Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
It's hard
....to be in the holiday spirit when it is 75 degrees out and everyone is wearing shorts.
So, I did the only possible thing: I put on my running shoes, went for a long run, did some Christmas work and then had some grilled chicken for dinner. With quinoa. Yum.
*not all that exciting, but I'm back at it once a week running. I enjoy it SO much. Hopefully by taking it slow this time I won't have the heel problems that sidelined me for so long a few years ago! I can hope!
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So, I did the only possible thing: I put on my running shoes, went for a long run, did some Christmas work and then had some grilled chicken for dinner. With quinoa. Yum.
*not all that exciting, but I'm back at it once a week running. I enjoy it SO much. Hopefully by taking it slow this time I won't have the heel problems that sidelined me for so long a few years ago! I can hope!
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Amelia
Oh Amelia. Amelia has been a lot challenging lately. I overheard someone else calling their 3 year old a threenager. It fits. Anyhow, who she is not literally driving me crazy and pushing all my buttons at one time, she is a hoot. Four examples:
1. As she surveys my outfit selections for the day, "mom, when will I be old enough to pick out my own clothes?"
"I'd say 5 or 6 years old, why?"
(Heavy sigh)
"Just wondering."
2. On the scale in my bathroom while I'm (trying) dressing for work.
"Mom! I'm 34.5 pounders! I pounded it right here on the scale. How many pounders are you? Come here and we'll find out if you pound it like me!"
3. On discussing her ballet class:
"When I go to ballet class, I am called a ballet-er."
"No, sweetie. I think it is called a ballerina."
(Eye roll from the threenager)
"No Mom. In my ballet class, it is called a ballet-er."
4. On being scared:
When you opened my door, you freaked me. Don't do that mom!"
"Okay love, did that freak you out?"
(Sigh+eye roll= 13 is going to be a hard year with this girl).
"No mom. It didn't freak me out. It just freaked me."
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1. As she surveys my outfit selections for the day, "mom, when will I be old enough to pick out my own clothes?"
"I'd say 5 or 6 years old, why?"
(Heavy sigh)
"Just wondering."
2. On the scale in my bathroom while I'm (trying) dressing for work.
"Mom! I'm 34.5 pounders! I pounded it right here on the scale. How many pounders are you? Come here and we'll find out if you pound it like me!"
3. On discussing her ballet class:
"When I go to ballet class, I am called a ballet-er."
"No, sweetie. I think it is called a ballerina."
(Eye roll from the threenager)
"No Mom. In my ballet class, it is called a ballet-er."
4. On being scared:
When you opened my door, you freaked me. Don't do that mom!"
"Okay love, did that freak you out?"
(Sigh+eye roll= 13 is going to be a hard year with this girl).
"No mom. It didn't freak me out. It just freaked me."
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Friday, November 23, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving!
We are enjoying being surrounded by family for thanksgiving this year! Happy thanksgiving from our littlest turkey!
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Thanksgiving on the brain
We are at the transportation museum today enjoying an easy family say before the craziness of next week unfolds. Complex travel plans involving an infant across three states and 17+ hours of car travel call for something a little more running, playing, family fun oriented (to be clear, there will be a lot -A LOT of fun next weekend, but it's going to be a lot of work too).
I can tell the thanksgiving thought are already starting to creep in because I thought because I thought the sign below said that the compartments below we're equipped with gravy outlets. That would be convenient though, wouldn't it?
I can tell the thanksgiving thought are already starting to creep in because I thought because I thought the sign below said that the compartments below we're equipped with gravy outlets. That would be convenient though, wouldn't it?
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