Archive for March, 2010

I’m not one of them.

You know those women who are just naturally thin.  They eat whatever they want, don’t exercise and manage to maintain a size 4.  These same women get pregnant, pop out a kid, and then within weeks they look exactly like they did before they got knocked up.  We all know someone like this and, well, I’m not one of them.  If you happen to be one of them, I secretly hate you.  (Not really, but I am a little bit jealous.)

I’m the type of woman who has to work out hard and eat just right in order to maintain a specific weight.  And let me tell you, I’m not good at either of those things.  I’m not a lazy, sit on the couch all day type of person but I’m far from a gym rat.  I like fruit but I’d much prefer a bowl of ice cream or a piece of cheese cake.  Who wouldn’t?

Well, back in September I think it was, I started working out regularly.  I was on the treadmill at least three nights a week and was lifting light weights and doing some resistance training, all with the help and guidance of my wonderful husband.  I started eating better.  I wasn’t dieting per se but I became more aware of what I put in my mouth.  I still ate pizza and cookies, just not as often and in smaller quantities.  I felt great.  The best part – I lost 15 lbs in about 2 months!  People were starting to notice that I had lost weight and it was a huge boost of confidence for me.

Then winter really set in.  I got sick.  The kids got sick.  The holidays came around.  I got sick again.  The kids were sick again.  It was terrible.  Needless to say, my motivation went out the window and the working out came to an end.  It wasn’t intentional, it sort of just happened.  I’ve gained about five of the fifteen pounds back and I’m not happy about it.   I’ve made two attempts to get back on the band wagon.  But I’ve failed each time.  Life just keeps getting in the way (read: I can’t get motivated).  Now we’re getting ready to move which means packing and cleaning and doing a million and one things.  At the end of the day the last thing I want to be doing is working out.  But since I’m not one of those women blessed with the ability to eat whatever I want and still wear a size 4, I’m going to make a third attempt to get back at it.

I’ll start Monday. :-)

Where’s the sugar and spice?

Sugar and spice and everything nice.  That’s what little girls are made of.  Right?  Wrong!  At least in my case.  My soon-to-be eleven month old (how the #%&@ did that happen?) is a bull in a China shop.  If something is in her way she will do whatever she can to just barge right through it, this includes her sister.  Nothing is safe when she is around.  Her favorite thing to do is rip and tear.  I have to be careful not to leave important papers or Brinley’s drawings within Nora’s reach because if I do, they will end up in teeny tiny pieces all over the floor.

Another one of her favorite pass times is taking laundry and throwing it all over the room.  She loves when I bring up a freshly washed basket of laundry from the dryer.  She sits down and empties it at lightening speed.  It’s cute to watch but becomes problematic when she does it to fresh laundry that has just been folded.  She likes to do the same thing with boxes of tissues.  She just keeps pulling and pulling them until they are out of the box.  I’m thinking about having her try out for the game show Minute to Win It.  Taking all of the tissues out of a box in under a minute is one of the tasks on the show.

I’m not trying to imply that my little Nora is not a sweetie pie.  She is.  How could I ever say that this little face is not sweet.

But she is totally a devil in disguise.  People are always commenting on how adorable she is, usually complete strangers.  She’s got the most precious smile, the cutest button nose and makes the most adorable sounds.  So when we’re out in public she is quite the attention getter.  Little do these strangers know what a handful Nora can be.  We’ve fondly nicknamed her “Nora the Destroyer”.

So where’s my sugar and spice?  I think I got the snakes and snails instead!  At least I’ll never have to wonder what it would have been like to have a boy.

Call me overprotective, call me paranoid.

Who do you trust to watch your children when you need to do adult things?  For us it’s only ever been family.  And by family I mean my mother or my mother-in-law.  No one else.  Call me over protective, call me paranoid.  I just don’t feel comfortable leaving my kids with someone who is not related to either me or my husband by blood.  Sure I have many friends that I trust and love but they either a) don’t live close enough to babysit when I have an appointment or b) would be totally unprepared to handle two small children (sorry friends, I love you dearly but it’s a lot of work).

Anyway, how do you go about finding someone to babysit your kids?  Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.  Yet I know that it is something that many parents do all the time.  Heck, I made tons of cash growing up watching other people’s kids and I was a nanny for about seven of the last ten years in some capacity.  So why is it so hard for me to imagine someone unrelated to me taking care of my children when I counted on other people to hire me to watch theirs?

There is no way that I can go the rest of my life (ok, probably the next 12 or so years) without having to have a “stranger” watch my kids.  A time will come where Scott and I both need to go somewhere when neither my family or his will be available to babysit.  My mother-in-law lives seventy miles away, and although she’d come up in a heartbeat, sometimes it’s just not feasible.  My mother is pretty close by and helps out a lot but she has other grand kids and also has a pretty busy life herself.

So what is the best way to go about finding a babysitter?  I’d hope to be able to find someone who was like me when I was in high school and college.  I loved kids (still do) and had so much fun as a babysitter.  But I get a little bit uneasy thinking about the ones who interview great but then end up sitting on the couch watching TV and talking on the phone while the kids get into everything and go unfed.

Add this to the list of not the hardest but still hard parts of parenting.

(Photo is NOT of my child)

Good bye rats nest.. I hope!

I’m not sure what Brinley does in her sleep but every morning she wakes up with this huge rats nest in the back of her hair.  Her hair is so fine and soft that it tangles easily leaving just a mess in the morning.  I always dread combing it out because I know that no matter how hard I try to be gentle, I’m bound to pull a tangle.  This always results in tears and her whimpering, “Mommy you hurt me!”  And that just breaks my heart.

So, I’ve been trying to come up with some ways to stop the rats nest from forming.  I got some of that detangling spray to help comb it out, but it doesn’t work as well as I’d like.  I’ve started using conditioner in her hair during baths but that doesn’t really make any difference with the tangles in the morning.  I’ve tried to get her to wear her hair in a braid while she’s sleeping but she says it’s uncomfortable and I can’t blame her.  Scott suggested we try a satin pillow case.  We haven’t done that yet, but might try it.

I decided that it was probably time for her to get her hair cut.  She’s three and a half and has only had one hair cut in her life, back in August.  It was a pretty difficult experience.  You can read the details here, but basically she freaked out and wouldn’t sit in the chair.  I had to hold her on my lap and basically not let her know that her hair was being cut.  The hairdresser couldn’t even spray her hair and she had to have a “dry cut”.  It was fine because I was just trying to get it evened out.

Anyway, I mentioned to Brinley that getting her hair cut would make some of the tangles go away and she immediately jumped on the bandwagon (thank God!).  She insisted on going to the “beauty parlor” that mommy goes to.  I made her an appointment the last time I was there but when the time came for her to go, she decided that she didn’t want to.  This was about three weeks ago.  Well, the rats nests kept on appearing every morning and the tears kept falling when it was time to comb it out.  Brinley started to ask to have her hair cut again.  I told her that when she was ready that we could go and her only request was that it be on a Friday. (I have no idea why or where this came from, but I obliged.)

Today was the day.

It was a huge success!  I can not believe what a difference seven months have made for her.  This time we got there and she was so excited.  She jumped right up into the big chair all by herself.  She gladly let Robbin (her hairdresser) put a black cape on her.

When Robbin asked if she could spray Brinley’s hair, she said, “Sure thing!” (too cute!)  This was a real hair cut too.   It was sectioned out and pinned up and cut in sections.  She had about 5 inches cut off! Brinley had such a happy look on her face and I could tell that she was so proud of herself.    I was so proud of her too!

I’m hoping that this haircut helps with our rats nest problem.  I guess we’ll find out in the morning.

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