Stupid Doctor

I'm just a little ticked this week at Madison's doctor. I know this is a blog and not a novel so I wont go into the whole Madison thing but remember him in your prayers cause right now he's really sick. He's got a stomach virus/flu or something.

Anyways, he went to his doctor that he goes to for "everything else" and they told him that it was just side effects of his medications, so they changed his medicine, AGAIN!!!

I'm just like, WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD THEY DO THIS!?!?!?

Madison hasn't even had time to adjust to his new doses and now they've done screwed it up again. Ya'll pray for me, cause right now I wanna call that doctor and tell him what I think and then i'm gonna offer him to come live at my house with my husband who keeps changing meds and see how he likes it!!!!!! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

My first Blog!!!! YAY

Okay, So everyone knows I don't blog. I don't have time for blogging but every chance I get, I enjoy getting in here and reading everyone else's.
However, I had a cute little experience that I thought I would share with anyone who might read this, so here goes.
This morning we had just left home heading to daycare when my Baby M (2 but still my baby) starts crying and says, mommy you didn't fix my hair like T.W. (her bestest friend). I thought really quick and said, yes honey I did... remember, she wears it like this all the time. So I crossed my fingers and actually said a little prayer that T.W. would please please please wear her hair the same way I had fixed baby m's today. In the meantime, she's still crying so my husband proceeds to talk to her like she's a sixteen yearold dramaqueen telling her how she needs to just be herself because God made us all special in our own ways, and if we try to be like everyone else then we just aren't as special and that she is absolutely beautiful. By this time we were at daycare and Baby M is still saying, "I'm just not pretty!" and I of course was just laughing hysterically. If anyone would have told me that we would be having these discussions when my daughter was only two, I would have never believed them! Anyways, the husband was able to talk her down by telling her over and over how pretty she really is and by the time we walked into daycare, she was completely over it. It should be interesting to see how her hair is fixed when I pick her up... she always changes it after I drop her off so that she is matching her BFF!