Monday, November 30, 2009

Manic Monday Start

Today was the first day for the twins to head back to school after a 4 week break. They are on the year round system so they get the months of November, March, July and the first half of August off school, instead of the 3 month summer brain drain all at once. So far I like the year round system. I got used to having the kids home with me again and it was nice to just not do anything most days.

I walked in to get the twins from their room around 8:30 this morning and Abby was already in tears. She was upset at some game she and Tom were playing. I don't know the details. I asked them what they wanted for breakfast and Tom told me Abby didn't want any kind of cereal. So I asked her if she wanted a frozen waffle to which she screamed and cried like I was forcing her to eat broccoli for breakfast. She wanted a pancake because we just bought some new syrup. Logical, no?

So off to the kitchen I went to try and figure out how to make a small batch of pancakes as quickly as possible. I cut the recipe in 1/4 to make about 5 small pancakes and that meant it called for 1/2 an egg. Because I know my way around the kitchen I was able to pull this stellar skill off. Of course out of the 5 pancakes I made in record time, Abby ate, ONE. *sigh*

Tom and Abby rode their bikes to school, which meant they also wore their gloves. They've been wearing their newfound favorite gloves all month long while they ride their bikes. Best 50¢ I've spent all year at Target! Once Tom and Abby were in line to get into the classroom this morning though, they started freaking out. What to do with the gloves? Tom panics and hurls his gloves at me from across the sidewalk, hitting a complete stranger. Abby runs to me to hand off her gloves all the while it's far too confusing for them to receive instruction in this panicked state as I'm telling them, "just put the gloves in your backpack!" We'll have to work on this one.

Friday, November 27, 2009

I See You

Playing with Daddy's ski goggles.



Sunday, November 22, 2009

Go Ags!

The whole family came out for the Causeway Classic yesterday. It's the one football game of the year that I can manage to drag Paul to with me. It was quite cold out so we came prepared with lots of layers and hats, jackets and gloves. Abby pretty much ignored the whole game. She sat with her back to the field and colored for about 3 hours. She finally turned around long enough to watch the Aggies lose in the last minute of the game. Despite the loss, it was a great game!





Thursday, November 19, 2009

Two Wheeler!

Tom and Abby have had 3.5 weeks off school already. Boy has it flown by.

I think the biggest news this month so far is that Tom learned how to ride a bike. He is very pleased with himself. He pretty much learned how to balance over the weekend and this week he has mastered all sorts of skills like turning and going up/down the sidewalk and driveway. He's very confident and sometimes he just bails. But then I get a thumbs up from him as he dusts himself off.

He's currently suffering from bully syndrome as I type this. We have a little friend visiting and Abby has taken to following her on her bike verses Tom and he's thrown several fits already. He's just completely confused why he isn't Abby's world right now. He's always been the bigger badder bully and leader of the house so this is very confusing for him as Abby is not listening. Yes, there are lots of tears and I'm just sitting back letting them sort it out. I wonder what kind of stories our neighbor friend will go home with tonight.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Quiet House

Today I slept in till 10AM and boy did I need it. In fact i could use a nap right now, but instead I'm blogging to all of you because I know you miss me.

Last night Paul and I packed the kids up and shipped them off to Grandma's for a few days. The length of stay will be determined by Tom's will power. If he decides it's ok for Grandma to wipe his bottom after he poops on the potty, Grandma will keep the twins until Wednesday. I'm really looking forward to that! But since Tom only likes mama to wipe his bottom, he may be coming home tomorrow. As of noon today, he had not pooped for Grandma. I think Tom's record is holding it for 5 days. Yes. He is THAT stubborn.

After we dropped the kids off last night we went to Macy's to get a shirt for Paul. Before we left, Paul was looking through his closet asking me what he should wear to this 40th birthday party of his friends and I told him he'd be fine in a t-shirt, but he didn't think that was dressed up enough. I then told him to wear a polo shirt and it turns out that's just too boring. So I suggested we swing by Macy's on our way to the party. Macy's always has the clothes I need when I'm looking for new party outfits! *sigh* I miss Macy's.

So we get into Macy's and I start scanning the place looking for someone young and hip to help us out, point us in the direction of the "cool guy" shirts. I can't remember who thought of this term, the cool guy shirt, but we both knew what we were looking for. Now how were we going to find it in this three story building in less than 20 minutes so we weren't late for the party?

Luck would have it Paul found something right away. First he found a shirt that had a logo that said something about Cuban Cigars, and though we really liked the shirt, we didn't want to condone smoking. I even rationalized him buying it because isn't it true that unless you're hardcore cigar smoker, you don't even inhale anyway? I dunno, I've never smoked! What do I know? On the same rack we found it though, THE SHIRT. Instead of cuban cigar shirt, it was a similar cool guy design with "Mojito Bar" logo instead. This was perfect! Paul LOVES Mojitos. He makes his own simple syrup, buys fresh mint and makes Mojito's at home all the time.

Off to the dressing rooms. And it fit. Yay! Off to the cashier who didn't know what he was doing at all and he confessed to us it was his first day. Poor guy was sweating bullets.

Then came the bag. He didn't know where the bags were and I said to Paul, "You're making him put it in a bag?!" I always bring my own shopping bags into stores. I never use plastic bags anymore and when I just have to, I feel so guilty. So Paul says, "don't worry about the bag, we don't need one."

Still the cashier fumbles though the register area, finds the bags behind him and then can't get one out. Then the experienced cashier next to him, helps him tug and pull on the big shirt bags and brings one to the counter for us. We're like, "No really, we don't want a bag." She insists that this cream colored shirt is going to get dirty and starts opening the bag.

Paul says again, "I don't need a bag. Seriously, I just going to put the shirt on as soon as we get outside." By this point he has the attention of the couple checking out at the register next to us. The lady's jaw nearly hit the floor as she says disapprovingly, "Oh... really?" And then we left with our receipt and our new shirt flapping in the wind on the hanger and out the door. In hindsight, we should have left the hanger too.

And Paul looked really good and got compliments on his new shirt at the party!

Saturday, November 07, 2009

New Goal: A Mile a Day

I've been running about twice a week since I last blogged 3 weeks ago. I have been meaning to get in 3 runs a week, but I'm not sure that happened. I just want to be sure to keep up with my running for my lungs and for my legs. Since I had so much trouble with my knees and hips over the summer, I'd hate to be back at square one after all my hard work. So far so good! I have had no knee or hip pain since my race on October 4.

Today I set out to improve my 1 mile time. I did a run/walk combo. And by run, I mean faster than my jog. I was going to alternate running and walking every 30 seconds but the first minute flew by so fast and painlessly I decided to alternate every 60 second instead. Well sometime down the line I got super duper out of breath and nauseous. But I kept pressing on.

I tried to run only 30 seconds and walk for 30, but that wasn't enough time to recover, so I walked for 60 seconds. Somehow by the end of my run I was running 30 seconds and walking 90 seconds. It was just so hard! I was kinda seeing spots and i was pretty dizzy. I'm wondering if maybe my oxygen saturation cannot keep up with these sprints as well as my jogs even though I was wearing my oxygen tank. I'll have to bring my pulse ox with me next time.

I ended up with a 1 mile time of 12 minutes and 47 seconds. That's my fastest mile thus far! But I'm not sure I want to repeat it with that much enthusiasm tomorrow.

Since I'm going shorter distances (less than 2 miles) I am going to check to see if my body can handle running every morning.

Stay tuned!