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It took me a very very long time to come to the decision not to circumcise Andy, but I'm terribly glad I didn't do it. I think it's a creepy ritual to mutilate a baby, and without a religious reason to do it, I don't think people should. I try not to push this opinion on others (at least in person!), but I'm glad to see that the rate of circumcisions is gonig down in the US. Here's a new article about the topic on Boston.com. To anyone having a boy, I ask that you think long and hard before you come to this decision. At least make sure it's a decision you want to make for your child, one that you can't allow him to make for himself. Because there's really no going back once it's done.

Yesterday I found a friend on Facebook that I haven't seen since I was a freshman in college. Her family moved away from our home town, so I never saw her on vacations and we lost touch. It is so exciting for me, I love reconnecting with people I like. Especially since I don't really have friends down here yet! I love how easy it is to find people nowadays because of the internet. Now I have one more friend from high school I have to find. Unfortunately, his name is the same as a chef with his own tv show on the Food Network, so he's been harder to find. I wish everyone would just get Facebook and MySpace profiles already so they'd be more easily found!

Maybe because I found this friend, I had a dream last night about another friend that I don't speak to anymore. I've mentioned this many times on this blog in the past. We were very close, and it's been hard for me to come to terms with her distance. I haven't initiated contact since Andy was born as she's shown she doesn't want to make any effort. I have moved on, but the dream made me sad. We fixed all our problems and were going to be the best of friends again. I wish it was that easy, that we didn't grow apart. I guess this is part of growing up, we change and move on sometimes. I miss how easy friendships were when we were little. Everything was more simple back then.

The other day I was talking to my mom while sitting in my new chair in the living room (OMG my quality of life has gone up now that I have living room furniture!), when Andy started to scream. Being that he is a "high needs" baby, this is a common occurrance, so I thought nothing of it. When is Andy not screaming? I check him out and quickly freak. There is blood coming out of my little man's mouth!!!!! I hang up quickly, pick him up, and try to figure out what happened. There was no indication of him falling, scraping himself, biting his tongue or lip, or anything. But his upper lip was still bleeding a lot. And he wasn't swallowing it, so it pooled in his mouth and dripped onto his jumper. I of course freak out and call Peter who couldn't help as he was at work. But the blood stopped as quickly as it had started, leaving me a total wreck but with an okay baby. I tried to put ice on his lip, but Andy just wanted to suck on the ice and then push it away over and over again. Now he just has a little scab on his lip, and he forgot the incident immediately. I was certainly shook up though. It was the first time he's actually bled, and I didn't like it. Andy's blood should stay in his body, thank you very much. Poor little guy.

Yesterday marked the six year anniversary of my wedding to Peter. I cannot believe that much time has passed. It seems like yesterday that the limo was driving up to the church, that we were exchanging vows in front of everyone, that we were waiting patiently for the horse race to be over so a third of my guests would leave my grandparents' tv room so we could get on with the cake cutting ceremony. It's been a wonderful six years, and I'm even more in love with Peter than I was on that special day. Here's to another 106 years of marital bl

I had a poop incident with Andy today. Do they ever end? He had his first poop leak in well over a month, and in the middle of cleaning it up, there's a knock at the door. It's our new computer, and I have to sign for it. I had no idea what to do. I couldn't ignore the computer, who knows how we'd get it? But I couldn't leave Andy on the changing table because he could fall off. And I couldn't open the gate unless I held him with one arm, but then I'd end up with poop all over myself. So I placed him on the ground in his room and ran downstairs. When I was done with the delivery woman, Andy had made his way to the top of the stairs and was standing at the gate quite happy with no pants on. I go up there, pick him up under his arms and make my way back to the changing table. And I see a huge amount of poop all over it. I couldn't put him there, but if I placed him on the ground to take the changing table cover off, he could get poop on the rug. Like he already had when I placed him there the first time. There was a huge streak on the floor. But that is what I had to do, and luckily no more poop appeared. I changed him, then got to work on the rug. I have some kid stain stuff, and it worked very well actually. But ugh. I thought I was past this part. But now Andy takes my disgust of his poop personally.

We also received our huge furniture shipment today. It all has to be put together, but it'll be so nice to sit on something other than dining room chairs in the living room. And we'll get our tv off the floor in the bonus room. Very exciting. Although now it's making us push forward with painting our way too bright and sunny yellow guest bedroom so we can put our new bed in there and buy a new mattress for us. It's hard to buy a mattress when your son FREAKS out every time you leave the house or try to talk to anyone besides his parents. People think I'm a bad parent probably, but I can't get him to stop. If I get upset, he gets hurt. And if I'm supportive he just keeps it up. It's a good thing I like the house.