While running yesterday afternoon I got a text from my husband: "what do you want from Chinese?" I was at the little watering hole (which has a water fountain and there's not a hole anywhere, but that's what I like to call it anyway,) so I had a minute to text back that I wanted that fancy wonton soup that had all the extras in it like vegetables and multiple kinds of meat. I was going to have dinner ready for me when I got home!
When I got back I drank lots of liquids and yes, the Chinese order had arrived by then. I shared some of the broth of the soup with my children and then started to eat it myself. Normally, this is a dish I love. Yesterday, it just wasn't that great. The flavor was blah and the vegetables weren't snappy. Maybe I was just tired from the run.
I also ate an egg roll, but that too, didn't taste like they usually do. Must be me. I must have off taste buds today. This place has good food or we wouldn't continue to order from them. I shared some of the egg roll with my daughter and then I dumped the rest of the soup out.
Then, as stomach things tend to do, I started to get a niggling sense that things weren't right in the land of the tummy. It started mildly, but got more intense as time went on. As it was getting time for the children to go to bed I told my husband I thought I was going to be sick. I was hunching over because my stomach was cramping. Could it have been the food? It must have been the food.
But my kids weren't showing any signs and they'd both eaten some broth (well, not much as they made more of a mess than anything) and my daughter had eaten the egg roll with me (okay, just a few bites, but she did have some.) So if I was feeling ill, were we about to have a long night of three sick humans in our little four human household?
We got the two to bed, and right about then I did get sick. And as is very common, I felt immediately better afterwards. I only got sick once and the children never seemed to have any issues. I have a pretty strong stomach as it doesn't give me fits when I run full, ride in a boat or eat all manner of crazy foods together and whenever. But something bothered it yesterday.
I'm glad it was quick and over in a short time. I fell asleep and work up at midnight ravenous. I told my stomach I was tired and it could eat in the morning but it would have nothing of that argument. I had to get up and make soup. Yes, more soup. But better-tasting soup this time that didn't give me fits an hour after I'd eaten it.
The Big Boy Update: "Black is my favorite color." See, it's these random, unexpected comments that come out of the mouths of children that make us laugh. They also make us a little big jealous, simply because our minds are more cluttered, more constrained and more reserved than that of a child.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: "Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy." Today at lunch she repeated my name again and again while she ate her meal. Yes, I had been out for several hours, but she didn't seem to be talking or even looking at me. She was just repeating a phrase as she worked through her lunch.
Someone Once Said: Children are human beings to whom respect is due, superior to us by reason of their innocence and of the greater possibilities of their future.”
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Why Eggs and Peanuts Don't Look Good Anymore
Have you ever liked something and then because of a specific event or thing, you don't like that thing any more? Is that something tequila? It seems like tequila is one of the most common things like that. You have just too much tequila one night and for years afterwards, the smell is just too much to bear.
I like eggs. I like peanuts and peanut butter too, but my son has had issues with them for some time. They make him itchy. He has a reaction that will require Benadryl at the time he's consumed the item and then hydro-cortisone over the next few days as the reaction converts into eczema.
So, while I like both eggs and peanuts, they just don't look that good to me right now because I hate to see my son so distressed by these two foods.
The Big Boy Update: In the car yesterday he said, unprompted, "I don't love rainbows. I love cars and trucks and dump trucks and Bob the Builder."
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: She sat still. I saw Pearl, her teacher braid her hair today. It took several minutes and she sat very still and let her do it without moving or turning her head. If I can get a simple bow in without her wiggling left and right seven times, I've done well.
Fitness Update: Thirty minutes on the elliptical to warm up my shins and then five miles in the park. It's hot. I'm tired.
I like eggs. I like peanuts and peanut butter too, but my son has had issues with them for some time. They make him itchy. He has a reaction that will require Benadryl at the time he's consumed the item and then hydro-cortisone over the next few days as the reaction converts into eczema.
So, while I like both eggs and peanuts, they just don't look that good to me right now because I hate to see my son so distressed by these two foods.
The Big Boy Update: In the car yesterday he said, unprompted, "I don't love rainbows. I love cars and trucks and dump trucks and Bob the Builder."
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: She sat still. I saw Pearl, her teacher braid her hair today. It took several minutes and she sat very still and let her do it without moving or turning her head. If I can get a simple bow in without her wiggling left and right seven times, I've done well.
Fitness Update: Thirty minutes on the elliptical to warm up my shins and then five miles in the park. It's hot. I'm tired.
Monday, August 5, 2013
Black and White
We were showing my neighbor some pictures of the children at the beach from our vacation. She looked at one and said, "you need to frame that one in black and white." And I realized she was right.
She has lots of pictures of her children all over her house and they are all very fun to look at. Some are in color and some are in black and white. She has a good sense of what would make sense to be in black and white.
I sent the picture to my husband and he's going to get it printed up.
The Big Boy Update: Afraid of Monsters, Inc. I was surprised to find that he understands some things are scary. We put on Monsters, Inc. in the car on the way to vacation and he asked during one of the more scary parts, "turn it off. Turn it off." We turned it off and will wait until next year. The thing is, there are Monsters, Inc. characters on so many of his underpants and pull-ups, and we were hoping he would connect with the show like he did, "Movie Cars." (Known to the rest of us as just "Cars").
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Sweaty head. Her hair is so fine that when she sweats, it looks like she's got a head of dirty hair. It makes me want it to be bath time.
Fitness Update: I ran! Yes, I didn't expect to be running but I ran and I wasn't in pain. I've been doing exercises at the fitness room for shin splints and it has hopefully been helpful. We shall see.
Someone Once Said: Of all the nonsense that twists the world, the concept of ‘altruism’ is the worst. People do what they want to, every time. If it pains them to make a choice—if the choice looks like a ‘sacrifice’—you can be sure that it is no nobler than the discomfort caused by greediness…the necessity of deciding between two things you want when you can’t have both.
She has lots of pictures of her children all over her house and they are all very fun to look at. Some are in color and some are in black and white. She has a good sense of what would make sense to be in black and white.
I sent the picture to my husband and he's going to get it printed up.
The Big Boy Update: Afraid of Monsters, Inc. I was surprised to find that he understands some things are scary. We put on Monsters, Inc. in the car on the way to vacation and he asked during one of the more scary parts, "turn it off. Turn it off." We turned it off and will wait until next year. The thing is, there are Monsters, Inc. characters on so many of his underpants and pull-ups, and we were hoping he would connect with the show like he did, "Movie Cars." (Known to the rest of us as just "Cars").
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Sweaty head. Her hair is so fine that when she sweats, it looks like she's got a head of dirty hair. It makes me want it to be bath time.
Fitness Update: I ran! Yes, I didn't expect to be running but I ran and I wasn't in pain. I've been doing exercises at the fitness room for shin splints and it has hopefully been helpful. We shall see.
Someone Once Said: Of all the nonsense that twists the world, the concept of ‘altruism’ is the worst. People do what they want to, every time. If it pains them to make a choice—if the choice looks like a ‘sacrifice’—you can be sure that it is no nobler than the discomfort caused by greediness…the necessity of deciding between two things you want when you can’t have both.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
The Compost Lob
We haven't been composting. I know, we should have been, but there have been challenges. Well, that's not exactly true, there has been a single, small furry challenge: our dog.
So while we can compost, putting anything out that can be reached by our dog, smelled by our dog and in general stalked by our dog will be a big nuisance. We have a natural area down the hill and we can throw all manner of food refuse and ort in the downhill direction of our lot and beyond. We know that nature will naturally take care of the decomposition of the discards and we'll be saving that amount of usage in the sewage system or dump. But we have to use it with caution and consideration.
What we can do is discard into our back yard anything that a dog wouldn't find desirable for consumption, such as banana peels and broccoli stalks. And we have been doing that to some degree for a while now.
Since we've moved into this house, I've been doing what I call the "compost lob" off our deck when possible. Molded tomato? Over the deck and down the hill. Grapes that went sour? How far can I throw them? Orange peels or watermelon rinds? You get the picture. But not everything works well for throwing because it just doesn't have the heft to make it to the natural area.
So why, exactly didn't it occur to me to get a little compost pail and put it by the sink for things like cilantro stalks and strawberry tops? I do not know. But slow as I might be on my good days, I eventually get there. Now we have a pail and it's been collecting biodegradable food and plant matter for me for two weeks now. When it's full, I walk down the hill and dump it into the high weeds and bushes, knowing that little bit of fertilizer will most likely make that annoying weed grow more rampantly. But, it won't be in the landfill, so I suppose it's a win overall.
The Big Boy Update: 28.6 Pounds. We haven't weighed them in a while. I had no idea how much he weighs. He is almost 32 months old.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: 22.2 Pounds. She is almost 21 months old and working hard on catching up to him in both height and weight.
Someone Once Said: It does not require a broad education to function as a social and economic animal... as long as you know when to rub blue mud in your bellybutton. But a mistake in local customs can get you lynched.
So while we can compost, putting anything out that can be reached by our dog, smelled by our dog and in general stalked by our dog will be a big nuisance. We have a natural area down the hill and we can throw all manner of food refuse and ort in the downhill direction of our lot and beyond. We know that nature will naturally take care of the decomposition of the discards and we'll be saving that amount of usage in the sewage system or dump. But we have to use it with caution and consideration.
What we can do is discard into our back yard anything that a dog wouldn't find desirable for consumption, such as banana peels and broccoli stalks. And we have been doing that to some degree for a while now.
Since we've moved into this house, I've been doing what I call the "compost lob" off our deck when possible. Molded tomato? Over the deck and down the hill. Grapes that went sour? How far can I throw them? Orange peels or watermelon rinds? You get the picture. But not everything works well for throwing because it just doesn't have the heft to make it to the natural area.
So why, exactly didn't it occur to me to get a little compost pail and put it by the sink for things like cilantro stalks and strawberry tops? I do not know. But slow as I might be on my good days, I eventually get there. Now we have a pail and it's been collecting biodegradable food and plant matter for me for two weeks now. When it's full, I walk down the hill and dump it into the high weeds and bushes, knowing that little bit of fertilizer will most likely make that annoying weed grow more rampantly. But, it won't be in the landfill, so I suppose it's a win overall.
The Big Boy Update: 28.6 Pounds. We haven't weighed them in a while. I had no idea how much he weighs. He is almost 32 months old.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: 22.2 Pounds. She is almost 21 months old and working hard on catching up to him in both height and weight.
Someone Once Said: It does not require a broad education to function as a social and economic animal... as long as you know when to rub blue mud in your bellybutton. But a mistake in local customs can get you lynched.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Memories From Kindergarten
Do you remember much from kindergarten? I have very few memories, although the ones I do have are quite specific. I have fewer still from pre-school, but there are some distinct moments that have stuck with me due to their impact on my life at that point.
For some reason yesterday, I sent myself an email titled, "memories from kindergarten," to remind me to do a blog post on that topic. Today, I still have those same memories from kindergarten, but I don't remember what sparked the idea yesterday to write about it. Alas, memory can be so fickle.
I shall not let that bother me into not writing about it, however. To start, I may or may not remember the first day of kindergarten. I remember the door to the classroom and I remember the teachers. The main teacher was Mrs. Hunt. Her assistant was Mrs. Honeycutt. I don't know if that's how her name was spelled, but I do know I upset her one day later in the school year because I told her I could remember her name because it was "honeycutt, like your going to cut her head off." The look on her face when I told her that made me upset, because I liked her a lot, and I didn't mean anything bad by my comment, but apparently that's not the kind of thing you say to your teachers, I gathered.
There was the bunny rabbit and the classmate who took it home for the weekend when it didn't return. We took it in turns to keep the bunny over the weekend. On this particular weekend the bunny got out of the cage, jumped into her pool and drowned. Okay, wait, who has their own pool?! Yes, that's what I thought. I suppose we got another bunny, but that's the story I remember.
There was the day I went to the bathroom and was whistling to myself while I was in there. I don't think my teachers knew I could whistle and when I came out they were trying to find where the whistle came from. They almost didn't believe me when I said it was me. It seems I had confused the whole class.
I don't remember nap time much, except that I would get in trouble because I would tie my shoes into knots and spend part of nap time chewing the laces trying to get them undone. My teacher told me she would absolutely not untie the mess one more time if I did that again. I remember the conversation and chewing on the laces; I don't remember if I did it again.
I vaguely remember the yard we could play in. We had our own little yard and the only thing keeping us in was a hedge around the rectangle that abutted our classroom. I wanted to get to the area beside our classroom because that was for the first graders. Their toys looked exciting, only I couldn't figure out how to get through the dense hedge.
And then there was the butter making. That was a real magic trick. The teachers put cream into a jar and said we would each have a turn shaking it and then handing it to the next child in the circle. When it got back around the circle, it would have turned into butter. "Not possible," I thought, but so it was.
Kindergarten was a whole year. How can it be that I only remember a handful of things from it?
The Big Boy Update: About this "Poomer Power" thing he keeps on saying...I asked him yesterday what it meant. He looked at me and said, "ask more people." I didn't explain that I had already asked Google and even the great and powerful Google didn't know.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: She is climbing everything now. She has taken it on of late to conquer the kitchen cabinets. She will grab a hold of the counter top and then try to climb up using only the drawer knobs. We've explained that the knobs don't appreciate this, but she doesn't seem to care.
Someone Once Said: I never learned from a man who agreed with me.
For some reason yesterday, I sent myself an email titled, "memories from kindergarten," to remind me to do a blog post on that topic. Today, I still have those same memories from kindergarten, but I don't remember what sparked the idea yesterday to write about it. Alas, memory can be so fickle.
I shall not let that bother me into not writing about it, however. To start, I may or may not remember the first day of kindergarten. I remember the door to the classroom and I remember the teachers. The main teacher was Mrs. Hunt. Her assistant was Mrs. Honeycutt. I don't know if that's how her name was spelled, but I do know I upset her one day later in the school year because I told her I could remember her name because it was "honeycutt, like your going to cut her head off." The look on her face when I told her that made me upset, because I liked her a lot, and I didn't mean anything bad by my comment, but apparently that's not the kind of thing you say to your teachers, I gathered.
There was the bunny rabbit and the classmate who took it home for the weekend when it didn't return. We took it in turns to keep the bunny over the weekend. On this particular weekend the bunny got out of the cage, jumped into her pool and drowned. Okay, wait, who has their own pool?! Yes, that's what I thought. I suppose we got another bunny, but that's the story I remember.
There was the day I went to the bathroom and was whistling to myself while I was in there. I don't think my teachers knew I could whistle and when I came out they were trying to find where the whistle came from. They almost didn't believe me when I said it was me. It seems I had confused the whole class.
I don't remember nap time much, except that I would get in trouble because I would tie my shoes into knots and spend part of nap time chewing the laces trying to get them undone. My teacher told me she would absolutely not untie the mess one more time if I did that again. I remember the conversation and chewing on the laces; I don't remember if I did it again.
I vaguely remember the yard we could play in. We had our own little yard and the only thing keeping us in was a hedge around the rectangle that abutted our classroom. I wanted to get to the area beside our classroom because that was for the first graders. Their toys looked exciting, only I couldn't figure out how to get through the dense hedge.
And then there was the butter making. That was a real magic trick. The teachers put cream into a jar and said we would each have a turn shaking it and then handing it to the next child in the circle. When it got back around the circle, it would have turned into butter. "Not possible," I thought, but so it was.
Kindergarten was a whole year. How can it be that I only remember a handful of things from it?
The Big Boy Update: About this "Poomer Power" thing he keeps on saying...I asked him yesterday what it meant. He looked at me and said, "ask more people." I didn't explain that I had already asked Google and even the great and powerful Google didn't know.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: She is climbing everything now. She has taken it on of late to conquer the kitchen cabinets. She will grab a hold of the counter top and then try to climb up using only the drawer knobs. We've explained that the knobs don't appreciate this, but she doesn't seem to care.
Someone Once Said: I never learned from a man who agreed with me.
Friday, August 2, 2013
The Old Carousel and the Park From the Past
We went to a park after camp today. We ate some lunch there in the sun and then we went on the paddle boats. It was tricky getting two toddlers on the paddle boat when the youngest toddler wanted to smash her face against the glass window of the carousel building and babble about the merry-go-round, the horses and the music. Or, at least that's what I think she was babbling about.
After the paddle boats and more sun laden with hot than we cared for, we were ready to go ride the carousel. My husband got the tickets while I waited in line with two very excited children. The ride was fun as I stood by my daughter who held on to the pole and grinned as the wind blew her hair back and her ostrich moved up and down.
I rode on this very same carousel when I was a child, but it was different back then. The animals were original, beautiful, and always in need of expensive repair. Today, there are solid-bodied replacements that hold up to wear well. They have real horse tails, which the children love, and they don't know they're not original.
When I was small the carousel wasn't in a fully enclosed building. It was covered, but unprotected from the sides. And then there was the calliope, with it's beautiful music. Today, the calliope is still there, although I don't know if it's the original. But it's in a separate room, walled off with glass. We can see it, but it doesn't make it's music any more.
What does make the sounds are large speakers and I'm guessing a small iPod or some other digital device that sends a digital version of the old music out to the big speakers.
My children don't care; they love the carousel, and I love the memories.
The Big Boy Update: "We not ready to get out." During bath time I was doing laundry while watching the children. I would come in to see how it was going (and to make sure water wasn't everywhere) and my son would let me know that no, they weren't ready to get out yet and that yes, they were still having fun. He would tell me this unprompted. I suppose he didn't want it to be bedtime yet.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Yucky hair. Her fine blonde hair will take on dirt and impurities and show it faster than darker-colored hair will. Today she has what looks like greasy hair because it's been attacked by baby oil, sun screen and bug spray. Oh, and don't forget sweat from being at the very hot and very sunny park. I might have to wash it three times tonight.
Fitness Update: A shortened workout with our trainer and then an hour on the elliptical machine, working on the special exercises my trainer gave me for the shin splints. I hope it helps, because my neighbor's toe is healing and I'm going to start running again soon.
Someone Once Said: Next time you’re tempted not to tell me something ‘for my own good,’ will you take a chance that I’m not wedded to my own ignorance?
After the paddle boats and more sun laden with hot than we cared for, we were ready to go ride the carousel. My husband got the tickets while I waited in line with two very excited children. The ride was fun as I stood by my daughter who held on to the pole and grinned as the wind blew her hair back and her ostrich moved up and down.
I rode on this very same carousel when I was a child, but it was different back then. The animals were original, beautiful, and always in need of expensive repair. Today, there are solid-bodied replacements that hold up to wear well. They have real horse tails, which the children love, and they don't know they're not original.
When I was small the carousel wasn't in a fully enclosed building. It was covered, but unprotected from the sides. And then there was the calliope, with it's beautiful music. Today, the calliope is still there, although I don't know if it's the original. But it's in a separate room, walled off with glass. We can see it, but it doesn't make it's music any more.
What does make the sounds are large speakers and I'm guessing a small iPod or some other digital device that sends a digital version of the old music out to the big speakers.
My children don't care; they love the carousel, and I love the memories.
The Big Boy Update: "We not ready to get out." During bath time I was doing laundry while watching the children. I would come in to see how it was going (and to make sure water wasn't everywhere) and my son would let me know that no, they weren't ready to get out yet and that yes, they were still having fun. He would tell me this unprompted. I suppose he didn't want it to be bedtime yet.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Yucky hair. Her fine blonde hair will take on dirt and impurities and show it faster than darker-colored hair will. Today she has what looks like greasy hair because it's been attacked by baby oil, sun screen and bug spray. Oh, and don't forget sweat from being at the very hot and very sunny park. I might have to wash it three times tonight.
Fitness Update: A shortened workout with our trainer and then an hour on the elliptical machine, working on the special exercises my trainer gave me for the shin splints. I hope it helps, because my neighbor's toe is healing and I'm going to start running again soon.
Someone Once Said: Next time you’re tempted not to tell me something ‘for my own good,’ will you take a chance that I’m not wedded to my own ignorance?
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Happiness is a Choice
There is a parent in our school that I liked the first time I met her. You know that kind of person, the one in the room who smiles at you, is friendly immediately and makes you feel like she is glad to be there and happy to be talking to you. Ever since the first time I met her, she has always been the same great person. Her husband is like that too, just as nice, just as fun and just as real. Not fake, not ever.
Her daughter was in my son's class at the beginning of the year. Later on in the year, her son started about the same time my daughter started school. I found out that he was delayed starting because he had Downs Syndrome. He was the twin of the daughter in my son's class, but on a slower path due to his disabilities.
But let me tell you about cute. This little guy is cute as can be and I think, no, I know my daughter has a crush on him. Apparently all the ladies do in the class because he's such a nice little guy. But back to the mom. She's got three children, with a third that's older, so I know she's busy. Dealing with the Downs Syndrome child must make her day even busier.
What I found out later, through casual conversation at a birthday party was that the daughter was having febrile seizures in the middle of the night. Her mom just happened to wake up and find her the first time it happened. What would have happened if she hadn't woken up just in time to check on her silently seizing daughter in another room? She could have died. Was that the only time the seizures had happened? No. And yet my friend was talking about it in a positive light, about how they had it diagnosed and how her daughter should grow out of it.
I can hope I'd be so positive, but I might equally be upset and angry. I don't know how well I would handle something that frightening and potentially life-threatening. Then, just the other day, I talked to another friend who mentioned that with the daughter's seizures and the son's issues with Downs Syndrome, it seemed like they were in the hospital almost every week for one thing or another.
I didn't even know her son had medical issues. She had never mentioned them, certainly not to the extent that it was that serious. I asked my other friend how the mom was dealing with it and my friend said one time our friend told her she felt happiness was a choice. She believed she could wake up and be happy, or she could decide to be angry or sad. So, she decided to be happy.
Could it be that simple? It seems to be working for my friend. She seems nothing other than happy and she's got a lot that she could use as valid reasons to be unhappy. Not only did I think she was great when I first met her. I think she's an even more remarkable lady now that I know more about her situation and how she thrives instead of just survives and does so with a smile.
The Big Boy Update: "I have a great big stomach." That's what he told me the other day when I was sure he must be full and yet he still wanted more food. Apparently he does have a great big stomach.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Sharing with her brother. She likes to share. She will take a food item that she might be enjoying but is getting full eating and she'll get up from her seat, walk the two steps to her brother's seat and put one of those items (grape, blueberry, cereal nugget, etc.) onto his plate. Since my son is greedy, this suits him just fine.
Fitness Update: Fitness room today with both my neighbor and my mother-in-law. And guess what? Three ladies chatting makes the workout go three times as quickly. Imagine that!
Someone Once Said: Piety does not imply horse sense.
Her daughter was in my son's class at the beginning of the year. Later on in the year, her son started about the same time my daughter started school. I found out that he was delayed starting because he had Downs Syndrome. He was the twin of the daughter in my son's class, but on a slower path due to his disabilities.
But let me tell you about cute. This little guy is cute as can be and I think, no, I know my daughter has a crush on him. Apparently all the ladies do in the class because he's such a nice little guy. But back to the mom. She's got three children, with a third that's older, so I know she's busy. Dealing with the Downs Syndrome child must make her day even busier.
What I found out later, through casual conversation at a birthday party was that the daughter was having febrile seizures in the middle of the night. Her mom just happened to wake up and find her the first time it happened. What would have happened if she hadn't woken up just in time to check on her silently seizing daughter in another room? She could have died. Was that the only time the seizures had happened? No. And yet my friend was talking about it in a positive light, about how they had it diagnosed and how her daughter should grow out of it.
I can hope I'd be so positive, but I might equally be upset and angry. I don't know how well I would handle something that frightening and potentially life-threatening. Then, just the other day, I talked to another friend who mentioned that with the daughter's seizures and the son's issues with Downs Syndrome, it seemed like they were in the hospital almost every week for one thing or another.
I didn't even know her son had medical issues. She had never mentioned them, certainly not to the extent that it was that serious. I asked my other friend how the mom was dealing with it and my friend said one time our friend told her she felt happiness was a choice. She believed she could wake up and be happy, or she could decide to be angry or sad. So, she decided to be happy.
Could it be that simple? It seems to be working for my friend. She seems nothing other than happy and she's got a lot that she could use as valid reasons to be unhappy. Not only did I think she was great when I first met her. I think she's an even more remarkable lady now that I know more about her situation and how she thrives instead of just survives and does so with a smile.
The Big Boy Update: "I have a great big stomach." That's what he told me the other day when I was sure he must be full and yet he still wanted more food. Apparently he does have a great big stomach.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Sharing with her brother. She likes to share. She will take a food item that she might be enjoying but is getting full eating and she'll get up from her seat, walk the two steps to her brother's seat and put one of those items (grape, blueberry, cereal nugget, etc.) onto his plate. Since my son is greedy, this suits him just fine.
Fitness Update: Fitness room today with both my neighbor and my mother-in-law. And guess what? Three ladies chatting makes the workout go three times as quickly. Imagine that!
Someone Once Said: Piety does not imply horse sense.
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