Things That Are Hard Not To Do

There are some things that are just hard not to do.  I find most of these things come from an outside influence, but we're so ingrained to do a certain behavior, it's hard to follow instructions.

For example, when the doctor tells you to breathe normally so he can listen to your lungs, the one thing you're sure to not do is breathe normally.  Or what about when the doctor tells you to relax, this won't hurt a bit, right before giving you an injection.  Bring on the tense.

What about not flushing the toilet?  Someone's in the shower and you don't want to hot spike them.  Ten seconds later, you've forgotten and you flush the toilet from long-standing habit.

Or have you returned a rental car, and taken the keys with you?  You can even be chanting to yourself right before you get out of the rental car, "leave the keys, leave the keys" but your hand knows it's suppose to grab the keys before leaving the car. 

And the best way to mess someone up when they're about to do something difficult in sports is to tell them not to think about how they swing the golf club or breathe when bowling a ball.  Mean.  But fun.

Today at the eye doctor they did an ultrasound on my eyes.  Your eyes are numbed and the technician puts a suction cup directly on your eye.  She moves it around for what seems like an hour taking measurements with a machine that goes "bing" every few seconds.  She said, "Just relax."  I tried.  It never happened.

The Big Boy Update:  Ducky.  One of the first sounds he made regularly was, "duck."  It wasn't directed at anything really, but it was funny when he would walk around chanting it.  Today he said, "ducky" and pointed at the dog.  Has he been saying, "doggie" all along and I'm just picking up on it?

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  Hungry.  She's eating more food more regularly.  We kept a journal for our son for six months and then felt confident enough that he was consuming enough that we didn't need to track it any longer.  The vacation and erratic schedule with multiple people feeding my daughter has helped us decide five months is long enough to track her.  The little baby log is now stored in the memories drawer for the future.

Right-size Countdown:  4.6 pounds to go.  I swear, some days my body just holds on to water weight to make me question how much I really ate the day before, even if I know I didn't overeat.