So the week of my finals, I had to practice guitar, like so much it made us all sick of it, but Ammo still found it very interesting to play with mine, so after fighting him for a long time i went to the store just went perusing to see if they had anything worth getting, and all i could find were little plastic "eletrical" guitars that didn't even have strings, so i finally asked a worker and after some searching they found a whole bunch of mini accoustic guitars that have real strings and everything!! it was so cool! and the best part was that it was majorly on sale! That made me super happy cause he loves it and it was half the price of the lame cheap plastic ones. yay for finding sales. Im trying to teach him how to hold it, but its a little too big, but he tries and its super cute. I get him to put his fingers on the strings and i cant help but kiss him cause hes super cute! anyways, i think he'll be a guitar player when he gets older... yeah that would be cute!
ok so sunday night conference night, ammon started acting really weird, he grabbed a blanket and got on the couch and just wanted to cuddle up, we thought he was being all cute but a few hours later he had a fever and was screaming his head off, we realized that he was teething! It was probably the worst timing ever cause i had a huge final the next morning, we didnt get any sleep and had NO medicine for the poor guy and our walmart isnt a 24 hour one or i would have made a 12:01 medicine run... it went on for 48 hours of hardly any food, no sleep and just miserable-ness. He just wanted mommy to hold him and it was so sad. Here he is the following monday, sean got him to fall asleep only if their faces were smashed together, Daddy looks deformed, but i think the pressure on his cheek helped with the soreness of his tooth. poor baby. We finally figured out that we could feed him with a syringe and a feeding tube, it was from when he was a newborn, the hospital sent it hope with us in case we ever needed it. its just a tube attached to the end of a syringe and we filled it with pedialite, milk and anything else we could get him to take, he was starving! that began to help us when he got food in his little tummy. He was such a good sport.
So the week of my finals, I had to practice guitar, like so much it made us all sick of it, but Ammo still found it very interesting to play with mine, so after fighting him for a long time i went to the store just went perusing to see if they had anything worth getting, and all i could find were little plastic "eletrical" guitars that didn't even have strings, so i finally asked a worker and after some searching they found a whole bunch of mini accoustic guitars that have real strings and everything!! it was so cool! and the best part was that it was majorly on sale! That made me super happy cause he loves it and it was half the price of the lame cheap plastic ones. yay for finding sales. Im trying to teach him how to hold it, but its a little too big, but he tries and its super cute. I get him to put his fingers on the strings and i cant help but kiss him cause hes super cute! anyways, i think he'll be a guitar player when he gets older... yeah that would be cute!
ok so sunday night conference night, ammon started acting really weird, he grabbed a blanket and got on the couch and just wanted to cuddle up, we thought he was being all cute but a few hours later he had a fever and was screaming his head off, we realized that he was teething! It was probably the worst timing ever cause i had a huge final the next morning, we didnt get any sleep and had NO medicine for the poor guy and our walmart isnt a 24 hour one or i would have made a 12:01 medicine run... it went on for 48 hours of hardly any food, no sleep and just miserable-ness. He just wanted mommy to hold him and it was so sad. Here he is the following monday, sean got him to fall asleep only if their faces were smashed together, Daddy looks deformed, but i think the pressure on his cheek helped with the soreness of his tooth. poor baby. We finally figured out that we could feed him with a syringe and a feeding tube, it was from when he was a newborn, the hospital sent it hope with us in case we ever needed it. its just a tube attached to the end of a syringe and we filled it with pedialite, milk and anything else we could get him to take, he was starving! that began to help us when he got food in his little tummy. He was such a good sport.
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