#note musick

7 month old Note and 1 month old Treble. Same outfit again for their first Thanksgivings. I am still in awe at this size difference! The pants even look a bit tight on Treble's waist and he's wearing a disposable in this photo. 😂 Note was such a cutie. She had more roundness to her face (like me).

This is insane to me. Treble is basically the size of a 5 week old. 😳 This kid is growing like a weed and gaining weight like crazy. Note's height at 5 weeks was 22 inches. Treble's height at 11 days was 21.7 inches. He's my last baby. Kind of wanted him to be small lol

I hate the way my FIL treats Note. He's always trying to scare her and never lets her do anything and always tries to control her. He treats her like a burden all the time. They invited me to mass and I'm not religious but said we would love to go, because why not right? Well it was a horrible experience. I understand that is a place of worship and he wants to go there to spend time with God, but jfc. We were in the cry room because Note is 2 and my sister in law, Abby, is 3. Well Abby is very undisciplined and was yelling (legit yelling) and climbing and jumping on the pews. Note laughed because I mean come on they're a freaking 2 year old. They see someone acting silly of course they're going to laugh. And my FIL stares Note down. But HARD. And he makes this like growling sound in his throat he always does to "scare Note into listening". And I just hate it. I hate that he makes me feel like my child is a burden when his child is acting WAY worse than mine. We just walked out EVEN THOUGH WE WERE IN THE CRY ROOM AND THATS THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF THE FREAKING CRY ROOM. I can't wait until my MIL gets a divorce. He's Frank's step father and we already agreed he won't have any ties to Note or Treble because he's a huge asshole. He makes us feel like a burden for just existing and is super rude to us. If we say anything about it, he makes a HUGE deal about it. He really stresses me out. The other day he came in to tell me that Karma, our Great Dane, got out of the yard. I understand I'm not heavily pregnant or anything, but he didn't even offer to help me chase down the freaking dog. It's my dog, my responsibility. Totally get that, but like wtf? Who doesn't help a pregnant person with something like that? I had to wrestle this huge dog back into the yard all by myself and move the heavy, full trash can back in front of the door… WHEN HE WAS THE ONE WHO LET HER OUT. So done with him.

We broke the pregnancy news to Note while we were still in El Paso. Note did not take it well, ha. Hopefully not a precursor of things to come.