This afternoon I changed from my long-sleeved shirt to a t-shirt. Then I cleaned up the kitchen and took Clay to his drum lesson. When we got in the car afterwards, I realized that MY SHIRT WAS ON INSIDE OUT!!!
Not the end of the dork story!
On the way home, we stopped at Rite Aid. I had to go pee-pee as soon as we got there. Then Clay and I wandered around while I waited for prescriptions to be filled. We were there about 30 minutes. When we got into the car again, I realized my shirt was STILL INSIDE OUT!!! Did I turn it right side out when I went potty?
NOOOoooooOOOOOooooooo!!!
I'm a dork!
Monday, June 04, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
spiritual things and Sarah Groves
I know I am not the most spiritual person by a long shot. Honestly, I really enjoy just hanging out on Sunday mornings and probably wouldn't complain if we decided to stay home from church all but a handful of Sunday's each year. I'm not really sure where my Bible is or when I read something more thought provoking than People magazine.
Then again, I tend to think of most of my day as serving and giving and nurturing and not really for me at all. So I guess that does make me pretty spiritual.
I was walking and listening to Sarah Groves this morning. Specifically I was listening to "When It Was Over" from her "Add to the Beauty" CD. It's such a different portrayal of love and life to me. And something that really resonates with me. The chorus is so simple:
"Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole"
The love we have in our lives...the love we offer to others...it has the power to make us whole again. There are so many days when I feel so terribly broken and cracked and torn up. I see the world we all share and am so saddened by how we can treat others or our surroundings. I think it's really hard for me, too, to see how we think so very highly of ourselves.
How can I, a white woman, living in the 21st century with electricity, running water and abundant technology, a healthy body, a home in the suburbs, enough money to never be naked or go without food, six beautiful children, a husband of great character, the list could go on and on and on. What right do I have to ask God to bless me further, even to bless my food? Haven't I been given far and above what I really need?
But I digress...
Back to Sarah Groves...the second verse of the song always really hits me and makes me feel a little embarrassed even when I am by myself.
"When it was over and they could talk about it
They were sitting on the couch
She said what on earth made you stay here
When you finally figured out what I was all about
He said I always knew you'd do the right thing
Even though it might take some time
She said, Yeah, I felt that and that's probably what saved my life"
D and I have been married for almost 15 years. Though the past few years have been hard in one sense, they have been really beautiful in another sense. There is that incredible intimacy that comes when someone "finally figures out what I am all about". It's humbling to know that he really does know all my inadequacies and weaknesses and even failures. He has seen me be totally unworthy of his love, devotion or respect. And yet we are still married and pretty happily so, too.
It's that love that encourages me to keep moving toward something "more". I'm not sure what it is, but I do know that with what I have been shown, it's OK for me to give more of myself, to stretch myself, to let "my way" slide a little more in order for someone else to thrive. I'm not sure this is making the sense that it does to me in the morning while I walk.
I know I come home ready to face life and stress and laundry and more cries for attention and more arguing and less of mama.
The song ends this way:
"There is a love that never fails
There is a healing that always prevails
There is a hope that whispers a vow
A promise to stay while we're working it out
So come with your love and wash over us"
Then again, I tend to think of most of my day as serving and giving and nurturing and not really for me at all. So I guess that does make me pretty spiritual.
I was walking and listening to Sarah Groves this morning. Specifically I was listening to "When It Was Over" from her "Add to the Beauty" CD. It's such a different portrayal of love and life to me. And something that really resonates with me. The chorus is so simple:
"Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole"
The love we have in our lives...the love we offer to others...it has the power to make us whole again. There are so many days when I feel so terribly broken and cracked and torn up. I see the world we all share and am so saddened by how we can treat others or our surroundings. I think it's really hard for me, too, to see how we think so very highly of ourselves.
How can I, a white woman, living in the 21st century with electricity, running water and abundant technology, a healthy body, a home in the suburbs, enough money to never be naked or go without food, six beautiful children, a husband of great character, the list could go on and on and on. What right do I have to ask God to bless me further, even to bless my food? Haven't I been given far and above what I really need?
But I digress...
Back to Sarah Groves...the second verse of the song always really hits me and makes me feel a little embarrassed even when I am by myself.
"When it was over and they could talk about it
They were sitting on the couch
She said what on earth made you stay here
When you finally figured out what I was all about
He said I always knew you'd do the right thing
Even though it might take some time
She said, Yeah, I felt that and that's probably what saved my life"
D and I have been married for almost 15 years. Though the past few years have been hard in one sense, they have been really beautiful in another sense. There is that incredible intimacy that comes when someone "finally figures out what I am all about". It's humbling to know that he really does know all my inadequacies and weaknesses and even failures. He has seen me be totally unworthy of his love, devotion or respect. And yet we are still married and pretty happily so, too.
It's that love that encourages me to keep moving toward something "more". I'm not sure what it is, but I do know that with what I have been shown, it's OK for me to give more of myself, to stretch myself, to let "my way" slide a little more in order for someone else to thrive. I'm not sure this is making the sense that it does to me in the morning while I walk.
I know I come home ready to face life and stress and laundry and more cries for attention and more arguing and less of mama.
The song ends this way:
"There is a love that never fails
There is a healing that always prevails
There is a hope that whispers a vow
A promise to stay while we're working it out
So come with your love and wash over us"
Saturday, April 28, 2007
did you see me at target today?
I was the woman on her hands and knees putting all the capris back on the rack while her 3 year old daughter looked on with that strange "I wonder how that happened" look.
Then a few minutes later I was the woman who screamed "NO!!!" in absolute terror as the same 3 year old picked up an entire display stack of t-shirts with an ornery glint in her eye. Disaster was averted that time.
So did you see me? Or better yet, did you hear the total pandemonium in my local Target store while I spent an hour there this morning with all 6 of my children?!
Then a few minutes later I was the woman who screamed "NO!!!" in absolute terror as the same 3 year old picked up an entire display stack of t-shirts with an ornery glint in her eye. Disaster was averted that time.
So did you see me? Or better yet, did you hear the total pandemonium in my local Target store while I spent an hour there this morning with all 6 of my children?!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
artichokes
My kids are weird. I know that and I've made my peace with it, but sometimes I am just struck again by how "not normal" they are.
Tonight for dinner D steamed 4 big artichokes. Kelli and Jack, really all 6 of the kids, LOVED them. At first I thought Kelli was just enjoying something to dip in melted butter and mayo. Then she was eating the leaves plain! And she and Jack both had a ton of the hearts.
We've all heard of kids who have to have a special meal prepared for them. They will only eat a certain brand of chicken nugget every night for dinner. Those are not MY children! Last summer it was just funny to see that Jack adored eggplant. He would eat anything with eggplant in it. We had great fresh organic eggplants from our CSA...and Jack and I ate a TON of them!
I really do love having kids who eat what we eat. I just am sometimes surprised by the diversity of their palates.
Tonight for dinner D steamed 4 big artichokes. Kelli and Jack, really all 6 of the kids, LOVED them. At first I thought Kelli was just enjoying something to dip in melted butter and mayo. Then she was eating the leaves plain! And she and Jack both had a ton of the hearts.
We've all heard of kids who have to have a special meal prepared for them. They will only eat a certain brand of chicken nugget every night for dinner. Those are not MY children! Last summer it was just funny to see that Jack adored eggplant. He would eat anything with eggplant in it. We had great fresh organic eggplants from our CSA...and Jack and I ate a TON of them!
I really do love having kids who eat what we eat. I just am sometimes surprised by the diversity of their palates.
Friday, April 06, 2007
already april?!
I can't believe that it's almost Easter! Spring Break was great here. True to Colorado we started out in the 70's and then had snow later in the week. In fact, we're getting a little spit of snow right now!
I just wanted to post a pic of what happens when a distracted mama hands a cup of yogurt to her non-spoon using toddler. I really meant to feed it to him, but then someone else needed something and someone needed something else. You get the idea! At least he was in his high chair and not on the couch!!!
I just wanted to post a pic of what happens when a distracted mama hands a cup of yogurt to her non-spoon using toddler. I really meant to feed it to him, but then someone else needed something and someone needed something else. You get the idea! At least he was in his high chair and not on the couch!!!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
my name
Emma is really baffled by my name. Why is my name NOelle if it actually has TWO L's in it? Shouldn't my name be TWOelle?
Only Emma, I tell you!!!
Only Emma, I tell you!!!
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
new word...
...well, actually, Jack E's been saying it for a while now, but it's getting clearer now. Tonight after Kelli's bath I was helping her get dressed. She was standing there in her Dora panties, and Jack E just kept pointing and saying, "diego, diego, diego".
His vocabualry so far? Ma, Dada, THAT, maow, wf, shz, and now Diego. What are this kid's priorities anyway?
His vocabualry so far? Ma, Dada, THAT, maow, wf, shz, and now Diego. What are this kid's priorities anyway?
Monday, March 05, 2007
where does she get this stuff?
This afternoon Emma had a garage sale. She went to her room and found a few random toys and 4 shirts that "is just the stuff she hates". She set the little white table by the end of the garage with a blanket thrown over it. She made little notes that said how much she wanted for her stuff, too.
No takers!!! Can you believe it? I guess no one was looking for a garage sale at 3:20 on a Monday afternoon.
Poor Emma...
No takers!!! Can you believe it? I guess no one was looking for a garage sale at 3:20 on a Monday afternoon.
Poor Emma...
Saturday, March 03, 2007
melancholy
I didn't post much this week because I was just feeling really melancholy. I don't know if it was because of the big snow that hit on Wednesday. Or maybe it was work...caring for your own babies when they are sick is one thing. Going to work and caring for someone else's sick babies is even harder. The girls love me and know me and trust me, so I guess I felt the drain of their first colds, too. I'm sure it was good for their mama to get a break from wiping noses and whining girls. She was getting sick, too, so she even just took a nap one day while I rocked a sick baby.
I don't know if those are really the reasons I felt so melancholy this week or not, though. It's strange. I left my home town for college over 18 years ago. I was home in the summers then after 2 years transferred to a college in CA, met my husband and have been away pretty much for 15 years now. I wouldn't want to move back there at all, but this week I just felt "homesick".
Maybe it's the fact that one of my grandmother's just had surgery a few weeks ago. She is fine now, but she is in her 80's. Her time left here on earth is not unlimited. I have such fun memories of her house and my cousins and always tons of food.
Then I talked to my mom this week a lot about her mother, my other grandmother. She is creeping up on her 85th birthday. She has alzheimer's and is just not doing well these days. She used to have the cantankerous aspect of the disease. It was almost funny that my grandma cussed like a sailor and was in trouble for hitting at her nursing home. Now she has taken on the other side of the disease. She's sweet again, but doesn't remember much about the past 5 years or other aspects of her life, either.
I have such great memories of that grandma. I spent a lot of time at her house as a kid. It seemed like I was with her every weekend for a good chunk of my life. She was one of the hardest working women I ever knew. Of course I was only around after she was semi-retired and all but one of her kids was out of the house. But it seems her apartment was always immaculate. There were never piles of laundry laying around. And never a dust bunny!
She always had time for her friends. I remember going for walks to see her friends in the other apartments. She just liked to check in with them every few days.
She always had a hard time getting me up for church on Sunday mornings. I would be asleep on the sleeper sofa in the living room and she would threaten me with a cold wet washcloth nearly every week. Then we had to pick everything up and get the apartment looking all nice and tidy before we could leave for church. Why? Because you never know if you will be inviting someone home for lunch with you.
My grandma was not much of a cook. We ate a lot of boiled potatoes at her house. That seemed to be her starch of choice...not mashed, not scalloped, not au gratin, just boiled. You can mash them yourself on your plate that way and add butter and salt, too! I do remember making a lot of strawberry jello at her house. There were often bananas in it.
The best thing about weekends at grandma's house was the chocolate cake. She had a metal 9x13 pan with a slide on lid. She always made a chocolate cake in that pan on Saturday afternoons. The cake was from a mix, the frosting was from a can, but she would grease (with crisco) and flour the pan so it seemed to be the greatest chocolate cake I had ever eaten. And we had to save it for Sunday dinner. No bites on Saturday night! The other thing grandma always had was white bread and Skippy creamy peanut butter. YUMMY! That was my favorite thing to eat there, and it didn't matter what time of day it was, I always had to have some of that at grandma's.
She called cereal "breakfast food" and I always thought that was just weird!
I keep using the past tense...and I don't mean anything by that other than this is my childhood I am talking about. This is what I remember about her while I was growing up. I haven't lived in that place for more than 15 years. So that season of my life is very much in the past no matter what condition my grandmother is in. It makes me sad to think that all of this change has happened while I have been in California and Colorado living my life and raising my own children. But I guess some of that is natural, right? It's natural that the granddaughter would now be a woman raising her own children. I think I am just sad that I have done it at such a distance from my grandmothers.
One of the things I always wanted grandma to do was show me all her scars. Her belly looked like a treasure map with all those scars from all her surgeries. Pretty creepy and intriguing to a little girl!
I don't know if those are really the reasons I felt so melancholy this week or not, though. It's strange. I left my home town for college over 18 years ago. I was home in the summers then after 2 years transferred to a college in CA, met my husband and have been away pretty much for 15 years now. I wouldn't want to move back there at all, but this week I just felt "homesick".
Maybe it's the fact that one of my grandmother's just had surgery a few weeks ago. She is fine now, but she is in her 80's. Her time left here on earth is not unlimited. I have such fun memories of her house and my cousins and always tons of food.
Then I talked to my mom this week a lot about her mother, my other grandmother. She is creeping up on her 85th birthday. She has alzheimer's and is just not doing well these days. She used to have the cantankerous aspect of the disease. It was almost funny that my grandma cussed like a sailor and was in trouble for hitting at her nursing home. Now she has taken on the other side of the disease. She's sweet again, but doesn't remember much about the past 5 years or other aspects of her life, either.
I have such great memories of that grandma. I spent a lot of time at her house as a kid. It seemed like I was with her every weekend for a good chunk of my life. She was one of the hardest working women I ever knew. Of course I was only around after she was semi-retired and all but one of her kids was out of the house. But it seems her apartment was always immaculate. There were never piles of laundry laying around. And never a dust bunny!
She always had time for her friends. I remember going for walks to see her friends in the other apartments. She just liked to check in with them every few days.
She always had a hard time getting me up for church on Sunday mornings. I would be asleep on the sleeper sofa in the living room and she would threaten me with a cold wet washcloth nearly every week. Then we had to pick everything up and get the apartment looking all nice and tidy before we could leave for church. Why? Because you never know if you will be inviting someone home for lunch with you.
My grandma was not much of a cook. We ate a lot of boiled potatoes at her house. That seemed to be her starch of choice...not mashed, not scalloped, not au gratin, just boiled. You can mash them yourself on your plate that way and add butter and salt, too! I do remember making a lot of strawberry jello at her house. There were often bananas in it.
The best thing about weekends at grandma's house was the chocolate cake. She had a metal 9x13 pan with a slide on lid. She always made a chocolate cake in that pan on Saturday afternoons. The cake was from a mix, the frosting was from a can, but she would grease (with crisco) and flour the pan so it seemed to be the greatest chocolate cake I had ever eaten. And we had to save it for Sunday dinner. No bites on Saturday night! The other thing grandma always had was white bread and Skippy creamy peanut butter. YUMMY! That was my favorite thing to eat there, and it didn't matter what time of day it was, I always had to have some of that at grandma's.
She called cereal "breakfast food" and I always thought that was just weird!
I keep using the past tense...and I don't mean anything by that other than this is my childhood I am talking about. This is what I remember about her while I was growing up. I haven't lived in that place for more than 15 years. So that season of my life is very much in the past no matter what condition my grandmother is in. It makes me sad to think that all of this change has happened while I have been in California and Colorado living my life and raising my own children. But I guess some of that is natural, right? It's natural that the granddaughter would now be a woman raising her own children. I think I am just sad that I have done it at such a distance from my grandmothers.
One of the things I always wanted grandma to do was show me all her scars. Her belly looked like a treasure map with all those scars from all her surgeries. Pretty creepy and intriguing to a little girl!
weight blog
I'm thinking of starting another blog where I just talk about my WW stuff. I read a few blogs where others share their daily food journals. I'm thinking I might want to do that. And then have a place to share recipes that I try, too. I read this blog every day and she is talking about having an area where others could do their own daily blog. I may wait for that. We'll see.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
new goal
I reset my Weight Watchers ultimate goal. I was too worried about trying to maintain a weight that was too low for me. I did update my ticker today. I've lost more than 20 pounds so far and I got my cool little 10% goal keychain.
I have a ton to do today and am seriously lacking in motivation. At least I don't have to wash any sheets today, though!
I have a ton to do today and am seriously lacking in motivation. At least I don't have to wash any sheets today, though!
tired cravings
I'd forgotten how disrupted sleep makes me crave carbs. Yesterday afternoon and last night I was so tired from Sunday night's disrupted sleep. I just wanted to eat all afternoon...and it didn't matter what. Good news is that I didn't cave into that too much...other than a rice crispy treat. But I did account for that in my daily intake.
Last night I was lying on the couch thinking of eating chocolate ice cream. But I realized I really wasn't that hungry...and since I have my weigh in on Tuesdays I wanted to not pig out last night. I went to bed, well, actually I fell asleep on the couch without overindulging. That felt good to know that I fought the cravings.
It also made me realize it's no wonder that having 3 kids in 3 years and constantly being sooooo tired helped to keep me technically obese. Then having another baby and working and moving and having 2 more babies and working and working overnights. No wonder it's just easier to drown my exhaustion in cheeseburgers and ice cream. But I feel better being leaner and not eating junk just because I'm tired. Just interesting to me that the link between my decade of diapers...that is now over 11 years of diapers...was such a good excuse to overeat all the time.
Last night I was lying on the couch thinking of eating chocolate ice cream. But I realized I really wasn't that hungry...and since I have my weigh in on Tuesdays I wanted to not pig out last night. I went to bed, well, actually I fell asleep on the couch without overindulging. That felt good to know that I fought the cravings.
It also made me realize it's no wonder that having 3 kids in 3 years and constantly being sooooo tired helped to keep me technically obese. Then having another baby and working and moving and having 2 more babies and working and working overnights. No wonder it's just easier to drown my exhaustion in cheeseburgers and ice cream. But I feel better being leaner and not eating junk just because I'm tired. Just interesting to me that the link between my decade of diapers...that is now over 11 years of diapers...was such a good excuse to overeat all the time.
Monday, February 26, 2007
weekend update
What a weekend! Twenty years ago that would have meant something entirely different than it does today!
I woke up early Saturday with Kelli in my bed in mismatched pj's...not the ones she went to bed in and her top was on backwards. Yep, she had wet her bed. When Jack E got up later I realized he had taken his diaper off in the night and also wet his bed. So along with all the other laundry I needed to catch up, I washed their sheets.
Sunday morning, I woke up the EXACT SAME WAY! ARGH...so I washed their sheets and this time had to wash dinkies as well. For Kelli, that is her purple blanket I crocheted for her. It was one of my first projects so it's a little odd shaped for a blankie...more like a shawl. For Jack E, it's his big blue blanket. Still made by mama, but a little more experienced as a crocheter this time.
We all survived that. Jack E was up screaming for a couple of hours in the wee small hours of the night last night. I think he is working on getting some molars. The top ones are in, but we are working on the bottom ones. I had him in and out of my bed last night. He was kind of half asleep, half awake, crying off and on from 1 till after 3. He finally settled down and slept. So did I. Again I overslept and barely made it out the door this morning. Thankfully I had packed up my breakfast, lunch and snacks last night so I could just grab my bag and go. I wasn't gone 5 minutes when Aleena called to tell me that Angel (our sheltie) had thrown up all over the kitchen floor. Sorry, D, but I was soooo glad to already be out the door when that happened.
This afternoon is probably the craziest of the week. Clay just got off the bus. I need to pick the oldest 2 up from band in 30 minutes. Then an hour later Clay has his drum lesson. Then we run home and get everybody some dinner. Then it's finish up homework and get ready for tomorrow. At least tomorrow is just my Weight Watchers morning and errand time. I need to get organized for that too.
I'll be back to let you know how my weigh in goes tomorrow morning! ~~~~~~~~~skinny vibes for me!~~~~~~~~~
I woke up early Saturday with Kelli in my bed in mismatched pj's...not the ones she went to bed in and her top was on backwards. Yep, she had wet her bed. When Jack E got up later I realized he had taken his diaper off in the night and also wet his bed. So along with all the other laundry I needed to catch up, I washed their sheets.
Sunday morning, I woke up the EXACT SAME WAY! ARGH...so I washed their sheets and this time had to wash dinkies as well. For Kelli, that is her purple blanket I crocheted for her. It was one of my first projects so it's a little odd shaped for a blankie...more like a shawl. For Jack E, it's his big blue blanket. Still made by mama, but a little more experienced as a crocheter this time.
We all survived that. Jack E was up screaming for a couple of hours in the wee small hours of the night last night. I think he is working on getting some molars. The top ones are in, but we are working on the bottom ones. I had him in and out of my bed last night. He was kind of half asleep, half awake, crying off and on from 1 till after 3. He finally settled down and slept. So did I. Again I overslept and barely made it out the door this morning. Thankfully I had packed up my breakfast, lunch and snacks last night so I could just grab my bag and go. I wasn't gone 5 minutes when Aleena called to tell me that Angel (our sheltie) had thrown up all over the kitchen floor. Sorry, D, but I was soooo glad to already be out the door when that happened.
This afternoon is probably the craziest of the week. Clay just got off the bus. I need to pick the oldest 2 up from band in 30 minutes. Then an hour later Clay has his drum lesson. Then we run home and get everybody some dinner. Then it's finish up homework and get ready for tomorrow. At least tomorrow is just my Weight Watchers morning and errand time. I need to get organized for that too.
I'll be back to let you know how my weigh in goes tomorrow morning! ~~~~~~~~~skinny vibes for me!~~~~~~~~~
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
not myself
I just haven't felt like myself for a week or so. I've had this crazy headache off and on...sinuses I think. And I have been soooooo tired. I just feel a little punky. Honestly I feel a little pregnant. I'm not, though. (Yes I am VERY sure, mom!) I just started a new birth control pill that isn't just a mini pill. It's been a dozen years since I was on this kind and it's messing with my system a little I think.
I know I just need to wait it out and it will be fine in a few months. So for now, I feel just a little pregnant...but I'm NOT, mom!
My weigh in at WW was good yesterday. I had really tried to eat well and drink lots of water and it paid off at the scale. I was feeling pretty positive about it since I had tried on 2 pairs of pants and a skirt before I found something that fit well and wasn't jeans. I didn't want the added weight of jeans. Thank goodness for drawstring pants! So now I am 0.4 of a pound from my first goal of losing 10% of my body weight when I started WW. Did that make sense? It's a goal they set for you when you first start. And I get a keychain when I meet that goal. I'm really excited about it!
Well, the laundry is not doing itself this week. And as much as I would like to sit around a little longer, that is absolutely all I have done today! Still trying to figure out what I'll give up for Lent, too. Ideas? And don't say diet Coke, hon. That one would kill me!
I know I just need to wait it out and it will be fine in a few months. So for now, I feel just a little pregnant...but I'm NOT, mom!
My weigh in at WW was good yesterday. I had really tried to eat well and drink lots of water and it paid off at the scale. I was feeling pretty positive about it since I had tried on 2 pairs of pants and a skirt before I found something that fit well and wasn't jeans. I didn't want the added weight of jeans. Thank goodness for drawstring pants! So now I am 0.4 of a pound from my first goal of losing 10% of my body weight when I started WW. Did that make sense? It's a goal they set for you when you first start. And I get a keychain when I meet that goal. I'm really excited about it!
Well, the laundry is not doing itself this week. And as much as I would like to sit around a little longer, that is absolutely all I have done today! Still trying to figure out what I'll give up for Lent, too. Ideas? And don't say diet Coke, hon. That one would kill me!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
another sick day
Yesterday Kelli spent the day throwing up. It was her first experience with that. Not fun for any of us. She didn't even keep water down, poor girl.
So far today looks better for her. She's had a bite of waffle and is playing.
I have caught the little ones' cough. And the general icky feeling that goes with it. Thankfully, the family I work for is out of town this week so I have a little vacation. You would think I would just be getting so much done with these extra days at home, wouldn't you? Nope! But I am in the middle of making cookie press cookies in heart shapes. I told the kids that I would drop them off at school for their teachers when I pick Emma up from Kindergarten.
I didn't update my ticker yesterday after my weigh in because I went up by 0.2 of a pound. Who wants to celebrate that?! Next week's weigh in will be better...as long as I don't eat too many of these Valetine's cookies! lol
And now a word from Jack E:
/÷//'
'nkkkkkk...............;;';;'/''''''''';'lllllllllklllpmmmffsxdzxvxxxxxxxxxxmmnmnh j ttttttttttttth, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmytt6tyfrtfgtttttt vm fddxcxcdccccc nvgv.u ,hytffffffewsrgh
That's all we've got!
So far today looks better for her. She's had a bite of waffle and is playing.
I have caught the little ones' cough. And the general icky feeling that goes with it. Thankfully, the family I work for is out of town this week so I have a little vacation. You would think I would just be getting so much done with these extra days at home, wouldn't you? Nope! But I am in the middle of making cookie press cookies in heart shapes. I told the kids that I would drop them off at school for their teachers when I pick Emma up from Kindergarten.
I didn't update my ticker yesterday after my weigh in because I went up by 0.2 of a pound. Who wants to celebrate that?! Next week's weigh in will be better...as long as I don't eat too many of these Valetine's cookies! lol
And now a word from Jack E:
/÷//'
'nkkkkkk...............;;';;'/''''''''';'lllllllllklllpmmmffsxdzxvxxxxxxxxxxmmnmnh j ttttttttttttth, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmytt6tyfrtfgtttttt vm fddxcxcdccccc nvgv.u ,hytffffffewsrgh
That's all we've got!
Friday, February 09, 2007
vicks vapor rub
It seems that when Aleena and Trey were little they were always sick. Or maybe I just had more time on my hands to pay attention then.
Jack and Kelli have both been coughing a lot the past few days. That kind of wet hacking cough that seems to feed on itself. They were both exhausted last night so I put them into a soothing vapor bath. Even the big kids love to take those when they are home sick. They are known as "sick bubble baths" at our house.
So Jack E and Kelli took a sick bubble bath, then I slathered on the vicks medicated chest rub. Aleena always hated it and called it the spicy lotion, but Kelli didn't seem to mind. I mixed it with regular lotion for Jack E so it wouldn't be so strong on his tiny little body. They have both been asleep since 7:45...not coughing. Kelli didn't come into my bed to hack all over me at 5 either. That stuff is a miracle drug I tell you!
I think I find it rather sedating too. I was on my bed reading blogs last night and ended up falling asleep by 9 (sorry hon!) and didn't wake up til 6 myself. That in itself is a miracle! Maybe I need to slather on the vicks every night, too!
TIme to get ready for school...them, not me. I get to hang out in my jammies a little longer.
Jack and Kelli have both been coughing a lot the past few days. That kind of wet hacking cough that seems to feed on itself. They were both exhausted last night so I put them into a soothing vapor bath. Even the big kids love to take those when they are home sick. They are known as "sick bubble baths" at our house.
So Jack E and Kelli took a sick bubble bath, then I slathered on the vicks medicated chest rub. Aleena always hated it and called it the spicy lotion, but Kelli didn't seem to mind. I mixed it with regular lotion for Jack E so it wouldn't be so strong on his tiny little body. They have both been asleep since 7:45...not coughing. Kelli didn't come into my bed to hack all over me at 5 either. That stuff is a miracle drug I tell you!
I think I find it rather sedating too. I was on my bed reading blogs last night and ended up falling asleep by 9 (sorry hon!) and didn't wake up til 6 myself. That in itself is a miracle! Maybe I need to slather on the vicks every night, too!
TIme to get ready for school...them, not me. I get to hang out in my jammies a little longer.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
my face is not so chubby anymore...
These are pictures of Kelli and me. One is from September, the other is from a couple of weeks ago.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
NSV
no, that's not some weird disease! It stands for non-scale victory. Today mine is that my skinny pants are getting baggy! And the scale was kind to me at my weigh in today too. I moved my ticker up under my blog title just so I can look at it often and be motivated. I am moving that little scale thingy to the right a little more every day! woohoo!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
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