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Oct 04 2013


Published by under Health,The Boy,The Man

I’ve been using the My Fitness Pal app since May. The Man’s been using it longer, and he’s down 50 or 60 pounds this year. I can’t remember which it is, but I know that he’s in 30″ waist pants, and he says that hasn’t happened since high school. I have traditionally been the person who refused to count calories, wasn’t interested in portion sizing, and didn’t diet mostly because it was too complicated and I didn’t want to learn to cook new (potentially gross) food. Well, MFP basically takes all of my objections and throws them out, because it’s easy. So I didn’t really have a leg left to stand on. I decided to try it and see what happened, and if I hated it, I could just stop.

Well, as of Monday I’m down just over 14 pounds. I went down a pant size, which is a nice change, because for the past few years, I’ve only gone up. I can see the difference in my face, arms, and calves. It’s rather nice. My initial goal is to get down to 160 pounds, and I’m well on my way.

In other health related news, The Boy got his last Hep A booster yesterday, so he’s done with vaccines until age 4. Well, except for his flu shot. He got that one, too, and apparently we have to go back in a month for the second one. That will be a yearly occurrence, unless zombies.

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Sep 24 2013

It was a bad day.

Published by under Parenting,The Boy,The Man

Today was a bad day. I can’t say it was the worst day of my life, because no one died, except for one wild animal, but it was right up there in the top ten.

The Boy was great this morning. Everything went along just as it usually does. But when he woke up from his nap, someone had flipped the Demon switch. There was a tantrum – a long, screaming, crying tantrum in which he hit me at least six times. Then, after the tantrum and the calm down session, we played and watched TV. Normal. He jumped on the couch and when I told him “no”, he hit me again. At dinner, I accidentally gave him a bite of way too hot food, and he burned his mouth. More crying, on both our parts. Thankfully, The Man took a shift and gave me some down time before I left for book club. When I left for book club, The Boy cried again, which made me want to stay home, but I went anyway.

Book club was great, as usual. It was nice to be around other adults and discuss things that had nothing to do with parenting or children. I drove home in the dark, down a winding country road. As I rounded a curve, I could see there was something in the road. The eyes glittered. I assumed it was an animal crossing, so I slowed down.

The headlight etched the gory scene in my mind. It was a mangled raccoon, horribly still alive. Its tail was spinning around and its mouth was open in pain. Its back legs were gone. What could I do? I jerked the wheel and ran it over again, putting it out of its misery. Then I cried the rest of the way home.

I am so over this day.

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Aug 31 2013

Labor Dabor

Published by under Outdoors,Parenting,The Boy,The Man

We did a lot of outside work today. We haven’t touched the back deck since we moved in, other than once I repainted the railings. That was a couple of years ago. The deck surface is in bad shape. It’s not rotted or anything, but it needs help. We decided to try the Behr Deck Over stuff on it, but that means a lot of prep work involving stripping off what’s left of the old stain and cleaning the wood. The Man worked on that and I mowed the lawn while The Boy napped. Lucky for us, he took a 2.5 hour long nap today (WHAT.) so I got most of the lawn done. I also pruned the lilac bush and neatened up the apple tree.

After he woke up, The Boy wandered around outside with us. Right now, he really likes rocks. Whenever he goes outside, he grabs two rocks (always two at a time) from the driveway, or the walkway between the back deck and the garage, or from one of the little stone caches he has made around. There’s a pile of rocks on one of our front porch chairs, a little pile on the back steps, a couple rocks on the walkway around the garage, a couple rocks on the front porch steps…you get the picture. He likes rocks. Fortunately, he does not eat them. He just carries them around.

He’s starting to count. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know what counting is, or what the words mean, but if we say “One”, he’ll often chime in with “TWO!” and maybe “FEE!” He likes saying “Zicks” and “Teen”. We don’t go further than ten. I’m trying to get him to grasp colors and matching, but he gets SO MAD when we’re working on matching, and he puts something in the wrong spot, and I correct him. Dammit, that purple gear is going in the orange spot because that’s the way he wants it! Well, he gets it. (I don’t like it any more than you men.)


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Aug 16 2012

Six Months

Published by under Parenting,Photos,The Boy,The Man

Today The Boy is six months old.

Half Birthday Picture

It’s really crazy to look back and see how different he is just six short months after we brought him home.

Homecoming day

He went to sleep tonight at 7:30 PM, and if he has a regular night, he’ll get up around 1 AM and 5 AM to eat, and he’ll get up for good around 7 AM. He is sleeping in his own room now. We moved him in there a couple of weeks ago, when he developed his first cold. He was keeping us both up, and we decided to move him so that one of us could sleep in our room while the other took a shift in his room with him. Luckily, he was only really bad for two nights, but I think that having someone with him for those two nights helped with the transition. Now, there’s no problem.

He spends some time every day playing on the floor with his toys, having a fine time, and not needing anything from me other than the reassurance that I’m right nearby.

Playing on the floor

He can crawl properly, but not consistently. He falls to one side after a few “steps”, and tends to rely mostly on army-crawling or rolling to get around in a hurry. I’m sure that won’t last long.

Working on crawling

He eats a variety of “solid” foods (how solid is baby food, really) and has liked everything we’ve given him so far with the exception of green beans, and that might have been my fault. I got the idea to try adding a little seasoning to the green beans, and it may have been that he objected to. We’re going to try them again soon. I’m making all of his baby food, and I think that’s contributed to his acceptance of most things. We gave him store-bought peas one time, and he refused to eat more than a couple of bites. But the peas I make for him? He loves them.

He smiles and laughs at us. He’s happy to see me and his dad. He really is happy to see the cat. I’m sure he thinks she’s a furry toy, and can’t understand why that toy keeps moving away from him. For her part, she tolerates him so much better than I ever dared dream. She’s quite jealous of the attention he gets, but she deals with that by glomming on to whoever is playing with him, not by attacking him.

The Boy and his jealous sister

He knows his name. If you call him, he’ll look at you, assuming that there is nothing else more interesting that he’d rather be checking out. He also knows “up”, and probably several other things that he’s keeping to himself (don’t have to respond to “no” if you don’t let on that you know what it means). I’m thinking of starting baby sign.

Hi there

There are so many other things that he does and doesn’t do, this entry would be forever long if I detailed every way that he’s awesome and all the cool stuff he does that make us proud. Suffice to say, it’s been a wonderful six months. Our baby is growing up quite well. He’s handsome and strong, and loving and sweet, and such a good boy. We love him so much.

Such a big boy

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Jul 27 2012

Did you know this blog is wicked?

If ever I feel like maybe I don’t have anything interesting to say, and that no one likes me, all I have to do is open up my comments spam and let the loving words of the spambots reassure me that yes, I am awesome and helpful. I do get the normal just walls of text advertising male enhancements or fake passports, but mixed in with all of them are marvelous complimentary spams such as:

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“I adored your helpful words. excellent stuff. I hope you produce more. I will carry on watching” (Knowing this is a spam bot, the ‘I will carry on watching’ line is a little scary. Will this spambot evolve into an all-seeing AI, as featured in the craptastic movie “Eagle Eye”?)
“Very interesting info!Perfect just what I was searching for!”

Tonight, I’m solo parenting The Boy, because The Man is out watching “The Dark Knight Rises”. Solo parenting at night is easy, because The Boy has started wanting to go to bed at 8 PM, and he generally sleeps until between 3:30 AM and 5:00 AM. That’s when it gets tricky, because sometimes he doesn’t want to go back to sleep. It’s hard to communicate “This is not play time, this is sleep time!” to a 5 1/2 month old. He doesn’t care that it’s 4:45 AM, a truly ungodly hour that I would prefer not to meet in a concious state.

My dad was just up for a visit, and he stayed here for a few nights, which he’s never done before. The Boy took to him really well, and vice versa. They are buddies.

I really should try to sleep. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. We have to be three places, and they are not places that are close to each other. I hope The Boy is up for this, because if he’s not, it’s really going to suck.

(On a side note, I made these brownies tonight. They are currently setting up in the fridge. I really hope they live up to the hype. I mean, if you call something “Crack Brownies”, they better be amazing).

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