Morgan gets top billing this week. He had a loose tooth that was bothering him. So Monday when we opened his bag, there was a note inside that said "quote from Morgan: Daddy fix my tooth! Love, Morgan". He had asked the teachers to write the note home! hahaha. By the time I read it, Josh had already taken care of it. The bus driver had given him the head's up about the tooth, so when they got inside Josh asked Morgan if he wanted help with his tooth and Morgan said yes and opened his mouth. Josh asked if he wanted Josh to pull it out and Morgan said yes. So Josh reached in and pulled it out. Morgan shouted "THANK YOU! GOOD JOB!" and then went off to play. Too funny - didn't even flinch about the tooth, just knew it was annoying him.
Reports in general from Morgan's teachers have been good this week - he's been very cooperative and working hard, and apparently taking well to multiplication tables.
Jesse has a good one this week too. He asked Josh to change him (yes, I realize if he's old enough to ask, he's old enough to use the potty) and Josh asked if he pooped and Jesse says "I don't poop, my butt poops."
Timothy and I had a bit of an altercation this week, the first of many I'm sure. Part of it was his teacher's fault. They were having some Lewis & Clark day on Friday and Timothy comes home Thursday night and says he needs snowpants for Friday because they'll be kneeling in the snow. Well seriously, what 10 year old has snow pants?? I mean, to go out he just does what Josh and I do - throw some long johns under jeans and suck it up. The largest size I could dig out of the closet was an 8. Luckily we managed to get them on him, but it took both of us to zip them - a bit of a problem which I was too exhausted from searching the closets to figure out. So the next morning I come downstairs at 7am already late for work and Timothy asks me to help put his snowpants on. I inform him he better figure it out himself since he'll have to be able to get them on and off himself at school. He informs me that they have to wear them all day. I ask why on earth they would have to wear them all day just to kneel in the snow for 10 minutes. He says he's quite sure they have to wear them all day. I tell him to stop talking to me and take it up with his father. When I get home that night I find out that he did indeed wear them all day, but no one else did. Why?? I mean, he could get them OFF himself! oyoyoy. I asked if the other kids gave him a hard time and he said no one said anything. To his face I guess.
I guess that leaves Jocelyn. Jocelyn was sick on Monday with bad boogies and a cold. When she came downstairs, Josh told her she wasn't going to school because she was sick. So she says "ok, I'll go to my room" and did so, and generally stayed there all day. Best we can figure, she heard Josh informing Timothy not long ago that if he was too sick to go to school he'd have to stay in his room all day.
I've been trying to find more time in the day. Finding time to Wii is getting challenging. So now I've started waiting until like 8:30pm once everyone is asleep, then doing a body test and that's it, and just running in place in the living room while I watch TV. You gotta multi-task right? My calves are getting a workout anyway! Today got up over 40 degrees so I decided to pour myself into my running tights and go outside for a run. I set the iPod for 30 min hoping I could make it. 30 min came and went pretty quickly so I kept going. When I hit 45 min it was starting to hurt, so I checked the distance and I was over 4 miles so figured I should try to go for 5. I made it! 5 mi in 55 min! My legs felt like jello afterwards - though my calves didn't hurt - hahaha. So I guess Wii Fit isn't such bad exercise if it got me in enough shape to make it 5 miles after 4 months without running outside at all.
I made Jocelyn's birthday cake today - a crown with white base and pink and purple decorating icing and her name on it. She was VERY excited when she saw it - she screamed "you wrote my name! oh I love it Mommy, thank you!" It was so cute. I put the heart candles on it and she loved that even more. She's requested tacos for dinner for her birthday, which is nice and easy. She got to choose something special for school - either bringing in a special snack or a book or doing show'n'tell. She chose show'n'tell. She has her special birthday dress to wear and she'll bring the cabbage patch kid that my mom made me, which is wearing the same dress. She named the doll tinker bell. (She says her own name is Jocelyn Tinker Bell Lessard).
I was playing catch with Jesse last night (he's pretty good - better than I remember the others being!) and Jocelyn wanted to play too. So we start throwing it to her too but every time the ball comes near her she ducks and covers! Pretty soon Jesse just stopped trying - it was too funny.
Question of the week:
Our question this week comes from "Perplexed in Prussia" who writes "What's up with your weight? I thought you lost a bunch but then you said you wanted to lose 15lbs this year, so I don't get it."
Well perplexed, you are right, my weight has been a bit up and down as of late. For most of my adult life, it was just up. After a doughy first 3 years of high school, I had gotten down to 130 my senior year in high school, but then the freshman 15, plus the sophomore 15, plus... well long story short, I was 185 when I got pregnant with Timothy. That was a size 16 before being pregnant, and 18 after. I stayed that size for a long time. I was 190 when I got pregnant with Jocelyn. When Jocelyn was about 6 months old (right after we moved to this house) I started counting calories and working out. I got down to 145, a size 8/10, then promptly got pregnant again and went back up to 175 (pregnancy math doesn't work for me - I had a 7lb baby but only lost 5 lbs, which I gained back during my maternity leave). When Jesse was about 5 months, I started all over again. This time I got down to 135, a size 6/8, and stayed there for a while, but when I stopped nursing last spring/summer, I promptly put 10 lbs back on. Then the holidays have added another couple, so right now I'm bouncing around between 145 and 150. I can squeeze into some of my work pants that are 6s, but not regular pants, and mostly am in an 8. I would like to get back into my 6s.
The problem that I'm finding is that it's actually easier to lose 40 lbs than it is to lose 15, with the reason being that I'm not all that unhappy with my weight right now - hardly a motivator to lose weight! When I was 40 or 50 lbs overweight, it was a much bigger issue. I was uncomfortable, tired, achy. But now I feel fine, and seeing as I have a variety of pants between sizes 6 and 12, I have enough clothes for whatever weight I'm at in that range. Another non-motivator!
Today, though, going out for a run - I remembered why I liked running in the first place. It's QUIET! Ok, I wear an iPod, so it's not that quiet, but I can still hear myself think over the sound of my favorite 80s tunes. Josh calls it my fortress of solitude. I feel good while I run, and while I feel like jello right now, I still feel proud. When I was running every day AND nursing, I could eat 2000 calories a day and still maintain a size 6. I just need to figure out how to find a happy medium in both the eating and the running, especially since I won't be nursing as exercise any more! hee hee (although when Jocelyn asked for another brother for her birthday, I admit I did think about it for a few minutes, but that's a story for another time...)
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