Me: Happy Valentine's day, Spencer. I have a surprise for you at home.
Spencer: What is it?
Me: You'll have to see when we get home.
Spencer: What is it? A new computer?
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Me: I'm the momma, and therefore I'm the boss.
Spencer: (hangs head) I can't wait until I'm the mommy.
Me: You don't want to be the daddy?
Spencer: No. I don't like to be daddy. I will be mommy.
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(Henry is crying)
Spencer: Momma, my baby's crying.
Me: I know, sweetheart.
Spencer: Can you stop him crying? I can't hear the music.
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S: I had to go back and give Nora a hug and big kiss
M: Is Nora your girlfriend? (Note: Nora is the only girl over 6 months in the daycare)
S: Yes … oh, no no no. Nora’s not my girlfriend. Momma, you’re my girlfriend.
M: I’m your girlfriend?
S: Yes, yes you are.
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M: What did you do at Pama's today?
S: I had oatmeal and watched tv and ate spaghetti o's and watCHED TV!
(obviously he felt those were the highlights at Grandma's house)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Me? Quick update?
It is probably inadvisable to take your newly-out-of-surgery mother up on her offer to watch the kids while they’re “sleeping” (ha) to go out to lunch, but we did and it was heaven. Bahama Breeze, booth overlooking the water, sunshine and low humidity … I think I love you. That was Sunday.
I took a 4-day weekend this past Friday through Monday, as I was off for President’s Day on Monday and my mom’s surgery was Friday. It was much needed and actually quite relaxing. Mom’s surgery went well, and I spent most of Friday in the hospital with her: reading when she was sleeping, bringing her coffee and just hanging out.
Saturday I ran my first 5k since the end of January due to all the sickness and stress and it was not a pretty sight but I was glad to have done it. My body can run it but my lungs can’t keep up. Mile times: 12.31, 13.41, 14.23. I ran again on Monday morning and did much better: 11.19, 13.03, 13.11. I know you don’t care about these things, but it’s important to me for posterity, or something. This Saturday is the Gasparilla 5k and I’m excited because when I made my resolution to run the Gasparilla 5k, I thought it would be the first time I would have run that far. And it’s not. And it won’t be the last time either, because not I have not only signed up for additional races in April, May, October and November but just today I signed up for on in March also! I’m still hoping that I’ll be ready to attempt 10k by November, but either way I’m running. I just don’t know how far yet.
I did a pill cleanse last week to try to jump start my weight loss again, since I’ve been teetering between 10 and 12lbs lost for nearly a month. It did help and I got down 17lbs, but now I need to re-evaluate my portion size. No seconds doesn’t really help if you pile up the first plate, right?
I finally put the bumpers in Henry’s crib last night since he’s mobile enough for me not to be worried about him suffocating himself in them. He slept all the way through the night last night, nearly 11 hours. I’m hoping it’s not a fluke but I suspect it is. I’m still in a constant argument with the Hubby on letting him cry a bit. This is his baby. He does not want his baby to cry. While I understand this, we let Spencer cry it out and he was sleeping through the night at 4 months. And that was my baby. And S sleeps through Henry’s crying even though they’re in the same room, so it’s not like he’s being disturbed either. Ugh. I don’t know, it’s a constant struggle. And I want some sleep instead of arguing in the middle of the night.
It was a productive weekend and also a relaxing one: I finally got the Christmas stuff to the attic, some of Spencer's old toys down from the attic for Henry, the house cleaned, the laundry done, the garage cleaned, the toilets cleaned ... and also made time to turn the sprinklers on for the kids, hit President's Day sales, take my mom to a traditional birthday lunch at the beach (seriously, you haven't lived if you haven't had Frenchy's she crab soup) and had the aforementioned mini-date with my Hubby (which also may have involved more President's Day shopping, wine shopping and a stop at Whole Foods. When we live, we live dangerously).
So the moral is, all’s well on this front! Here's a picture of Henry enjoying the sprinklers, and I swear that's enjoyment on his face (click photo for full effect):
I took a 4-day weekend this past Friday through Monday, as I was off for President’s Day on Monday and my mom’s surgery was Friday. It was much needed and actually quite relaxing. Mom’s surgery went well, and I spent most of Friday in the hospital with her: reading when she was sleeping, bringing her coffee and just hanging out.
Saturday I ran my first 5k since the end of January due to all the sickness and stress and it was not a pretty sight but I was glad to have done it. My body can run it but my lungs can’t keep up. Mile times: 12.31, 13.41, 14.23. I ran again on Monday morning and did much better: 11.19, 13.03, 13.11. I know you don’t care about these things, but it’s important to me for posterity, or something. This Saturday is the Gasparilla 5k and I’m excited because when I made my resolution to run the Gasparilla 5k, I thought it would be the first time I would have run that far. And it’s not. And it won’t be the last time either, because not I have not only signed up for additional races in April, May, October and November but just today I signed up for on in March also! I’m still hoping that I’ll be ready to attempt 10k by November, but either way I’m running. I just don’t know how far yet.
I did a pill cleanse last week to try to jump start my weight loss again, since I’ve been teetering between 10 and 12lbs lost for nearly a month. It did help and I got down 17lbs, but now I need to re-evaluate my portion size. No seconds doesn’t really help if you pile up the first plate, right?
I finally put the bumpers in Henry’s crib last night since he’s mobile enough for me not to be worried about him suffocating himself in them. He slept all the way through the night last night, nearly 11 hours. I’m hoping it’s not a fluke but I suspect it is. I’m still in a constant argument with the Hubby on letting him cry a bit. This is his baby. He does not want his baby to cry. While I understand this, we let Spencer cry it out and he was sleeping through the night at 4 months. And that was my baby. And S sleeps through Henry’s crying even though they’re in the same room, so it’s not like he’s being disturbed either. Ugh. I don’t know, it’s a constant struggle. And I want some sleep instead of arguing in the middle of the night.
It was a productive weekend and also a relaxing one: I finally got the Christmas stuff to the attic, some of Spencer's old toys down from the attic for Henry, the house cleaned, the laundry done, the garage cleaned, the toilets cleaned ... and also made time to turn the sprinklers on for the kids, hit President's Day sales, take my mom to a traditional birthday lunch at the beach (seriously, you haven't lived if you haven't had Frenchy's she crab soup) and had the aforementioned mini-date with my Hubby (which also may have involved more President's Day shopping, wine shopping and a stop at Whole Foods. When we live, we live dangerously).
So the moral is, all’s well on this front! Here's a picture of Henry enjoying the sprinklers, and I swear that's enjoyment on his face (click photo for full effect):
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Star Bright
Spencer is not allowed to sleep in my bed with us. He is allowed to climb into it when he wakes up in the morning to cuddle, and he’s allowed to watch TV snuggled up under the covers before bedtime, but he is not allowed to sleep through the night in my bed. The reason is that he’s a TERRIBLE SLEEPER when he’s within arm’s reach of anybody (this does not bode well for 20 years from now). He’s always been this way, a restless sleeper, a kicker, a hitter, a sleep-sideways-so-feet-touch-daddy-and-feet-touch-mommy. In his own bed he sleeps like the dead (even through Cry-It-Out with his brother). In mine? Not so much.
Every once in awhile though, like last night, I’ll let him fall asleep there with the caveat that he knows he will get moved when daddy comes to bed. And every once in awhile, I’m tired enough to go to bed too. So we lay there and talk before one of us (me) falls asleep.
The prior owners put a butt-load of stars on the ceiling in my room over the bed and we’ve never scraped them off, mostly because after the initial shock of seeing them there, we stopped noticing. Spencer, though, since he’s rarely in our room with the lights off notices every time.
This was the conversation last night:
“Star light, star bright, I wish I wish I wish on THAT one” (he points to a random star)
“I wish on that one!” (I point to a random star) “I wish that we have a great day tomorrow, Spencer. What do you wish?”
“I wish for … you!”
A few minutes later, there is whispering:
“and that one’s a banana, and that one’s an apple”
“are you naming the stars after fruit?”
“yeah. That big one’s a banana.”
“and raspberries, and strawberries …”
“and blueberries. That one’s blue, it’s a blueberry”
“And tomato. Tomatoes are fruit.”
“No, tomatoes aren’t fruit. Tomatoes are dinner.”
“They are fruit.”
“No …” (he’s laughing at me. I mean, really – tomato? Fruit?)
We stopped for a few minutes and I started nodding off and heard this:
“and bananas, and blueberries, and salad is fruit. Tomato fruit, salad fruit. Chicken fruit.”
Do you think if I start calling things fruit, he’ll eat it again? I’m thinking no for greens still.
Every once in awhile though, like last night, I’ll let him fall asleep there with the caveat that he knows he will get moved when daddy comes to bed. And every once in awhile, I’m tired enough to go to bed too. So we lay there and talk before one of us (me) falls asleep.
The prior owners put a butt-load of stars on the ceiling in my room over the bed and we’ve never scraped them off, mostly because after the initial shock of seeing them there, we stopped noticing. Spencer, though, since he’s rarely in our room with the lights off notices every time.
This was the conversation last night:
“Star light, star bright, I wish I wish I wish on THAT one” (he points to a random star)
“I wish on that one!” (I point to a random star) “I wish that we have a great day tomorrow, Spencer. What do you wish?”
“I wish for … you!”
A few minutes later, there is whispering:
“and that one’s a banana, and that one’s an apple”
“are you naming the stars after fruit?”
“yeah. That big one’s a banana.”
“and raspberries, and strawberries …”
“and blueberries. That one’s blue, it’s a blueberry”
“And tomato. Tomatoes are fruit.”
“No, tomatoes aren’t fruit. Tomatoes are dinner.”
“They are fruit.”
“No …” (he’s laughing at me. I mean, really – tomato? Fruit?)
We stopped for a few minutes and I started nodding off and heard this:
“and bananas, and blueberries, and salad is fruit. Tomato fruit, salad fruit. Chicken fruit.”
Do you think if I start calling things fruit, he’ll eat it again? I’m thinking no for greens still.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Wednesday Whines
Let's have a look at my amazingly adorable baby:
Unfortunately, this is more like what he looks like lately:
And this:
Teething's a bitch.
But man, those are some cute angry faces.
Unfortunately, this is more like what he looks like lately:
And this:
Teething's a bitch.
But man, those are some cute angry faces.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
TOT - Summer edition
1. Any vacations you are looking forward to this summer? Why, YES! I've decided to go to Delaware in July or August for a long weekend for a friend's wedding shower/bachelorette party.
2. What is your favorite article of summer clothing (shoes are included)? I'd say flip flops but I really wear them in the dead of winter, but I'm self conscious in shorts, tank tops, bathing suits ... okay, flip flops it is! Actually, at the end of summer I bought a bathing suit that I'm actually excited to wear this year, especially if I could get a little bit more in to shape.
3. What is your favorite summer drink (alcoholic or non)? orange juice smoothies.
4. Do you tan or burn? I do not change color. I go from transparent blue to pasty white, and back again.
5. Any goals you are working toward this summer? I'd like my husband to find a job he wants (new old job ends in two weeks), I want my deck built, and I want to drop another pants size (or two).
6. What is your favorite summertime food? guacamole. But that's a year-long-lovefest-to-summer food.
7. What song most says “summer” to you? Hmmm ... Baz Luhrman's Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen?
8. Any home improvement goals planned for this summer? Deck! Deckie deck deck! Woot, deck! Did I mention I want my deck built? Maybe (ahem) sooner than summer?
9. What is one thing you hate to see at the beach? dog poop in the sand.
10. Did you ever go to a summer camp? I went to summer day camp. Not nearly as cool.
For more TOT, see Chelsea.
2. What is your favorite article of summer clothing (shoes are included)? I'd say flip flops but I really wear them in the dead of winter, but I'm self conscious in shorts, tank tops, bathing suits ... okay, flip flops it is! Actually, at the end of summer I bought a bathing suit that I'm actually excited to wear this year, especially if I could get a little bit more in to shape.
3. What is your favorite summer drink (alcoholic or non)? orange juice smoothies.
4. Do you tan or burn? I do not change color. I go from transparent blue to pasty white, and back again.
5. Any goals you are working toward this summer? I'd like my husband to find a job he wants (new old job ends in two weeks), I want my deck built, and I want to drop another pants size (or two).
6. What is your favorite summertime food? guacamole. But that's a year-long-lovefest-to-summer food.
7. What song most says “summer” to you? Hmmm ... Baz Luhrman's Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen?
8. Any home improvement goals planned for this summer? Deck! Deckie deck deck! Woot, deck! Did I mention I want my deck built? Maybe (ahem) sooner than summer?
9. What is one thing you hate to see at the beach? dog poop in the sand.
10. Did you ever go to a summer camp? I went to summer day camp. Not nearly as cool.
For more TOT, see Chelsea.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentine’s day from the land of 67 degrees!
It’s beautiful here. A little chilly for my taste still; I would prefer a solid 70 degrees. Still, it would have been criminal to stay inside all weekend so we spent a good deal of time on Saturday and Sunday outside playing or laying around on a blanket in the front yard (I really wonder what my neighbors think of me, but at least I’m not sitting in folding chairs in my garage) … This of course means that still very little cleaning got done, but since I wasn’t inside to see it I didn’t really mind.
We had a collection of restaurant.com gift certificates, so we ate out for THREE meals this weekend. Saturday morning we headed out to The Brunchery where I had my favorite (fattening) breakfast: A Bayshore Benedict. Croissant, scrambled eggs, bacon, asparagus and hollandaise sauce. I at least skipped the home fries and had sliced tomatoes on the side. We went to the playground for a bit and laid out on the blanket and I read and took photos of the kids before heading to dinner with family to celebrate Spencer’s birthday. Isn’t that great? He couldn’t care less about where we ate (he really doesn’t eat dinner anyhow) so I got to pick and I chose one of my favorite restaurants – Stonechase. They have this salad that has gorgonzola cheese, apples, grapes, candied walnuts, fire-grilled chicken … oh, I dream of that salad. This was where I chose to eat dinner the day I came home from the hospital with Henry. I heart Stonechase.
Sunday was rather uneventful during the day. Henry has been teething and he’s a cranking SOB, especially at night so nobody has been getting a lot of sleep (especially not my husband, bless him). I let him sleep and took both the kids grocery shopping. Did you know it only costs $1.25 to get a kid’s hot chocolate at Starbucks? And they can make it not-so-hot? I always have arguments with Spencer over sitting in the cart, but since it was just me and two of them there was no way I could let him walk so I promised him a hot chocolate and a muffin while we shopped and he was in toddler heaven. He made a mess, but I needed to wash his jacket anyhow so I zipped it up tight and let him go to town. My dad and his girlfriend came over in the late morning and brought Spencer his birthday present – several train sets from Ikea. I now have tracks all over my living room. At least he’s having fun.
My mom came over in the evening to babysit and Hubby and I went on a rare date night. We really didn’t think of it as a Valentine’s Day thing, but just a date night. We had another restaurant.com certificate for a tapas restaurant called Vizcaya so we had a half pitcher of sangria and stuffed prawns and stuffed dates and deviled crab and chorizo with cheese sauce and wild rabbit in a mushroom sauce … sorry, I had to wipe the drool off my keyboard. We also went to see The Fighter, which at least begins my NY resolution of seeing 6 movies in the theater. Very good, I would recommend (although I feel obligated to inform you that Christian Bale is not attractive as a crackhead, and also THANK GOD acid-washed jeans went out of style).
Today I’m back on the exercise/eating right wagon after the indulgent weekend – I ran/walked 1.5 miles in 20 minutes this morning on the treadmill (5.3mph 1.0 incline for total of 10 minutes, 4.0mph/3.5mph at 3.5 incline for 10 minutes) and then did some arm exercises on the weight machine. I’ve been toggling between 10 and 12 lbs lost for the last 3 weeks and can’t seem to get out of that rut, so it’s time for some drastic hunger pains. Think I can drink a gallon of water a day? I have my doubts.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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