Sleepwalking

Being the old more mature mommy that I am, I go to bed before my teenager...long before.  The other night while he was working frantically on a school project that no doubt was assigned a month ago but due the following day, I went upstairs, crawled into bed, watched a bit of TV and went to sleep.

Awhile later (although I have no clue what time) I heard my kiddo go to bed - it's difficult not to hear a herd of elephants rumble up the stairs and bang door after door shut along the way!  It seemed then like a lot of time passed (but I have no clue) when I heard him leave his room and go downstairs.  I rolled over to look at the clock to find it reading 1:50 am.  What the heck was he doing up at 1:50am??  I started thinking he might be sick, so I peeled myself out of my slumber and walked to the doorway to find him standing in the hallway at his bedroom doorway.  I hadn't heard him come back up so I just about peed my pants screamed at the sight of him.

When I could speak again I asked, "Are you okay?"  He replied, "Yes".  I asked "Are you just going to bed?"  He mumbled "no," and went into his room and closed the door.  It was a very weird exchange at almost 2 in the morning, but I figured if he wasn't sick or injured then all was well.

The following afternoon, he came home from school and asked "Did I talk to you last night?"  I said "Yes."   He started to laugh.  I said "Don't you remember?"  He then tells me that he was sitting in English class at school and suddenly had a vague recollection of me asking him if he was going to bed, him mumbling 'no' and then turning to go into his room.   He said he had no idea why he was out of bed, or where he went when he went downstairs.  Luckily I know he was only downstairs less than a minute because I'd heard him get up so I know he couldn't have gotten into too much trouble, but it looks like my boy is a sleepwalker.

Either that or he's setting up a nice defense for sneaking out of the house to meet a girl in the near future.  Nice.

Movies For Mommies

As I mentioned before, I had an adventure today.  I decided to be brave and check out the local theatre for Movies for Mommies.  Basically one or two movies each week are specifically for parents with babies.  This way you don't worry as much about interrupting or irritating other people if your baby fusses.

The movie playing today was The Adjustment Bureau with Matt Damon.  I was nervous to go - first of all I was by myself (well, with Little Miss)...seeing a movie by myself is not super comfortable for me.  Plus, what if Little Miss was super fussy and I couldn't calm her.  Of course I was able to talk myself out of this one by reminding myself that I would not be shackled to my seat.  If I needed to leave, the door would be there.  The final push came this weekend when my friend Juicy (not her real name of course, but her longtime nickname! hee hee) told me that when her little one was, well, little, she went to the mommy movies all the time and it was lots of fun.  She told me I could do it...so I decided to be brave!

I timed it well so that Little Miss would be due to nap at the time the movie started.  Unfortunately she fell asleep in the car and got a 15 minutes cat nap in.  I also ate a healthy lunch so I wouldn't be too tempted by the artery clogging but oh so delicious popcorn with butter.  Once there I got myself a drink, bypassed the food, and went to the theatre.

I was super impressed to see that right outside the theatre doors was a rather large table covered with soft baby blankets for a changing area.  Along the back edge of the table were stacks of free diapers in sizes ranging from 1 to 4, along with wipes, kleenex, rash cream and hand sanitizer.  You had me at hello!  I wanted to take a picture of this but waited until the movie was over at which point there were several naked babies on the table...rather than be arrested on the spot for taking inappropriate pics I decided to just get a picture next time!

Upon entering the theatre, I had my pick of seats...what a big decision.  Do I sit close to the door to make a hasty escape if need be? (I used to wonder the same thing on first dates)  Do I sit along the middle area with carpet in front of it to let Little Miss roll around on her blanket?  Maybe at the very back...nothing strategic here, I just like the very back.  In the end I decided to sit one row back in the middle section, and plopped the carseat down in the seat beside me.  I was surprised at how many other moms with babies arrived after I did...maybe 20 or more.  Many of the babies were younger than Little Miss - clearly it's easier to keep the tiny ones quiet.  Overall though she was pretty good.  I couldn't get her to sleep for quite some time - she drank her entire bottle and then played with her toys.  I alternated between having her on my lap or in her carseat.

In the early part of the movie there were a couple of crying babies.  The moms weren't super quick to take them out so I started off being a bit irritated (I know I chose to be there, but the crying just gets to you...especially when your own little princess is being so good!)  They did get up and leave for a couple of minutes, returning when their little ones had quieted which was nice.

After about 30-45 minutes Little Miss got a little whiny, so I picked her up and walked to the door to rock her.  After about 10 minutes of this she fell sound asleep for the rest of the movie!  Bonus!  All in all I would highly recommend this to anyone with babies...it was a great way to get out and do something different.

The one drawback was the fact that it cost almost $10.  It's not a huge amount, but considering there are crying babies now and then and you miss parts of the movie it would be nice if it were a bit cheaper.

Here's a pic of Little Miss and I just before the movie started - sorry for the crappy quality.

I can't wait to see what's playing next week!

Weigh In Wednesday

So the moment of truth has arrived.  I weighed in today and

Lost 1/2 a pound!

It's not much but I am happy considering I seem to have been plateaued for awhile!  The best part is that I also lost 3 inches!  Woo Hoo!!!  Yay for my Shred workouts!

So this week I keep on keeping on, move up to Level 2 of the Shred, continue to go for walks or run on the treadmill and make good food choices (Okay, I know carrot cake does not count as a serving of vegetables!)

Wish me luck and thanks for reading!  Today I am off for an adventure that I will tell you all about later!

Shred Update

Whew - just finished Day 9 of the 30 Day Shred.  Rather than hope that none of you reading this knows how to count, I will admit I took a couple of days off.  Saturday was supposed to be Day 8, and I started but wasn't feeling very well, and about 10 minutes into it I hit a wall.  I couldn't do another second, so I stopped.  Sunday was the baptism, so I knew I may or may not get a workout in...I did not.

Yesterday i restarted Day 8 and the couple of days off did me good...I blasted through it.  Don't get me wrong, I still got my butt kicked, but I felt much stronger than before and it's encouraging!  Today I completed Day 9.  This means that tomorrow is my last day of Level 1, and then I have to move to Level 2.  I'm scared.  I know it'll be hard but I also know I can do this!  I love to challenge myself and push myself to meet my goal of completing all 30 days.

On a very exciting note, I noticed today that what I refer to as my 'cake top' has now become more of a muffin top.  I am very excited.  Until now I have spent most of my waking hours in jammies, or yoga pants.  It was fine right after giving birth, but Little Miss turned 6 months yesterday, and it's about time I start wearing real clothes.  It feels good to have my clothes starting to fit me again.  I have a long way to go to fit into everything but I didn't gain it all in a week and I won't get rid of it that quickly either.  (Lord knows if I could I would!)

Tomorrow I weigh in and measure myself.  I have no idea if I've lost weight but I know I am losing inches - I can feel it!

Crumbies

After the baptism on Sunday we were absolutely exhausted. There was not enough food left from earlier in the day to justify not making dinner, unless I ordered my son to fill up on 36 olives and 14 chocolate cupcakes.

Being the good mom and wife that I am I knew I had to make sure that my boys were fed so I did what any good mom and wife would do. I made a healthy dinner ordered pizza.

This was the conversation with my dear hubby:

Me: I'm not cooking. Let's get pizza.
DH: Okay.
Me: Can you call?
DH: Sure. Do you want it from place A or place B?
Me: Sure.
DH: which place?
Me: (silly laughter)
DH: Or should I just look for the first pizza Menu I can find in the drawer?
Me: Use the second one you find.
DH: WHAT?!?
Me: Call Place B.
DH: Okay.

When the pizza arrived it was from Place A.  (After looking back at the conversation we had before ordering, I suppose I can let him off the hook for ordering from the wrong place.)


Lately we have been making an effort to eat all leftovers rather than throw them out, so last night, we decided to have leftover pizza.  Unfortunately I was not in the mood for pizza (Place A puts way too much cheese on it and too much cheese makes my tummy hurt).  Instead, I ate carrots. 

Well, okay, it was carrot cake.

Three pieces.  But in my defense they were very small pieces. 

Later I got on the treadmill for an hour and when I got off I was starving.  I hate eating late at night - it makes me feel yucky, but I knew I needed something.  I decided to make a piece of toast, and then decided to bring it to bed to watch TV.  As I went upstairs, my dear hubby called out "Make sure not to get crumbs in the bed." 

"Okay" I called out.  I would hate to sleep in toast crumbs - they would be scratchy and irritating.


Sooo  to make sure I didn't have to sleep in toast crumbs, I ate it on his side of the bed.  Shhh, don't tell.

Little Miss

We got our Little Miss baptized yesterday.  She was beautiful and so well behaved.  When the Deacon poured the water on her head, she just gazed up at him as if completely mesmerized.  She didn't cry at all through the whole ceremony, which was awesome - I guess torturing her by waking her at 6am worked!

We had a large crowd with us - approximately 25 family members and friends joined us.  Luckily there were only six children/babies being baptized yesterday.  The Deacon told us that last week there were ten, which would make for a very busy (and much longer) ceremony.

We had the family back to the house for some food and drinks - sandwiches, veggies, cheese, squares and cake.  Thanks to those who brought yummy treats! 




Some observations about the day:

When you serve punch, you must make sure to provide cups as well...
or at least provide a whole bunch of straws.

Babies don't care that they are all dressed up when they need to spit up (thanks to the Deacon who announced over the microphone "There's some throw up on her dress") 

Dogs are awesome after parties - they eat every single crumb on the floor...and even bits of wrapping paper.

That sticky, crusty spot I found on my daughter's head five hours later is from the squashed up Nutrigrain bar that the two year old was carrying around.

Godparents sometimes let the baby fall over on the table. (Don't worry, you're not fired yet.) 

Dogs throw up wrapping paper.

Family and friends are awesome!  We love you all so much!

Here are a few pics:

Monday Murder

Some people have green thumbs.  I am not some people.  My thumb does nothing for plants except hold open the garbage bag as I dump the dry, dead plant carcasses into it. 

I love plants.  Unfortunately, my love is smothering, like the way a small child may love a caterpillar so much that it eventually goes belly up to avoid being trapped in a kleenex box for one. more. day.

I have no idea where I got my non-green thumb from.  I used to say it was because my house didn't have many windows.  Unfortunately, in my new house I can no longer use that excuse.  I used to over water my plants, like a child feeds his goldfish hourly, until, yes, he floats to the top, stuffed but dead.

I didn't realize I was a chronic overwaterer until I had to throw several deceased plants out to the plant graveyard, and as I dumped out the pots, I found rotted roots and inches of water...hmmm.  I guess that means they were overwatered. 

Then, I erred on the side of caution and didn't water them until they were practically bent at the waist, scraping the carpet for bits of dog drool to quench their thirst. That didn't work either.

Now I try to water them every four to six days.  I have successfully kept this plant alive for 9 months...well, not totally successfully.  So I send out a plea to my mom (who says she still reads my blog!) 

 Please save him!