. It's time to shut him out, knowing the insults will only get worse. Sure enough, two minutes later at 1:25 -- "Fine don't tell me, heartless beyoch."

Today it's almost civil for him. Yesterday with his 7-year old son in the backseat he shouts. " You could have someone there and fucking him in the garage I don't give a damn."

All this because I asked him to drop baby off at work because -- shock -- I was at work. I also knew that if I met him at the house it would be more of his verbal abuse. I have made it a point of never allow him in my house or be anywhere private with him. That at least forces him to be somewhat civil, and he wonders why I don't want to be with.

“Can she stand with assistance,” her doctor asked.

At that moment, she shimmed off my lap and positioned herself on the floor between my legs. She then took a few tentative steps forward holding on to my thighs until she was close enough to reach over and grab his.

Now using his legs as support, she stood and flashed a wide four-tooth grin at him.
Dr. A shook his head and laughed. “I guess I got my answer.”

Haha that is my girl. Happy, laid, back stubborn, and I see a future of joy and challenges ahead. For now, I enjoy that she is healthy weighing 20.7 pounds and of average height at 26 ¾.

Knew It Was Coming

Just got the baby to sleep when there was a knock on the door. Open it and it was a process server.

Forclosure papers have been filed. I am losing the house. I knew it was coming, don't know why I am crying.