reminder to myself

The snow storm kept me from going anywhere today.
This mostly means that I couldn't go to the gym which is where I generally collect my sanity.  I decided that I would dust off an old workout DVD so I could still sweat out the bad in me so that I'll be nice to my kids the rest of the day. 
When I brought up the stepper and weights Gracie got all excited, "exercise exercise! yay" and I thought maybe this will be fun, she'll exercise along like a little mini me.  The first 5 minutes was fun.  She tried to follow along with the warm up and stretches, it was really cute watching her balance and tap her little toe.  Then she got her toys to come exercise with us, and my already cramped space became even more cramped and Gracie was no longer exercising with me, she was playing at my feet, pushing me, pulling me, climbing on me, and yelling at me. No longer fun.  
I kept trying to tough it out and just work around her, and her toys, while constantly kicking them out of the way... this went on for 37 minutes until I was no longer being productive and Gracie and I were just mad at each other.
Also, I got bored with the DVD, it's hard to be motivated to work hard in your own living room when there's more fun things to do, like make the baby boy smile. 

A nice reminder that it's worth it to pay too much to go to a gym with classes and a child care.   

(and just a little icing on the cake, after I gave up the endeavor, Gracie said, "Mommy, can we go to the gym?")

Snow, Please Go Away.
 

sick stats

Last night Gracie went through 4 pairs of pajamas, got her bed changed 3 times and took 2 baths.  

The great thing about Gracie being sick is that she is super cuddly and affectionate. 
The bad thing about Gracie being sick is that she is super cuddly and affectionate. 

As much as I love the hugs, kisses and snuggles, I'd rather not have them paired up with a face covered in snot and throw-up breath. 

Good thing I have a she-lion of an immune system and rarely does anything get past.

some woes of a breastfeeding mother

I've got a list a mile long of things I need or want to do to prepare for Christmas,
A sick and stressed out husband trying hard to prepare for his last final for the semester,
An extremely head strong stubborn (and also slightly sick) two year old who wants to only eat pancakes, ice cream and cereal,
A sick coughing, stuffy nosed baby who just wants his mommy to hold him,
And a mail lady who lectures me about my parenting - that I should lay my baby down and let him cry by himself and I am not eating healthy enough - which is why he's sick.

I'm just going to smile to myself and laugh a little.

Also, if you were wondering why you 're not getting a Christmas card, it's not because I don't eat enough vitamin C.  Just sayin'.