Thursday, January 27, 2011
Better Day...
Its still cold. Its still gloomy. I'm still coughing. And I'm still late. BUT... today was better. And TOMORROW is FRIDAY!!! YAY!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Trying to Fight the Blahs...
Since I'm pretty sure no one reads this, I'm going to just put it all out there...
My period is 6 days late. But, I do not feel pregnant. I took a test last night with either SUPER light positive or too much pee on the stick. I know it doesn't pay to take another test... for atleast a week... and I LIGHTLY spotted yesterday.
I have a bad cough that doesn't seem to be getting better.
Its cold! And murky. I can't seem to get enough sunshine and feel needy and whiney for it. I'm HUNGRY for sunshine. I'm sad. I miss my friends. But seem to inflict grouchiness in some of them.
I am starting to worry that "something" is wrong with me again. I am upset with myself for not being satisfied with two kids. Or my house.
I say I want to go places and do stuff but then am not sure if I really want to go and do.
I NEED to get outta this funk! Help! HELP!!
My period is 6 days late. But, I do not feel pregnant. I took a test last night with either SUPER light positive or too much pee on the stick. I know it doesn't pay to take another test... for atleast a week... and I LIGHTLY spotted yesterday.
I have a bad cough that doesn't seem to be getting better.
Its cold! And murky. I can't seem to get enough sunshine and feel needy and whiney for it. I'm HUNGRY for sunshine. I'm sad. I miss my friends. But seem to inflict grouchiness in some of them.
I am starting to worry that "something" is wrong with me again. I am upset with myself for not being satisfied with two kids. Or my house.
I say I want to go places and do stuff but then am not sure if I really want to go and do.
I NEED to get outta this funk! Help! HELP!!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday's Wandering: Babu's First Time Sledding
What a WONDERFUL time. We live around the corner from the best sledding hill in town... yet tonight was the first sledding this season for me, and the first time in Babu's life! Aapi, Babu and I went and took turns heading down the hill. Babu is a natural! He sits still the whole time, lets me just wipe his face at the bottom and then waits for his turn again. Aapi is an old pro. She pushes herself down the hill, then carries her own sled back up all by herself. What an awesome night! We all three hit the hill a few times and of course had hot cocoa to sip on in the warming house. I was sad that Baba missed out on the fun, but alas, his bowling night is a little bit sacred... and there will be other times.
The kids got a couple hours of activity. We all came home tired and happy. The Babu fell asleep in my arms tonight and transitioned to crib so sweetly. Aapi was asleep by the time I went to check on her. I enjoyed a little ice cream and a tv show in my flannel jammies. All in all a great night!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Tuesday's Tip: Crying it Out Advice
Anyone who knows me even a little bit, knows that if I have a parenting style it is "attachment." So here is ALL I have to say...
DO NOT wait to transfer your Babu to the crib until he is 14 months old.
Not a good idea. :(
DO NOT wait to transfer your Babu to the crib until he is 14 months old.
Not a good idea. :(
Menu Planning Monday: Week 2 (Jan. 10-17, 2011)
Monday Jan. 10, 2011
Breakfast: Egg Bagels
Dinner: Noodles (out to eat with cousins while Baba is out of town)
Tuesday Jan. 11, 2011
Breakfast: Cereal
Dinner: Salmon and Asparagus
Wednesday Jan. 12, 2011
Breakfast: Toast
Dinner: Walking Tacos
Thursday Jan. 13, 2011
Breakfast: Bagels and cream cheese
Dinner: Spaghetti
Friday Jan. 14, 2011
Breakfast: Cereal
Dinner: "Burgers" and Fries
Saturday Jan. 15, 2011
Breakfast: Egg Sandwiches
Dinner: Chicken Stirfry and Rice
Sunday Jan. 16, 2011
Breakfast: Waffles with Syrup
Dinner: Popcorn Plus
Monday Jan. 17, 2011
Breakfast:Cereal
Dinner: Homemade Pizza
Friday's Foolery: Laughter this week...
Things we laughed at this week:
Babu's current favorite toy is anything resembling a phone-- actual phones will do the trick but has also used remote controls, cucumbers, candy bars etc. His one-way conversation goes like this:
Lo? Ya. Bah. and then he SLAMS down the phone.
All week I was hitting the gym and running what I thought to be a 5k. And feeling really good about it. On Friday night, I put a 5k trail into the elliptical machine I was using only to find out that a 5k translates to 3.1 miles..........................not 2.1 miles. One third the distance shorter! So much for my fitness.
Babu's current favorite toy is anything resembling a phone-- actual phones will do the trick but has also used remote controls, cucumbers, candy bars etc. His one-way conversation goes like this:
Lo? Ya. Bah. and then he SLAMS down the phone.
All week I was hitting the gym and running what I thought to be a 5k. And feeling really good about it. On Friday night, I put a 5k trail into the elliptical machine I was using only to find out that a 5k translates to 3.1 miles..........................not 2.1 miles. One third the distance shorter! So much for my fitness.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Thoughtful Thursday: Gratitude for Sweet Husbands circumstances
This week during a family art session,Baba (Sweet husband) drew a picture of his home in Bahrain, where he grew up. Then he got out the photo album and began sharing stories about things that happened in and near his home over the course of his 15 years there.
I've heard the stories of happiness and silliness. How one sister ran into a wall while making faces and sticking her tongue out at Baba or how another sister stumbled after running through the whole house and while trying to drum up dramatic tears, farted three times and couldn't cry for the wild laughter she was siezed by.
But this time I heard stories about the time his bike was stolen from within the compound. And how, while visiting a friend, a tear gas bomb was tossed into the house and they had to escape and cover their mouths with wet cloths. There was a time that a tire and gas tank was set on fire just outside their back window. It didn't explode by some miracle. There was a time that men came with sticks and broke the light so they could attack Baba's family in darkness. Baba's father convinced them to leave.
I was struck by these stories. I've been so cavalier about his transition to America and how easy it all seemed for him to acclimate. Surely his life must have been easy and modern in Bahrain. Not that things were terrible, but I was wrong!
This story telling time really got me thinking. And I am so grateful for Baba's grace. For his ability to slip into my type of life and my type of lifestyle and my type of eating habits and ... you get the picture. I used to believe that I was the one who bent over backwards to become flexible to his culture, his family, his lifestyle. Now I see things differently.
I have always been a wife that sees the bounty in her husband. I have always felt that I received the better end of the deal when we married. But today I am more humbled.
I've heard the stories of happiness and silliness. How one sister ran into a wall while making faces and sticking her tongue out at Baba or how another sister stumbled after running through the whole house and while trying to drum up dramatic tears, farted three times and couldn't cry for the wild laughter she was siezed by.
But this time I heard stories about the time his bike was stolen from within the compound. And how, while visiting a friend, a tear gas bomb was tossed into the house and they had to escape and cover their mouths with wet cloths. There was a time that a tire and gas tank was set on fire just outside their back window. It didn't explode by some miracle. There was a time that men came with sticks and broke the light so they could attack Baba's family in darkness. Baba's father convinced them to leave.
I was struck by these stories. I've been so cavalier about his transition to America and how easy it all seemed for him to acclimate. Surely his life must have been easy and modern in Bahrain. Not that things were terrible, but I was wrong!
This story telling time really got me thinking. And I am so grateful for Baba's grace. For his ability to slip into my type of life and my type of lifestyle and my type of eating habits and ... you get the picture. I used to believe that I was the one who bent over backwards to become flexible to his culture, his family, his lifestyle. Now I see things differently.
I have always been a wife that sees the bounty in her husband. I have always felt that I received the better end of the deal when we married. But today I am more humbled.
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