I'm not entirely sure what I've done lately, but apparently the universe has decided that I deserve retribution. Today started with one of the more frightening moments of my life (in retrospect it was nothing but at the time, it nearly induced a heart attack). Around 3 a.m. I was up laying out the design for Levi's birthday cake when someone rang my doorbell. Now, we have the actual bell disconnected, because it wakes the kids, but this place is big enough that the previous owners installed a second buzzer in the room where I just happened to be--the kitchen. This is no pleasant tinkle, either. It makes the most god-awful buzz you've ever heard, and it's especially disturbing at 3 in the morning. Since I was too much of a wuss to answer, with what feeling I had left in my legs, I went up to the bedroom and, once my mouth could form words, dragged Nate out of bed. As it turns out, it was the next door neighbor, who I informed us that the rear passenger-side window of our car had been busted with a pellet gun. No, it was not high crime, but still expensive and annoying, and I got even less sleep than usual.
Today was supposed to be work day at home, and with the late night, we needed a boost. Nate supplied this in the form of 44 ounce Diet Coke. Once Naomi was contently playing on her own, I left her with Nate and went to work in the kitchen. I had scarcely filled the dish drainer when I heard a commotion in the living room. I soon learned that Isaac had dumped most of my drink onto my laptop. Yes, it's fried. Reparable? Perhaps. For a reasonable price? Doubtfully. I may be moving to a PC for a few years, at least until i'm done raising toddlers. Things like this make me think that may be sooner than originally planned. For now, I'll be blogging from my iPod.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Biggest Loser, Part 2
Ugh. Well after one day of blogging in May, I lost my Internet connection last night. I won't qualify for NaBloPoMo (once again), but I'm going to try to keep it up for the rest of the month anyway. The habit will help when I try again in June.
Today is the first day of The Biggest Loser, part two. If I am to meet my personal goal--30 pounds by August--I will need to lose 2.3 pounds per week, which is a pretty tall order. That keeps me on a 1300 calorie diet. For motivation, I am going to visualize my second daughter, who I hope to have after I get healthy. Will I have another girl? Maybe not, but one study shows that beautiful parents have more daughters. And 30 pounds lighter, I'll probably be better looking. :) I don't really need to say that I would be just as happy with a girl, I just want Naomi to have a sister.
Today I also start working toward getting us on a household schedule. Notice I said "work toward." We tried to go to bed early last night so I could get up at 5:30 with Nate. Too bad Isaac had different plans. I'm going to have a room per day to clean so I can spread it over the week rather than having to take up our valuable weekend time. That being said, it's time to get up and get to work.
Today is the first day of The Biggest Loser, part two. If I am to meet my personal goal--30 pounds by August--I will need to lose 2.3 pounds per week, which is a pretty tall order. That keeps me on a 1300 calorie diet. For motivation, I am going to visualize my second daughter, who I hope to have after I get healthy. Will I have another girl? Maybe not, but one study shows that beautiful parents have more daughters. And 30 pounds lighter, I'll probably be better looking. :) I don't really need to say that I would be just as happy with a girl, I just want Naomi to have a sister.
Today I also start working toward getting us on a household schedule. Notice I said "work toward." We tried to go to bed early last night so I could get up at 5:30 with Nate. Too bad Isaac had different plans. I'm going to have a room per day to clean so I can spread it over the week rather than having to take up our valuable weekend time. That being said, it's time to get up and get to work.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
I jumped the gun
I was so excited about returning to regular blogging that I accidentally posted too early. Blogger runs on Pacific time, and I've not yet figured out how to change it, so I'd better log an entry for May 1!
It's been a busy weekend. Levi started t-ball today in a one-month program for 3-5 year olds. Out of about 25 preschoolers, he was the one that resisted every. single. activity. The coach asked the kids to sit down; he wanted to get my purse and leave. They were supposed to run to third base; he picked up the base and handed it to a parent, who he thought had dropped it. He didn't really throw a fit or anything, but I did have to shadow him to keep him on track. He just seemed to be mostly in a world of his own (in which I was an honored guest), except when he saw a boy wearing a University of Michigan hat with its "M" logo and mistook him for Mario. Today's experience left me thinking, a la Charlie Brown, "Why can't I have a normal [son] like everybody else?" Of course, I say that affectionately. Despite any of the challenges of raising him, I wouldn't trade my quirky, imaginative little boy for anyone or anything. Every day with him is an adventure.
It's been a busy weekend. Levi started t-ball today in a one-month program for 3-5 year olds. Out of about 25 preschoolers, he was the one that resisted every. single. activity. The coach asked the kids to sit down; he wanted to get my purse and leave. They were supposed to run to third base; he picked up the base and handed it to a parent, who he thought had dropped it. He didn't really throw a fit or anything, but I did have to shadow him to keep him on track. He just seemed to be mostly in a world of his own (in which I was an honored guest), except when he saw a boy wearing a University of Michigan hat with its "M" logo and mistook him for Mario. Today's experience left me thinking, a la Charlie Brown, "Why can't I have a normal [son] like everybody else?" Of course, I say that affectionately. Despite any of the challenges of raising him, I wouldn't trade my quirky, imaginative little boy for anyone or anything. Every day with him is an adventure.
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