(1) Do any of you other bloggers have as many issues as I do fomatting your blogs? Note the non-spaces between paragraphs and the different font size in "Piece de Resistance". Knowing that 3 of my 3 readers are perfectionists, this is completely unacceptable. And it makes me coocoo.
(2) How do you discipline a 15 month old who continues to swipe her food off of her plate onto the floor when she is done eating. Knowing good and well that she knows how to sign "all done"? (a) Firmly saying "no. not nice" - doesn't work. In fact, she thinks those 3 words coming out of my mouth at these instances are HILARIOUS. (b) In addition to (a), taking her dinner away - uh, yeah, that is what she wants you to do because she is ALL DONE. (c) Not reacting with any verbal cues and calmly taking dinner away - fine and dandy with the Bster. (d) Matt very firmly saying "no brantley" - quivering lip, big tears. (e) Holding her hands firmly mid-swipe - more laughter and completes the swipe the second you let go. Pisser that girl is.
(3) Given question (2), I pose question (3). Is it time to pop - swat - firmly pat her hand when she does this? Is this how I want to discipline my child? Will it teach her to hit? Have I tried enough positive reinforcement? Have I tried every other option before resorting to this one? A lot of times I can see when it is about to happen - can I intercept the the swipe before it is in full force enough times that she forgets how fun it is to throw your food on the ground? When do you put your foot down on behavior that they know is wrong and do anyway? AND WHY THE HECK DOESN'T SHE BEHAVE LIKE THIS WITH JACKIE?
(4) Why did my flickr uploader stop working and when the heck am I'm going to get that fixed?
(5) Was getting tatoos REALLY that smart?
(6) Is crying in front of your boss a sign of weakness?
(7) Who knew that being without Matt for 8 days would make me miss him this much?
(8) Who will never, ever, never, never, ever, ever, ever, ever be moving to Seattle? ME
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Labor Day Weekend
We spent Labor Day weekend at the beach with Beth, Dan and Miller. The boys went fishing Saturday and struck out. The first time EVER that has happened. My mouth was watering with the anticipation of fresh fish for dinner but sadly, it was not meant to be. Instead we spent 3 hours preparing steak. Yes, 3 hours. The condominium complex only has charcoal grills and let's just say we (ie Matt and Dan) overestimated the amount of charcoal needed to grill some ribeyes. We actually could have grilled them the next morning for breakfast - they used that much charcoal. But no worries - we drank plenty of wine as we waited and waited and waited. By 10:00 when we actually sat down to eat I had even forgotten my disappointment that it wasn't fish I was shoveling in my mouth.
Brantley had the best time at the pool! It was so fun playing with her. And it solidified our need - yes, need - for a place at the beach. What kind of parents would we be if we denied our child this simple joy? We're working on it.
Hurricane Hanna brought us some much needed rain but nothing too severe. I believe the latest news on Ike is that it will miss us as well. We're kind of due for a good ol' hurricane whooping - it is just a matter of time. My guess is it will hit right after the ink dries on the contract for a beach place. Bets anyone?
So, training for these upcoming 1/2 marathons is not going as well I'd like. Here is my pickle: since all my friends moved away, Andrea and I are left to carry the burden of maintaining the schedule by ourselves. And I'm a fanatic about maintaining the schedule. The one time I did not maintain the schedule I wanted to actually jump out of body and not return until it had undergone some major massage and rehabilitative therapy. Since it is just Andrea and I, if one of us can't go, the other usally doesn't make it. I'm too chicken little to run at 5:00 a.m. by myself. My alternative is to go the gym instead and run the treadmill. It's better than nothing but it is really unappealing. I've asked Matt to physically push me out of the bed. That's the thing - once my feet hit the floor I'm ok, not great, but ok. It's the 5 seconds it takes for the covers to come off, the legs to swing out and the knees to straighten in order to bare the weight of my exhausted body that is the hardest. Do you feel sorry for me yet? I think in writing this I've talked myself out of being such a wuss. Time to put the big girl panties on and get to training!
Friday, August 15, 2008
Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch
It's Friday night and I'm at home blogging (shocker) but I'm proud to say that there is a good reason this is my activity of choice for this start-to-the-weekend-if-you-were-a-cool-kid-you'd-be-out-on-the-town night: The muscles in my fingers are the only muscles in my entire body that aren't writhing in pain. Seriously.
My company is doing a really cool wellness program as an incentive for our employees to get healthy and in turn, hopefully, reduce medical claims and the ever rising cost of insurance. We've had a wellness program since I began working there 10 years ago which, until this year, consisted of $100 a year going to every employee for them to apply towards a gym membership, diet program, quit smoking program, glasses, etc. This year we stepped it up a notch. We were assessed at the beginning of the year (I was declared obese - mmm-hmmm), have wellness coaches who are available to meet with us on a monthly basis to set goals, keep us motivated, feed us healthy information, walking programs, health resources and so on. We accumulate points for things like walking, exercising, getting massages, volunteering, and eating our fiber. If you get x amount of points a month, an extra $35 shows up in your paycheck. Not too bad considering you just have to eat breakfast 5 times a week to get your points for the month. Luckily they don't deduct you for eating 2 breakfasts every morning which is the program I've opted for. I can't help it - I'm STARVING!
So, yesterday, Wellness Coach Erin was in town and we had her for 30 minutes to do whatever - talk about goals, nutrition or workout. Jessica and I decided to workout and John ended up joining us as well. This is where I started hurting. She had us do 4 exercises for 1 minute each and then rest for 1 minute. We were all screaming for our Mommas by the end. I love and hate Wellness Coach Erin at the same time. There are many great things about this deal: Discovered John is a big whiner, Jessica and I totally kicked his arse. The 30 minutes is fast and furious - it doesn't even feel like you're working out...well, you definitely FEEL it but you're not hating it. Wellness Coach Erin caught us up on the dating world and I again thanked God that I am not in it. I felt like I was going to barf at the end. Seriously. That isn't a "great thing about this deal" but it's the truth and we're not holding anything back here.
So, today, ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch. It has gotten progressively worse. And the longer I sit, the more it hurts when I try to walk. Note the word "try" there. I'm not sure my method of getting to point A to point B is considered a walk exactly. It's a little reminescent of a donkey in labor. I've never actually seen that but I imagine that is what I look like.
My company is doing a really cool wellness program as an incentive for our employees to get healthy and in turn, hopefully, reduce medical claims and the ever rising cost of insurance. We've had a wellness program since I began working there 10 years ago which, until this year, consisted of $100 a year going to every employee for them to apply towards a gym membership, diet program, quit smoking program, glasses, etc. This year we stepped it up a notch. We were assessed at the beginning of the year (I was declared obese - mmm-hmmm), have wellness coaches who are available to meet with us on a monthly basis to set goals, keep us motivated, feed us healthy information, walking programs, health resources and so on. We accumulate points for things like walking, exercising, getting massages, volunteering, and eating our fiber. If you get x amount of points a month, an extra $35 shows up in your paycheck. Not too bad considering you just have to eat breakfast 5 times a week to get your points for the month. Luckily they don't deduct you for eating 2 breakfasts every morning which is the program I've opted for. I can't help it - I'm STARVING!
So, yesterday, Wellness Coach Erin was in town and we had her for 30 minutes to do whatever - talk about goals, nutrition or workout. Jessica and I decided to workout and John ended up joining us as well. This is where I started hurting. She had us do 4 exercises for 1 minute each and then rest for 1 minute. We were all screaming for our Mommas by the end. I love and hate Wellness Coach Erin at the same time. There are many great things about this deal: Discovered John is a big whiner, Jessica and I totally kicked his arse. The 30 minutes is fast and furious - it doesn't even feel like you're working out...well, you definitely FEEL it but you're not hating it. Wellness Coach Erin caught us up on the dating world and I again thanked God that I am not in it. I felt like I was going to barf at the end. Seriously. That isn't a "great thing about this deal" but it's the truth and we're not holding anything back here.
So, today, ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch. It has gotten progressively worse. And the longer I sit, the more it hurts when I try to walk. Note the word "try" there. I'm not sure my method of getting to point A to point B is considered a walk exactly. It's a little reminescent of a donkey in labor. I've never actually seen that but I imagine that is what I look like.
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