Tuesday, June 30, 2009
On Sunday we were about 10 minutes from our house when I passed a state trooper. However, I KNOW I was only going about seven MPH over the speed limit (love cruise control) and was surprised when he pulled me over.
Addi asked why we were stopping and Jay, in a VERY annoyed voice, explained to her that Mommy was going too fast and was in trouble. And rolled his eyes in a way I find endearing when done by a certain three year old. Not so endearing with the hubs.
After I rolled my window down to get my punishment, the trooper kindly explained that he pulled us over because my passenger (Jay) was improperly wearing his seat belt.
It's hard to say I told you so, as you hand over $55 for your ticket. Hard, but not impossible.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Addi was super excited to see them and exclaimed over each one. Then, Jay and I heard a loud noise coming from the backseat. More specifically, from Addi's pants.
Since we are working on manners I said, "Addi! Say excuse me if you toot!"
She said, "Mommy, that wasn't me. That was fireworks."
About six weeks ago I decided we needed to start exercising again. We had been fairly diligent on the elliptical up until my surgery, and then we both fell off the wagon. I've always heard that running is the perfect exercise and have friends who love it but have always hated it personally. But in the interest of
I Googled "starting to run" and came across the Couch to 5K Program. The title dragged me in so after previewing it I printed the program out and made a commitment to run a 5K.
And was scoffed at by pretty much everyone I told. Like I said, Steph does NOT equal runner.
Even Jay kind of rolled his eyes but was supportive enough to at least read the program for himself. And then he said (shockingly) "I am going to do this too."
And so our running adventure began.
The high level view of the program is simple. Run/walk three times a week for about 30 minutes each time, increasing the run cycles and decreasing the walk cycles. In about nine weeks you should be able to run for 30 minutes consecutively.
We are currently at the end of Week 4, officially ½ done with our program. And I’ve been keeping track of how it’s been going and would like to share some of the highlights with you now.
Run 1: went fine although we both had our pants almost fall down (note: need drawstring shorts) and had a hard time figuring out how long we had ran. Also, getting my not-Pod set to the right songs was tricky.
- pants stayed up, wore a stop watch, and was attacked by a bird.
- Jay complained that my stopwatch and not-Pod holder were both bright pink and he looked like a girl. Oh and that my music sucked and who would want to listen to New Kids on the Block while running anyway?
- Went to Target, got him his own not-Pod and holder.
- Jay and I ran together for the first time and I realized he’s almost a foot taller than me. Very hard to keep up but I tried to go faster than I was comfortable to stay with him.
- He complained I was too slow.
- Jay was attacked by the bird, almost pulling a hamstring.
- I laughed at him, then got attacked again on my run. (note to self: avoid running near tennis courts).
Week 2 ½:
- Googled Red-wing blackbirds.
- Jay finally started getting into the groove and found a better place to run.
- I figured out I had exercise induced asthma and needed an inhaler.
- Jay is running longer and farther than the plan calls for. He finally got his own (black) stopwatch and is really enjoying running.
- I repeated week 3. I’m slow, but still liking this. My second attempt at week 3 is much more successful than the first.
- I also ran near the tennis courts last night and waved my hands around the back of my head, so when the bird attacked he only hit my hand. Much better than sticking to my hair.
I am starting Week 4 tomorrow and Jay is taking a slight hiatus after an ankle injury on Saturday. Overall, we are on our way to a 5k and although I don’t think we can be called “runners” yet we are improving each day.
Eleven more days till the big reveal!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
On Saturday morning Jay headed to Purdue for a golf outing with college friends and us girls (and Grandma) went to the Indianapolis Zoo. We met our friends Mandee and Jack and had a great time!
We pretty much let Addi set our course for the day. And her course was set entirely on zebras and elephants. Lucky for us she got over her desire to see pterodactyls. Because, try as we might, we couldn't find any 65 million year old birds flying around Indy.
Addi was also really excited to see the elephants get their bath. It was pretty crowded so Sam and Jack couldn't really see what was going on.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
As soon as Sam was napping I set up a paint area and Addi got right to work. And for once, her not wearing clothes was perfectly acceptable. I very much approved of her using all of her creative juices on this one little birdhouse - as apposed to my walls. She has a knack for "artistically enhancing" many things in my house without my approval.
Addi had a great time painting - at least until she got yellow paint in her eye. We finished up quickly after that. I painted Sam's house and when she woke up she helped by stamping her feet on the roof.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Instead, she stopped the lady walking towards us and said, "Mommy says I'm a ho!"
Monday, June 15, 2009
[say it with me: awwwwwwwwwwwwww]
About halfway through, the mower ran out of gas, so I went to fill it up. And came across a slight conundrum. Two gas tanks. One small, one large. One marked "Gasoline" and one marked "Kerosene." Hmmm. I gave it some thought and went to use the larger kerosene one (knowing that we don't use kerosene for anything) but stopped mid-pour. What if I was wrong?
Not wanting to call Jay and ask (and ruin the surprise) I grabbed my neighbor and asked for a second opinion. After sniffing both containers, he disagreed with my initial diagnosis and went for the smaller can. I filled 'er up and went on my merry way.
Once Jay got home he was very excited to see that he had an hour less of yard work to do. I said, "Oh yeah, I even filled it up with gas," and told him what happened. His face immediately told me what I didn't want to hear.... that I used the wrong one. I filled the lawn mower up with oil mixed gas. After convincing him that I successfully cut half the yard with no black smoke pouring out of the thing, he calmed down and said it was probably fine.
Fast forward to yesterday. Jay went to fire the mower up... and nothing happened. Apparently when oil gas sits in a mower for a week, it creates a build up. Who knew. So Jay got to work and took the entire mower apart, putting each section of the machine in piles on a makeshift table in the garage, and I kept the kids busy. I checked on him a few times but since he's never taken a mower apart like this, he was concentrating pretty hard.
I checked on him again and he had me grab a frozen pork loin out of the freezer to thaw for dinner. While chatting, I set the food on his makeshift table. Which promptly tipped over. Sending lawn mower parts and screws flying into the air and all over the garage.
I'm pretty sure I snagged that wife of the year award RIGHT up. Go me.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
In jest, I said I would have to teach Sam some self-defense moves. Maybe a half Nelson? Or a quick jab to the throat? After a few minutes of daydreaming of the WWF, I quickly put aside my evil plan for the good of the toddler set. Well, that and I'm not insane.
Then came Sunday and time for errand running. As I was packing up the diaper bag I heard, "OW Sami! Ow! Mommy, help!" and within seconds, Addi came running in.
With a full on bloody nose.
Turns out Sam didn't need those lessons after all.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
But, as I said, I have been stumped on this. I feel that lately, my kids have been doing less and less random silly stuff and acting more like, well, regular kids. And really, if I can't put a humorous spin on a story, then is it really worth telling?
Then, Addi reminded me last night that a picture is worth a thousand words. Especially pictures of her showing her sister the fine art of running around the backyard. Pants-less, of course.
Here's to 300 more (hopefully) pants-filled blogs!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Over the last 6+ months, we bought an elliptical trainer and started on a low fat diet. It’s amazing how many things you can make with turkey, and surprising how tasty some can be. My desk at work is very often called a fruit market for the variety here each day, and Jay even bought whole wheat pasta instead of our regular white grain variety. And once Jay got a handle on how to make our favorite dishes more calorie friendly, it became a little less of a chore and more of a way of life.
Don’t get me wrong. This quest SUCKS a lot of the time. Temptation is at every corner and mocks us – mainly in the form of big fat cheeseburgers and ice cream. With my whole gall-bladder issue, we both fell of the wagon a bit (and that cheeseburger tasted like HEAVEN I tell you!) but we are once again committed to continuing our valiant effort.
Take a minute to scroll down to the very bottom of my blog. Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you.
OK, did you see that ticker? Are you itching to know what the big reveal is? Can you guess??? Oh my goodness, the suspense is just driving you NUTS isn’t it!?
Darn, you got it. But that doesn’t make it any less exciting!
On July 10th, Jay and I will reveal our total weight loss numbers as well as a final picture! This date is significant in that it’s six months from when our “change” started, and it’s also the weekend before we head on vacation (where we will undoubtedly eat ice cream and cheeseburgers to our tummy’s content.) And for easy math, it's a month from now.
Be sure to check back…. You won’t want to miss the new and improved look of THESE people.
Monday, June 8, 2009
And, lucky us, no one in our family seems to be that scared of storms. We recently watched Marley and Me and I said a silent “thank you” that our dog does not freak at thunder. At least if one of our kids was freaking, we could reason/bribe them into calming down. That’s the downside of pets… they never evolve enough to pour their own cereal or screen my calls for telemarketers.
Last week we had a few days of stormy weather. We sat down for dinner one night and CRASH….thunder. Addi said, “Oh my goodness, what was that?” and looked a tad freaked out. Jay said, “It was just God bowling up in heaven.” I expected several follow up questions (What kind of bowling shoes does he wear? Is Grandma bowling too? Where is heaven?) but instead, that answered seemed to appease her and dinner (and the thunder) continued.
A little later, there was a particularly loud round of thunder and Addi said, “Wow! God sure is burping loud!”
Turns out, she doesn’t know what bowling is. But God burping? Totally reasonable.
Friday, June 5, 2009
That said, I felt really bad for Sam on Wednesday. I picked her up from school and her teacher pulled me aside to have me sign an accident report. Uh oh. Turns out, Sam got bit by another kid. Cried, got ice, and moved on. As you can see from the picture below, the instigator has several teeth and a strong jaw.
Not wanting to be an over-reacting parent, I told the teacher I understood that it happens, and went home.
Then I picked up Sam yesterday and saw this:
Bite number two. And since the bites are about 6 inches apart, I used my forensic skills (a la CSI) and compared the teeth marks to identify the culprit. Yes. Same kid, but deeper marks this time.
I talked to Sam's teacher this morning and she said so far, Sam is the only victim. They think that the baby chose Sam because she is so quiet (obviously that came from my side of the family). The theory is if the biter bit anyone else, they would hit her back, so she chooses Sam to try out her vampire skills.
Now they are keeping the kids apart and trying to figure out how to stop the madness. I, on the other hand, just looked up baby karate classes. Hey, she only has two teeth, and a girl's got to defend herself somehow.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
So, imagine my tears when I arrived at work yesterday with only half a battery, went to plug it in, and….. nothing happened. No little lightening bolt telling me it was charging. I had issues charging it at home, hence the ½ charged battery, but just assumed it was operator error. Nope. A quick trip to my car charger confirmed my fears… My phone’s USB port was bad. You know, the part of the BB that is pretty much it's brain stem and allows me to charge it, update it, etc. Uh oh.
So, I called my friendly cell phone provider and told them the issues I was having. They confirmed that yes, I probably had a bad USB port and since this is a fairly common issue and my phone is still under warranty, they’d just put aside a new BlackBerry for me to pick up at my convenience. So I headed to the store after work to pick up my new
After an hour in the store (I HIGHLY recommend backing up your contacts! Do it NOW! I mean it!) I happily climbed in my car. Since they just transferred my old battery to my new phone, it really needed some juice. I plugged it into my car charger and…. Wait. Nothing is happening? You can’t tell me my NEW phone is defunct too, are you?
No. It was telling me that my car charger was not plugged in. You know, the one I used to confirm the death of my best friend. Interesting.
After I arrived home, I told Jay what happened. He said, “Oh, your charger here at home is broken. I tried to use it yesterday and it wouldn’t work.” And after a quick glance, I saw that the home charger was ALSO not plugged in. More interesting.
This morning I arrived at work and walked what I felt was my own personal Green Mile. Hanging my head in shame I looked under my desk and saw this:
Yes. That charger was also not plugged in.
So, turns out my phone wasn’t exactly broken after all. My sense of my own intelligence? That’s a different story.
Monday, June 1, 2009
One of the perks of Sam being so mobile is that she can finally "play" with Addi in a way that Addi likes. Last week, Addi wanted to have a tea party and Sam happily joined her.
First, Sam climbed up onto her appointed seat, all by herself.
Then, she got to work balancing her doughnut on her tea cup. She was very intent on this.
Voila! She did it and was extremely proud of her accomplishment.
Then, Addi realized I'd spent a whopping three minutes paying attention to just Sam and expressed her displeasure with me.