I joined the gym and worked out on Monday. I woke up in the middle of the night in so much pain that it hurt to turn over. Ha! I killed my abs because they still have the features of woman who's 20 weeks along. I want results yesterday! So every time I moved today I had to fight back a moan. Oh well. It's worth it, right?
Tomorrow is my Sweet Pea's third birthday. I truly can't believe it. I was showing her pictures from 30 seconds after she was born til today--she kept asking who the baby was until she saw her lovey. She's getting taller and just exploding in some new way everyday. And we're potty trained!!
But it doesn't just happen with Alyssa--I see Samantha changing to so much too. She's gone from reading a few sight words to some harder books. She's sucking it all up and I love sitting down with her every day listening to her read.
We've signed Alyssa up for preschool at Sacred Heart. We've got some major problems in the public school district and wait lists now to get into Sacred Heart so we wanted to get her in now so we'd secure her a spot. We're fortunate enough to be able to pay the tuition, but I constantly think about those families who want a better education for their kids but can't afford it. It's sad that we have to buy our children's education.
Kevin (my brother) is in Indonesia right now. He said that only those who can pay for it get educated in Indonesia. Those who can't don't get any schooling, government or otherwise. It makes me feel fortunate in one way, but then I get upset thinking how the state and federal government are failing our kids and our future.
Al and I didn't start out thinking about private education--we both work in public education and with federal/state curriculum, we expect what the government should provide--but in this economy it all falls short.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Post Number 100
I decided that for Lent I was going to stop feeling sorry for myself. And so far it's been 4 days and I am moping worse then ever. I have never been this heavy and I hate it. I was so skinny after Samantha, but I think I had a thyroid storm when she was about 6 months old--I was 105 pounds. Then came Alyssa an early delivery because she was so small. I think I was depressed before she was even born--worrying about whether or not she'd survive. So along with the antidepressants and migraine meds came 20 pounds in two years. It is a side effect of the medication to crave sweets, which are not typically my favorite. And then in the last three plus months I've been working long hours and weekends, sitting for up to 16 hours a day, and have added another five pounds to that total.
I used to be so fit, playing basketball every chance I got or just doing something active. Now I completely hate it. I have no motivation and even though we have all the necessary equipment in the garage I feel like I'm trapped in a broom closet. I can't stand to look at myself and I'm finding myself dreading the end of winter because I can no longer hide behind the heavy coats and bulky sweaters. It's enough to make me want to stay in bed and hide from the world.
I am thinking (see still no motivation) of getting a gym membership so that I have to make a commitment financially and don't want to waste money, but I still haven't got around to it. Don't know what to do about it, but it seems like I need to do something so that my kids don't think I'm lazy. I figure that if I'm fit and happy then that translates into a better mommy. Who knows maybe I'll go down and choke up the membership tomorrow.
I used to be so fit, playing basketball every chance I got or just doing something active. Now I completely hate it. I have no motivation and even though we have all the necessary equipment in the garage I feel like I'm trapped in a broom closet. I can't stand to look at myself and I'm finding myself dreading the end of winter because I can no longer hide behind the heavy coats and bulky sweaters. It's enough to make me want to stay in bed and hide from the world.
I am thinking (see still no motivation) of getting a gym membership so that I have to make a commitment financially and don't want to waste money, but I still haven't got around to it. Don't know what to do about it, but it seems like I need to do something so that my kids don't think I'm lazy. I figure that if I'm fit and happy then that translates into a better mommy. Who knows maybe I'll go down and choke up the membership tomorrow.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Third time is the charm
I've been MIA: drowning in work and too tired to do much of anything. Things have finally calmed down and I'm resuming life. It's taking me a while.
For the third time, we attempted to potty train Alyssa and we were finally successful. She's been such a big girl and we couldn't be prouder. She's grown leaps and bounds in the last couple of months--she started to get embarrassed at daycare when she was getting her diaper changed in front of the other other kids. I think that and the fact that we've been talking about preschool had a lot to do with her readiness. She also sat me down (yes, she's almost three) and bargained with me: "I go potty. I want a Barbie from Target." I agreed. Heck if she can bargain that well at 2.11 years then I can surely indulge. So today we went down to Target and bought a Barbie of her choice. She was so excited and radiant with joy that everyone around her was smiling.
We also found out that Alyssa will do anything for chocolate. So for #1 she gets a few M&Ms or M.O.Ms as she calls them. :)
I can say that I'll be glad when diapers are gone. Potty training can be so stressful. This third attempt was definitely easier. I just had to let go of any emotion. Alyssa did scream and yell at me for at least 30 minutes on Saturday because she was scared of #2 in the potty. I just let her yell and be mad a me and when she was ready she cuddled with me. She had a nice sore throat afterward, but she needed to get it out of her system. When I wouldn't budge she moved on and today she was ready without any hesitation, hence the Barbie.
She wants to go see her Great-Grandma tomorrow to tell her she went potty. I wish it were that easy, but it's 9 hours away. So Grandma, Alyssa can't wait to see you and tell you about her "accomplishment." :)
For the third time, we attempted to potty train Alyssa and we were finally successful. She's been such a big girl and we couldn't be prouder. She's grown leaps and bounds in the last couple of months--she started to get embarrassed at daycare when she was getting her diaper changed in front of the other other kids. I think that and the fact that we've been talking about preschool had a lot to do with her readiness. She also sat me down (yes, she's almost three) and bargained with me: "I go potty. I want a Barbie from Target." I agreed. Heck if she can bargain that well at 2.11 years then I can surely indulge. So today we went down to Target and bought a Barbie of her choice. She was so excited and radiant with joy that everyone around her was smiling.
We also found out that Alyssa will do anything for chocolate. So for #1 she gets a few M&Ms or M.O.Ms as she calls them. :)
I can say that I'll be glad when diapers are gone. Potty training can be so stressful. This third attempt was definitely easier. I just had to let go of any emotion. Alyssa did scream and yell at me for at least 30 minutes on Saturday because she was scared of #2 in the potty. I just let her yell and be mad a me and when she was ready she cuddled with me. She had a nice sore throat afterward, but she needed to get it out of her system. When I wouldn't budge she moved on and today she was ready without any hesitation, hence the Barbie.
She wants to go see her Great-Grandma tomorrow to tell her she went potty. I wish it were that easy, but it's 9 hours away. So Grandma, Alyssa can't wait to see you and tell you about her "accomplishment." :)
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