NO! I didn't get a picture of his cake. I didn't do anything special though, just a vanilla cake with vanilla frosting and a number 2 candle. He liked the cake though and it turned out pretty good...for a box cake that is. haha.
I did have that moment when I was like "wow, he's 2! This is crazy!" Then I thought about the next year he would be 3 and he would be able to talk to me better and then the next he would be 4 and going to Pre-K then so on and so forth. I had that moment like the day before his actual birthday.
Yes, I really dislike when kids eat NOTHING but junk. I will feed him fast food and stuff but usually its homemade food. He does eat processed stuff and sugar, but not nearly as much as he eats homemade or fresh foods. He loves fruit and eats all sorts of berries every day. He loves watermelon! He also does pretty good with veggies, some days he doesn't like some stuff but then other days he's fine. I guess like an adult, he just has more picky days than others. haha. But he eats salad and loves it! He eats regular iceberg lettuce, romaine and spinach. He eats all the good stuff like that. For breakfast he usually gets a big plate of fruit like you guys saw, some milk and a hard boiled egg(but just the white, he doesn't like yolk). So he's a pretty good eater! He does well at other peoples houses too, he's not very picky which is SO easy when he goes to someone's house.
He also drinks a lot of water which I think is good, because a lot of kids don't like to drink water, just sweet stuff.
I would be lying if I said that he never ate processed chicken nuggets, because come on...who can resist a chicken nugget? I know I can't! But he more healthy stuff than crappy stuff.
A few weeks ago, I saw a toddler probably AJ's age walking through walmart with a large mcdonalds cup, drinking out of it! This kid was probably like 60 lbs and shorter than AJ who is almost 3 feet tall and weighs 33 lbs. I was disgusted. I'm pretty sure that the dark liquid that the kid was drinking was soda and I think thats BS. AJ has never had soda and I plan to keep it that way, since I cut soda out of my life completely! But seriously, who lets a 2 year old drink soda?! Thats insane.
Anyway, the dog is doing fine. My MIL is coming into town tomorrow evening and she wants Woody back. I put my foot firmly down and told my husband hell no. I'm not doing it again. Its not the dogs fault that my FIL is a crazy person, so he shouldn't have to suffer.
As it turns out my MIL told my FIL to take Woody to the VET to get his shots so they could board him while he went to Florida. It was too much to take him to the VET so he was going to take him to the POUND! I mean really?! I was even more freaking shocked when my husband told me that tonight after he talked to her. I was like "maybe he got confused and thought she said pound?" He was like "no, he just didn't want to take him to the vet and figured the kill shelter would be easier." I swear to the sweet baby jesus that my jaw hit the floor, I smacked myself in the forehead and was like "WTF?!" I'm pretty sure at that point, my brain jumped out of my ear and went to the fridge to find the beer, it was done for the night.
So I guess tomorrow night, we'll have the talk with my MIL to see what the hell is going to happen, but I can go ahead and tell everyone...a big fat nothing. Nothing will happen. He'll continue to live here and put himself and others in danger while he drives while xanex'ed up and he'll wrap his car around a tree or kill someone else. Its horrible. He doesn't even know what time period we're in. He went to Florida 3 MONTHS ago and he things he went 2 WEEKS ago. So he's super confused about when/what day/what month it is. Maybe he has dementia or Alzheimer's? He's only 52 is that early on set or what? I'm going to WebMD it.
Wow, thats pretty deep stuff. But please, let it bring you guys some laughs and feel glad that you're not in this family. I married into that. Good lord. Sometimes, I just want to back of the room slowly and be like "I was never here, I'm a ghost."
So when you guys think you're having bad days, you can read this and be happy that you know when you are and where you are. And that you don't have to deal with that crazy sh*t. I think I should write a freaking book. "The Life and Times of Morgan: You Can't Make This Sh*t Up."
Oh SO done now. Ugh, beer is not my friend.