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Some of my favorite pics from the last few weeks... {BTW, being away from Facebook is amazing!}

Brrr!

It's a cold day in PA!

And... I'm deactivated.

"Why is this such a saga, Adrienne? It's just Facebook." {repeat, repeat, repeat}

Ok, time to snuggle my little grouch!

Major withdrawal {Already, and I'm not even off yet }

I think I'm getting hives.

My cortosol levels are rising and my belly is bloated.  {Could be the muffins I'm scarfing, but whatever.}

Bacne is back! {D'ah! I'm in a wedding this weekend!}

I'm freaking out!

8 years!  My marriage with Mr. Facebook (Mr. F... Big)  has lasted a solid run and my feelings towards him has become toxic. These feelings have been bubbling beneath the surface for awhile and now I'm telling him, "No more!"

No more.

NO MORE??

Wait, WAIT... Really?

Ugh. Yes. Really.

One solid month without good ole reliable Mr. F. My milk to my Cheerios, my Frosty to my McDonald's fries, my ketchup to my ketchup. Yes, you read that correctly. { Cue sappy mini violin melody. }

It's only a short breakup you see. I have everything under control. Like any addict, I tell myself I don't have a problem. I couldn't admit that I had a problem until I sat back and thought about my life. Every time I experienced something ( heartache, happiness, frustration, gas) the first person I wanted to tell was Mr. F.  The thought of not sharing my inner thoughts and flatulence with him is anxiety inducing to say the least. It's gotten to the point that I tell Mr. F before my other man.

"Didn't you read on the Facebook invite anything about Wes's Buddy Walk? You were invited. You are his father."

Yes. That really happened.

So anyways... I'm in a state of disbelief that I am ending my near-decade long love affair, even though it's just for one month. It's grossly tragic, yet exhilarating at the same time. 

I dread not knowing when I miss a birthday, marriage, baby tooth, etc.

I hate not being up to date on the mundane day to day stuff.

I want to see your dog's / baby's pictures.

Maybe we can, I don't know ... talk on the phone?

Call me, maybe?

Friday{ish} is the day. Til when? December 8th.

Anti-social social experiment

I woke up this morning and thought to myself, "Self, I am sick of Facebook."

For real, I said that.

Honestly, I woke up thinking of the weeks of political rants, passive aggressive Facebook "likes" for either party and straight up obnoxiousness. Then yesterday I tried to have a little fun with facebook friends by replacing the word "vote/ voting/ voter" for "fart/ farting/ farter" on some status updates (on my wall) for a little kicks and giggles. All in good fun. In my good fun I apparently offended someone. 

I was flabbergasted.

Flabbergasted because it's politics. It's not our kids being called the "R-word" or saying something about race, gender and/ or stereotypes.

I said the word FART!

This someone is part of the Down syndrome community that I became "friends"  out of obligation.  

Seriously, it's like, "Hey, our kids have Down syndrome, so we must be friends!"

Yea, right. It's like being friends with someone because they have the same hair color as you. It's a racket, I tell you.

So let's just call it as it is. My friends are my friends because I call, text, email them. Oh wait, and I see them in person. I associate myself with people who have similar values and that's just that. If you don't believe in evolution or can't laugh at a political goofiness in good fun, I really have no interest in furthering a friendship. Sound rude? Well then don't be friends with me.

By the way, did you know I have 340 friends? {sarcasm}

I guarantee that I am a nice person, but I am really not as tolerant as I try to be. My mouth filter is starting to break and I don't want to be "that person". So, my lack of tolerance is leading me to my anti-social experiment.

By the end of the week my Facebook will be deactivated {literally} until December 15th{ish} - willing I decide to come back. I am sure there are those of you who really don't care, and that's fine. We're just not close.

However, if you are interested in the real me - follow me on Blogger. You don't need to be a blogger to do so. You can get email updates and communicate with me via comments. 

If you have my #, text me :)

If you have my email, email me :)

I am on Instagram at adrijoy83 {I can't quit all social media!}

 I really value my friends and Facebook has made it too easy to take them for granted.

"Fun Fact": I have been on Facebook everyday (unless on a cruise) since 2004 when Facebook was only available to college students. We had to request our school to be added!

May I interrupt Election Day for a sec?

Apparently there's an election going on today.

*crickets*

So, to "lighten" the mood, let's talk about the man of the blog...

Well, today we got some fabulous news...

The results of the upper barium swallow study shows that Wes no longer aspirates! Woot! So that means no more xanthan gum bottles! If you haven't had xanthan gum, let me tell you - it's foul. It's like a science experiment in Wes' bottles. Slimy, icky, sticky... you should see what comes out - Oye!   The best part is if I get a job, I will not have to spend ridiculous amounts of time preparing bottles every night. Pfew!{I will write the thickening recipe below if needed}

Wes also had his initial visit with the Trisomy 21 Center at CHOP. Basically, John and I are doing everything right! Wes is developing beautifully and shows few delays. Any delays are pretty minor and he will get there no matter what. The only thing we really need to do is set up OT.

Ok - now back to your election coverage.

BTW, if you think I'M sensitive about my son, you should see some people with this election. All I can say is, "Wow".

"Simply Thick" Recipe - 6 oz formula bottle

Honey Thick - 1/2 tsp Xanthan Gum
Nectar Thick - 1/4(i.e. 2/8) to 3/8 tsp Xanthan Gum.

Heat water in microwave safe dish for 30-45 seconds. This will be hot, but it is necessary to make the Xanthan Gum a thick consistency. Whisk in Xanthan Gum vigorously until gelled. Add 3 scoops formula. There will be bubbles, so if you can, let it sit before feeding. Use Y-cut nipple.