**I'm writing this to make myself accountable, not for entertainment purposes...feel free to skip!**
When I was pregnant with Colby, I had all the time in the world to work out and stay in shape. Plus, I felt great the entire first trimester. It's hard for me to believe now, but I worked out about an hour a day for the entire pregnancy. I ran 5 miles a day up until 6 months, and then took spinning classes until my knees started hitting my stomach. After that, I worked out on cardio machines and lifted free weights. Even with all of that, I still managed to gain 34 pounds.
I am beginning to worry what's going to happen to me this pregnancy. I am definitely not in shape the way I would like to be, and if I don't do something now, it could get ugly. I haven't felt great the first trimester, so it has been really easy to make excuses not to exercise. I am still doing something about 3 or 4 days a week, but to me, that's just not enough. I find excuses even when I'm feeling ok, and I need to stop myself now, before it's too late. I'm also snacking more than I should, especially at night with Lee. (Lee is a freak of nature and eats peanut butter on graham crackers every night at 10pm to avoid losing weight)
Therefore, I'm going to start keeping track of my fitness/nutrition goals starting tomorrow, at 14 weeks. (Thanks for the idea, Kristina) Which gives me one more day of procrastination- yahoo! I will make a goal each month and try to stick to it. My goal for February will be to work out 6 days a week for at least 45 minutes. This will mean some 6AM mornings on the treadmill, but I think I can do it.
In addition, I'm going to try not to snack after dinner...I will allow myself fruit or something if I'm hungry, but I'll try to make it healthy.
I feel more motivated already. As long as Lee doesn't come home with pop tarts or some other irresistable junk food, I should be ok.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Music Together
My favorite activity of the week is definitely our Music Together class. Colby's two favorite things right now are music and being around other kids, so this is a great outlet for him.
The class starts off with everyone sitting in a circle with the child on the mom's lap. Well, except for one child. This particular child usually does a little freestyle dancing and then looks around for a nice, attractive, but less familiar lap, and plops down. Sometimes, he sits on the mom's other knee next to her child, sometimes he sits on the floor next to them, and sometimes he displaces her own child. Today, he made his rounds to no less than four different laps. (He has a way of turning around and shimmying backwards that's hard to turn down.)
When the music really gets going, he breaks out his signature move. I guess I would describe it as a knee bounce and a side to side sway all wrapped up into one. I have tried to video tape it many times, but he's stops whatever he's doing to look at the camcorder so it never works.
He was absolutely fascinated with a newborn baby that was there today. He was gently stroking the top of the baby's head, and then he leaned over for a head butt about 20 times. The other mom was very patient and allowed him to stroke and "love" the baby all he wanted. I was shocked at how gentle he was...maybe he really is starting to understand about babies? I can only hope.
I feel badly that with all posts about the "challenges" we are facing, I sometimes forget to talk about just how sweet Colby is. He really is just bursting with love and affection for everyone he meets, and he's not afraid to show it. I think that's a pretty unique quality and I hope he never loses it.
The class starts off with everyone sitting in a circle with the child on the mom's lap. Well, except for one child. This particular child usually does a little freestyle dancing and then looks around for a nice, attractive, but less familiar lap, and plops down. Sometimes, he sits on the mom's other knee next to her child, sometimes he sits on the floor next to them, and sometimes he displaces her own child. Today, he made his rounds to no less than four different laps. (He has a way of turning around and shimmying backwards that's hard to turn down.)
When the music really gets going, he breaks out his signature move. I guess I would describe it as a knee bounce and a side to side sway all wrapped up into one. I have tried to video tape it many times, but he's stops whatever he's doing to look at the camcorder so it never works.
He was absolutely fascinated with a newborn baby that was there today. He was gently stroking the top of the baby's head, and then he leaned over for a head butt about 20 times. The other mom was very patient and allowed him to stroke and "love" the baby all he wanted. I was shocked at how gentle he was...maybe he really is starting to understand about babies? I can only hope.
I feel badly that with all posts about the "challenges" we are facing, I sometimes forget to talk about just how sweet Colby is. He really is just bursting with love and affection for everyone he meets, and he's not afraid to show it. I think that's a pretty unique quality and I hope he never loses it.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Uh-Oh
Those are the words we do not want to hear tonight. At about 2AM. Please Colby, no uh-oh.
Colby has thrown up in his crib 4 different nights this week. I won't go into too much detail, but he's totally fine during the day, but then he throws up in the middle of the night. When it happens, we hear "Uh-Oh..Uh-Oh..Uh-Oh" This has been going on since Tuesday, and it's now Sunday. What kind of weird virus is this?? Lee caught it, too, but it only lasted one day. I think I had it last Saturday, but I assumed it was just another day of morning sickness, so I layed around a little more than usual. Lee didn't fare quite as well, but thankfully he rebounded quickly.
Anyway, we have a system down now, so before we go to bed we lay out a change of clothes, clean sheets, spare ducky (that thankfully I ordered off of E-bay last week), and clean sleep sack. One of us sits up with him and watches an episode of the Wiggles, and the other one cleans the bed, changes the sheets, and starts the laundry.
I've written before about my throw-up phobia, so I think this is all part of God's desensitization plan. With #2 on the way, I really need to get a grip and learn how to deal with it. I'm ok now with the cleaning up part, but I'll still run far and fast if I think he's going to do it in front of me.
God, I've had enough exposure for this week. Please, no uh-oh tonight.
Colby has thrown up in his crib 4 different nights this week. I won't go into too much detail, but he's totally fine during the day, but then he throws up in the middle of the night. When it happens, we hear "Uh-Oh..Uh-Oh..Uh-Oh" This has been going on since Tuesday, and it's now Sunday. What kind of weird virus is this?? Lee caught it, too, but it only lasted one day. I think I had it last Saturday, but I assumed it was just another day of morning sickness, so I layed around a little more than usual. Lee didn't fare quite as well, but thankfully he rebounded quickly.
Anyway, we have a system down now, so before we go to bed we lay out a change of clothes, clean sheets, spare ducky (that thankfully I ordered off of E-bay last week), and clean sleep sack. One of us sits up with him and watches an episode of the Wiggles, and the other one cleans the bed, changes the sheets, and starts the laundry.
I've written before about my throw-up phobia, so I think this is all part of God's desensitization plan. With #2 on the way, I really need to get a grip and learn how to deal with it. I'm ok now with the cleaning up part, but I'll still run far and fast if I think he's going to do it in front of me.
God, I've had enough exposure for this week. Please, no uh-oh tonight.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
My 3 babies
No, no- I'm not having twins. I'm talking about my other baby. My first one, pictured here.
In the pre-Colby days, Georgia was the apple of her daddy's eye. Lee showered her with affection, treats, and lots of daily play with all of her toys. He would take her on 10 mile hiking trips through the mountains and on long car rides in his truck. He took her collar off every single night so that she would be more comfortable while she slept. (I guess he figured he wouldn't want to sleep with a rope around his neck, so why would she?) Each night before bed, he would lay down in bed with her to tuck her in. It was their nightly ritual.
Unfortunately (for Georgia), things have changed a little bit. Georgia isn't neglected by any means, but she has definitely become second fiddle around here, and she knows it. It's not just because she sleeps with her collar on now....or that her daddy doesn't lay down in the bed with her. It's just that...she knows Colby is higher up on the totem pole. She still has a wonderful life, but it's just...different. We still love her just as much....how could you not love this face?
Now, baby #2 is slowly but surely being groomed to become Lee's mini-me. Lee has visions of Colby rock climbing, hiking, and doing all the outdoor sports he loves. Colby definitely has the energy for it, so it's probably only a matter of time. As for me, I just want to keep Colby out of extreme sports and off of Mt. Everest for as long as possible....but the outlook does not look good.
Here is Lee's mini-me in his first set of Patagonia duds, ready for the snow.
Being pulled through the neighborhood....
Lee grooming his predesesor.
We saw a glimpse of baby #3 today, and it's starting to feel a little more real. I think I saw some boy parts in there, but we won't know for sure until about 2 more months from now. He/she was performing for the camera, and even waved hello.
Here is baby #3 in his/her first debut.
I was concerned that the baby had a large crab claw for legs, but the technician assured me that everything looked a-ok.
It will be interesting to see how our family dynamic changes with the addition of baby #3. Will we produce another high energy firecracker with a distaste for all things quiet and immobile? Or somehow, by the grace of God, will we produce a sweet and snuggly lap baby who loves to cuddle? Actually, if that happened, I think Lee and I would wonder if there was a mix-up at the hospital. Another "busy britches", as my grandmother calls him, will be just fine with us.
In the pre-Colby days, Georgia was the apple of her daddy's eye. Lee showered her with affection, treats, and lots of daily play with all of her toys. He would take her on 10 mile hiking trips through the mountains and on long car rides in his truck. He took her collar off every single night so that she would be more comfortable while she slept. (I guess he figured he wouldn't want to sleep with a rope around his neck, so why would she?) Each night before bed, he would lay down in bed with her to tuck her in. It was their nightly ritual.
Unfortunately (for Georgia), things have changed a little bit. Georgia isn't neglected by any means, but she has definitely become second fiddle around here, and she knows it. It's not just because she sleeps with her collar on now....or that her daddy doesn't lay down in the bed with her. It's just that...she knows Colby is higher up on the totem pole. She still has a wonderful life, but it's just...different. We still love her just as much....how could you not love this face?
Now, baby #2 is slowly but surely being groomed to become Lee's mini-me. Lee has visions of Colby rock climbing, hiking, and doing all the outdoor sports he loves. Colby definitely has the energy for it, so it's probably only a matter of time. As for me, I just want to keep Colby out of extreme sports and off of Mt. Everest for as long as possible....but the outlook does not look good.
Here is Lee's mini-me in his first set of Patagonia duds, ready for the snow.
Being pulled through the neighborhood....
Lee grooming his predesesor.
We saw a glimpse of baby #3 today, and it's starting to feel a little more real. I think I saw some boy parts in there, but we won't know for sure until about 2 more months from now. He/she was performing for the camera, and even waved hello.
Here is baby #3 in his/her first debut.
I was concerned that the baby had a large crab claw for legs, but the technician assured me that everything looked a-ok.
It will be interesting to see how our family dynamic changes with the addition of baby #3. Will we produce another high energy firecracker with a distaste for all things quiet and immobile? Or somehow, by the grace of God, will we produce a sweet and snuggly lap baby who loves to cuddle? Actually, if that happened, I think Lee and I would wonder if there was a mix-up at the hospital. Another "busy britches", as my grandmother calls him, will be just fine with us.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Message From Colby
Guess what everybody?? (see t-shirt)
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! I will take over the world!!!!
Yes, yes. It's true. I'm 12 weeks pregnant! Baby G is due in late July, so they will be almost exactly 2 years apart. We are very excited, and a little bit scared. I think that's normal....at least I hope so.
Colby already loves babies. Here he is with Madeline, my friend Laura's baby. He's going to make a great big brother....
Maybe not the most gentle big brother, but a great one.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! I will take over the world!!!!
Yes, yes. It's true. I'm 12 weeks pregnant! Baby G is due in late July, so they will be almost exactly 2 years apart. We are very excited, and a little bit scared. I think that's normal....at least I hope so.
Colby already loves babies. Here he is with Madeline, my friend Laura's baby. He's going to make a great big brother....
Maybe not the most gentle big brother, but a great one.
Monday, January 14, 2008
"Can I see you after class?"
OH GOD. The dreaded words. These were the words that Colby's preschool teacher said to me on Friday morning when I dropped him off for school. She asked that I come by 20 minutes early so that we could have a "conference" about Colby. The last time anyone had said those words to me must have been my Freshman year in college.
**I recommend skipping the next paragraph and picking up afterwards**
I need to go off on a tangent for a second, to get this off my chest. It has always bugged me. It was my literature teacher who asked me to stay after class because he said I was not participating enough in the discussions. I was not participating by choice, because I did not like his grading system. This was a band teacher, and he was somehow conned into teaching an intro Freshman literature class because they were short on teachers for some reason. There were about 15 people in the class, so he knew us all by name. His "grading system" was to put a dash by your name any time you said something aloud in class. Something. ANYTHING. You could say "I disagree!" and get a mark by your name. You could bark like a dog and get a mark by your name. He totalled these marks, and the number of "marks" by your name somehow became 50% of your final grade. This just encouraged random, unintelligent comments from anyone and everyone (usually the same people over and over) and I thought it was just the stupidest grading system I had ever heard of. I refused to be a part of it, and my lips were sealed the entire semester. Not. A. Word. I was bucking the system. Even after I was called after class and lectured, I still refused to participate in such nonsense for grades. (I probably hadn't read the books, most of us hadn't anyway...thus the unintelligent comments) Therefore, I received what I think was my one and only "C" in college. I still think that teacher was a total moron.
Whew, I feel better.
Ok, back to Colby
My mind was racing for the next 3 hours over what was to come. What did Colby do? Did he hurt someone? Do they think I'm a bad mother? Do they think the lunches I'm packing aren't healthy enough? I know I don't pack veges, but he won't eat them! Did he bite someone? OH GOD. I hope he didn't bite anyone.
When I got there, we went to a private room and the discussion went as follows:
Teacher: Well, I wanted to talk to you about Colby because I have some concerns. He doesn't seem to listen to us very well. When we tell him "No" he doesn't pay attention.
Me: *Blank Stare*
Teacher: When he's doing something and we tell him to stop, he just keeps on going. We were walking in a group, and he darted ahead of everyone. When I told him to stop, he kept going.
Me: *Blank Stare*
Teacher: Does he ever sit down at home?
Me: Not really...well, if he gets hurt he might sit on our lap for a second. He'll sit if it's time for bed and we're reading him a book....but that's about it.
Teacher: Well, he also is screaming a lot. LOUD squeals. 99.9% of the time, it's a happy squeal, but when we tell him to stop, he won't.
Me: *Blank Stare*
(I'm thinking....he's 17 months old! Isn't this sort of normal? I mean, at least at the far end of the spectrum of normal? Maybe almost about to fall off the spectrum but hanging on by a pinkie normal?)
Teacher: I just have concerns that he doesn't listen.
Me: Has he bitten anyone?
Teacher: You mean he's biting?
Me: Oh, I mean, not really. I mean, just at night....just me and Lee. For fun. He thinks it's funny.
Teacher: *Blank Stare*
Me: We try to tell him "no" but he laughs.
Teacher: Well, I just wanted to see if he's doing the same things at home as he's doing in school, and it sounds like he is. We really need to work on getting him to
start obeying "no" and to stop screaming so much.
(end of discussion)
Well I'll be darned! I had no idea he wasn't supposed to be doing those things. We'll get on that right away. Thanks for pointing it out to us- all should be corrected by the weekend.
**I recommend skipping the next paragraph and picking up afterwards**
I need to go off on a tangent for a second, to get this off my chest. It has always bugged me. It was my literature teacher who asked me to stay after class because he said I was not participating enough in the discussions. I was not participating by choice, because I did not like his grading system. This was a band teacher, and he was somehow conned into teaching an intro Freshman literature class because they were short on teachers for some reason. There were about 15 people in the class, so he knew us all by name. His "grading system" was to put a dash by your name any time you said something aloud in class. Something. ANYTHING. You could say "I disagree!" and get a mark by your name. You could bark like a dog and get a mark by your name. He totalled these marks, and the number of "marks" by your name somehow became 50% of your final grade. This just encouraged random, unintelligent comments from anyone and everyone (usually the same people over and over) and I thought it was just the stupidest grading system I had ever heard of. I refused to be a part of it, and my lips were sealed the entire semester. Not. A. Word. I was bucking the system. Even after I was called after class and lectured, I still refused to participate in such nonsense for grades. (I probably hadn't read the books, most of us hadn't anyway...thus the unintelligent comments) Therefore, I received what I think was my one and only "C" in college. I still think that teacher was a total moron.
Whew, I feel better.
Ok, back to Colby
My mind was racing for the next 3 hours over what was to come. What did Colby do? Did he hurt someone? Do they think I'm a bad mother? Do they think the lunches I'm packing aren't healthy enough? I know I don't pack veges, but he won't eat them! Did he bite someone? OH GOD. I hope he didn't bite anyone.
When I got there, we went to a private room and the discussion went as follows:
Teacher: Well, I wanted to talk to you about Colby because I have some concerns. He doesn't seem to listen to us very well. When we tell him "No" he doesn't pay attention.
Me: *Blank Stare*
Teacher: When he's doing something and we tell him to stop, he just keeps on going. We were walking in a group, and he darted ahead of everyone. When I told him to stop, he kept going.
Me: *Blank Stare*
Teacher: Does he ever sit down at home?
Me: Not really...well, if he gets hurt he might sit on our lap for a second. He'll sit if it's time for bed and we're reading him a book....but that's about it.
Teacher: Well, he also is screaming a lot. LOUD squeals. 99.9% of the time, it's a happy squeal, but when we tell him to stop, he won't.
Me: *Blank Stare*
(I'm thinking....he's 17 months old! Isn't this sort of normal? I mean, at least at the far end of the spectrum of normal? Maybe almost about to fall off the spectrum but hanging on by a pinkie normal?)
Teacher: I just have concerns that he doesn't listen.
Me: Has he bitten anyone?
Teacher: You mean he's biting?
Me: Oh, I mean, not really. I mean, just at night....just me and Lee. For fun. He thinks it's funny.
Teacher: *Blank Stare*
Me: We try to tell him "no" but he laughs.
Teacher: Well, I just wanted to see if he's doing the same things at home as he's doing in school, and it sounds like he is. We really need to work on getting him to
start obeying "no" and to stop screaming so much.
(end of discussion)
Well I'll be darned! I had no idea he wasn't supposed to be doing those things. We'll get on that right away. Thanks for pointing it out to us- all should be corrected by the weekend.
Monday, January 7, 2008
A Painful Problem
Well, the past few days have gotten better with the vegetable issue. We've taught Cobly how to dip food in ketchup, and he thinks it's the coolest thing ever. Last night, he inhaled zucchini and squash, but only if it was dipped in ketchup first. Tonight he dipped about 20 peas, one by one, into ketchup. When they were gone, he dipped his fingers in there for a more direct hit. I figure he's getting the important stuff, and a little high fructose corn syrup never hurt anyone.
On another note, we have another problem arising that really has me stumped. Biting. Not mean hurtful biting....but "whhheeee I love to bite mom and dad as hard as I can it's so funny" biting. Nothing makes Colby laugh harder than to see one of his parents yelp, scream, or yell a stern "NO!". It never fails to make him double over with laughter. When we say "NO", no matter how we say it, it just seems to encourage him more. This evening after dinner, I watched as Colby bit Lee, Lee screamed, and then Colby chased him around the room on all fours trying to get another bite. Lee actually had fear in his eyes as he was running around the kitchen trying to get away- the biting HURTS. Tonight, as I was getting Colby ready for bed, he bit me 3 times and left marks each time. Of course, I said "NO", and the hysterical laughter began. Once again, I am stumped as to what to do, and I'm open to suggestions!
On another note, we have another problem arising that really has me stumped. Biting. Not mean hurtful biting....but "whhheeee I love to bite mom and dad as hard as I can it's so funny" biting. Nothing makes Colby laugh harder than to see one of his parents yelp, scream, or yell a stern "NO!". It never fails to make him double over with laughter. When we say "NO", no matter how we say it, it just seems to encourage him more. This evening after dinner, I watched as Colby bit Lee, Lee screamed, and then Colby chased him around the room on all fours trying to get another bite. Lee actually had fear in his eyes as he was running around the kitchen trying to get away- the biting HURTS. Tonight, as I was getting Colby ready for bed, he bit me 3 times and left marks each time. Of course, I said "NO", and the hysterical laughter began. Once again, I am stumped as to what to do, and I'm open to suggestions!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Where did I go wrong?
A few months ago, I posted about what a great eater Colby is. I bragged about all the different foods he will eat. I revelled in the fact that his favorite food was marinated tomatoes. I thought he was this way because I had done something right! I had conquered the food wars and was not going to have a picky toddler. My baby was going to be a connoisseur of health foods, and he will eat any and all vegetables!
(insert scratching record sound here)
Well, I guess I have to eat my words, because Colby certainly won't eat them. Unless it looks like bread, cheese, yogurt or raisins, he ain't having any of it. It's not that he doesn't like the taste of foods, he just won't let them pass his lips. Ever. What happened? Where did I go wrong? He shuns tomatoes, grapes, cucumbers....lamb kabobs. All of his old favorite foods. He will go on a food strike until something resembling a grilled cheese sandwich hits his plate. When he is crying in his high chair because he doesn't want any of the food I made, what am I supposed to do? Tell him it's the only choice and play the "tough love" game? That was the plan at first, but it's easier said than done when you have a starving, crying, and clinging toddler on your leg who will not touch the dinner that was served. I'm afraid he is winning and I don't know what to do about it. Dr. Phil would say to leave his food on the plate and just scrape the mold off when he's ready to eat. However, something tells me Dr. Phil has never been left alone with a hungry toddler. Seriously, I don't know what to do!!
(insert scratching record sound here)
Well, I guess I have to eat my words, because Colby certainly won't eat them. Unless it looks like bread, cheese, yogurt or raisins, he ain't having any of it. It's not that he doesn't like the taste of foods, he just won't let them pass his lips. Ever. What happened? Where did I go wrong? He shuns tomatoes, grapes, cucumbers....lamb kabobs. All of his old favorite foods. He will go on a food strike until something resembling a grilled cheese sandwich hits his plate. When he is crying in his high chair because he doesn't want any of the food I made, what am I supposed to do? Tell him it's the only choice and play the "tough love" game? That was the plan at first, but it's easier said than done when you have a starving, crying, and clinging toddler on your leg who will not touch the dinner that was served. I'm afraid he is winning and I don't know what to do about it. Dr. Phil would say to leave his food on the plate and just scrape the mold off when he's ready to eat. However, something tells me Dr. Phil has never been left alone with a hungry toddler. Seriously, I don't know what to do!!
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