Biography

The name is Andrea. I don't live in alleys and neither could I be found there.I live in St. George, Utah. I'm in love with Martin Medina and my son Tristan Medina They're famous, like obviously you'll know who they are. My husband is in the Army stationed in Fort Irwin, I miss him dearly. I'm a die-hard fan of White, Pink and Gray. Not much of Black or Brown . Zebra Cakes and Code Red are my two best friends, they're always by my side whenever I need them. My greatest enemies are Liar, Backstabber, Hypocrite and Nag. I hate them alot. The world would be sucha better place without them all.

Pastentries

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♥ July 2010
♥ August 2010
♥ September 2010
♥ October 2010
♥ November 2010
♥ December 2010
♥ May 2011
♥ June 2011

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Tristan REFUSES to sleep in his crib. The first year of his life was spent in Kentucky (where he was born) and he had no problems with sleeping. At 2 weeks old he was sleeping through the night in his own crib. But when we moved here we had to live with Martin's parents for a month until we got our new place. They took Tristan into their own bed at nights so he got used to sleeping in bed with someone. I don't really blame them, they only seen him once the first year of his life but I'm really in a pickle here. Now he's been sleeping between me and Martin and it's really getting old. So we started by just putting him in there and trying the "cry it out" method... total FAILURE! That boy is soooo stubborn. He'll cry for as long as it takes for me to give in and sometimes he'll scream until he just about pukes. One night he cried for over an hour!! I tried to get into a routine like bathing him, reading to him, then putting him to bed but that didn't seem to work at all either. And when we actually get him to sleep on his own, he wakes up like 2 hours later and screams. Then we can't put him back in his crib because he gets his hands wrapped up in my hair with a death grip. I'm really frustrated, I could cry. I don't know what else to do. I've been googleing ideas all day and everyone has the same advice: cry it out or the routine thing. Great. I don't know what else to do. I guess we're just gonna have to keep up the cry it out thing and hope that someday it works.


With Love,