Thursday, January 29, 2009
"What are you doing outside without a coat on in February?"
Me: "It's 50*, why do I need a coat?"
My body: "Why is it 50* in February?! It must not be February. Surely you mean it's May?"
Me: "I don't. We moved to Arkansas, remember? Arkansas is south of New York and as a result spends more time close to the sun. It's warmer."
My body: "It just isn't right."
But this year something has bothered me. I'M DYING. And it has all to do with the lack of fresh produce.
Last summer I radically changed the way I eat and drastically reduced sugar from my diet. Granted, I still eat carbs here and there but overall I run in the opposite direction from them. And if I'm going to eat sugar I make sure it's the best thing. A bowl of brownie mix or chocolate peanut butter ice cream. I don't go halvsys when I decide to give in.
Upon starting this new regimen, I realized very quickly that if I didn't start eating salads I would soon starve to death. I had no idea how addicted to carbs I was. I was hungry for the better part of two months trying to work my way in this new world of nothing ending in -ose. And I get mean when I'm hungry. So I had a lot of supporters during this process of trying to eat salad. I ate the first salad of my life last September. Before that time I couldn't bear the feel of lettuce. After trying many different kinds of salads since then I still do not like iceburg lettuce and can barely choke that stuff down. So my dad makes fun of me, but I do like the fancy lettuce salads.
Unfortunately, at this time of year all fruits and vegetables taste the same right now. They taste like NOTHING. They have no fresh scent. The two Granny Smith apples that I used to eat everyday taste like crunchy cardboard. Tomatoes taste like wet cardboard. Squash tastes like wet cardboard that everyone has walked on with their dirty boots.
On top of that problem, winter has always meant comfort for me - comfortable clothes that hide all the right areas, comfortable fires, and of course, comfort food. All I want is macaroni and cheese, lasagna, cups of coffee with chocolate-y pastries, cheesy paninis, etc...I think my body feels the basic need to eat up and hunker down for the winter. And you know, broiled tilapia just doesn't cut it on days of 6 inches of snowfall followed by ice.
While winter weather has never been a problem for me before, I now have to deal with the deepest human instinct of storing fat for the season on top of no tasty fruits and vegetable to try to ignore that instinct. What's a girl to do? Or the better question, what's Brian to do since I can't seem to stop complaining about it?
In the end, I'm just going to try my best to eat well but not beat myself up. I can't live like that and I definitely don't want my kids hearing me complain. But I'm not happy about it and Brian better bring me back some strawberries from Florida next week. The bushel of berries should be his only carry on and he will protect them with his life. In fact, I'm not opposed to him bringing back three bushels of strawberries and buying seats for them. I'll have to make sure that I check them in early so they get in the "A" boarding group and can all sit together.
In the meantime, if you live where you have access to tasty fresh produce - do not take it for granted. If you want to email me about it I will live vicariously through you.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
After watching the tv for 15 minutes, I call my mom to tell her I'm on my way out of work and heading to get the kids. I add on that I don't want Lily to watch the news - the pictures are very odd and could upset her.
Mom: Oh she's already seen the tv.
Mom: How could I avoid it? I told her it was a bird.
K: WHAT?!? You told her the plane was a bird?!? Why would you let her watch that? What would make you think it's appropriate for her to watch that?!
Mom: She's not even paying attention. She's playing with princesses and doesn't even know the tv is on.
K: Do you have porn on the other tv? Because I don't know which one would be worse for her to watch.
Mom: Oh please.
K: Mom, we fly all the time. What are the chances that she is not going to ask questions about this as we board our next flight? And where are you going to be when I have to drag a struggling toddler on a full flight screaming "i don't want to go swimming in a plane!"
Mom: I think you're taking it to the extreme. She's too preoccupied with finding an apple to eat so she can die.
K: Do you see the how easily influenced she is? Even Snow White is making things difficult.
Mom: Bye, Katie.
K: Fine. Bye.
So here are my concerns:
1. My daughter accepted the fact that a picture of an obvious PLANE was a BIRD. Really, Lily?
2. My mother had no problem with having a four year old watching (clarification: in the same room as the tv since my mother has determined that Lily didn't pay attention) people struggle to get out of a plane, stand on wings, and get thrown life preservers.
3. Why are we letting her pretend to die a poisoned apple death? I have gone through 5 apples in less than a week.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Lily: Mama, why am I not going to school today?
K: Because it's a holiday.
L: Right. I knew that. Why is it a holiday?
K: Today is the day a great man was born. He had a long name - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. He was so great that we all celebrate his birthday every year.
L: Where is he having his party?
K: Well, actually, we don't really have a party for him, more of a celebration.
L: What does he want for his birthday?
K:Well...............actually he's getting something he always wanted tomorrow. It's something he always dreamed about.
(oddly, she didn't ask what the present was and since she let on that she knows the difference between white or black - I'm not bringing it up. Let her live in her color blind world for as long as possible.)
L: How old will he be?
K:Well (how do I explain this delicately?) he passed away a very long time ago. He died before I was born and when Grrrmam was just a little girl. But, if he was alive he would have been 80 years old.
L: 8 8?
K: No, 80. You won't be 80 for 76 years - it's a long time away.
L: So how tall is he?
K: I have no idea how tall he was but I think he was tall.
L: And he's not having a party?
K: I think some people are having parties for him but it's more of a celebration of all the things that he believed in. He is not having a party at Chuck E Cheese or Jeepers so it's not like that.
L: (disappointed-ly) Oh.
L: But is he still getting his present?
K: Most definitely. We all are.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
They call it "The Birthday Walk" and I think it's a great way to show each child how special they are. First, a candle is lit to represent the sun. Then papers with each month written on them are spread around the candle. The child is asked to hold a small globe of the earth. Her teacher, Cathy, then explains how the earth rotates around the sun and one revolution equals one year of her life.
As she walked one year around the candle-sun, Brian and I get to talk about that year. For example, for her newborn year we talked about how she slept so much. When she walked her second year we talked about how she never smiled but observed everything. Her third year was how she became a big sister. And this year we talked about her strong personality and slight interest in princesses.
It was beautiful to watch because we got to reminisce and her classmates got to learn about her. She was basking in the attention.
After Lily was honored Cathy then asked for all the other four year olds to stand and then the three year olds, the five year olds, and finally the one six year old in the class.
Friday, January 16, 2009
The tree smelled beautiful. It looked beautiful. It was the perfect height and width. And I got it when I wanted to get it!! I was very diligent keeping my tree well watered. But -STILL- the falling pine needles were out of control! I swept or vacuumed them up almost every day. This never happens but it only proved Brian's point that we bought the tree to early.
I also like to keep the tree up until New Year's Day. Due to the needle shedding though I took it down as soon as I could after Christmas. Here you can see the outline of where the Christmas tree skirt was amongst all the needles.
Ignore the lazy dog who put in the effort to raise her head when I entered the room. I interrupted some deep, serious, basset thinking. For all I know she had just come up with a solution to the economic crisis and then I enter the room and poof - the answer escaped her. Such a shame.
After Brian dragged the tree out the front door (leaving a trail of needles in case he got lost) he informed me of another possible problem with buying a tree to early - it was starting to mildew. So gross!
Monday, January 12, 2009
The day after they arrived dad offered to stay at home while Jamison, Ruthie, and Maddie all took naps so that the girls could go out to lunch. Kristen admitted to him that the girls would wake up before we got home and gave him instructions for feeding them a snack. This is what we came home to:
He was very much on guard watching them. The dogs were too since they were expecting something to fall on the ground.
The next day my mom's sister, Linda, drove up with her daughter Denine and Denine's daughter Myria. Although they all live in Rochester, I consider us all pretty close. Denine and Myria avoided the camera so you won't see them. I should make it clear to anyone who doesn't know, my Aunt Linda is crazy. Completely. Unequivocally. No doubt about it. So when she is around we have automatic entertainment.
Lily loves to play "band" on this obnoxious electronic piano (if you can call it that) and Aunt Linda is usually the one who joins her on the tambourine. So for Christmas Linda thought it would be a great idea to give instruments to all the kids. Lily had a trumpet, Jamison received a drum, and each of the twins had a maraca. It was chaos. I love the look Maddie is giving Aunt Linda because I want to tell her - "Honey, it's just begun for you. We've been giving her that look for years. It goes so much better if you just accept."
And somehow Ruthie found her way on to the couch as well.
And then Lily (excuse me, Sleeping Beauty) wanted to be a part of it for attention purposes only. At this point Jamison is the only one who still cares about the book.
And then he was done. This is actually his new face that he knows I love and will only do it when he feels like it. I'm glad I was able to get a shot of it since he uses it to bribe me all the time. No more bribery from you Jamie!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
I have no clue how the kid did it. Granted, he wasn't buckled in but the tray was as far in as I could get it.
Then the next morning we came into the kitchen and we saw a thief!
This guy was very talented. He had to climb on our roof and then slowly ease himself down onto the bird feeder. I was really afraid his nasty claws would tear the screen but we were lucky.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
This is why Lily is only allowed to use the markers during Jamison's nap.
It was actually a relief to find those tips on the floor. For weeks I thought he was ingesting the tips. As in, sucking the ink out of them and then just swallowing them. So it was very reassuring to find those tips scattered in corners of the room and under chairs.
You can see that five of the six the above markers were "Color Wonder" markers. So those tips were clear. But it's the other markers (like the above grey one) that have caused the big problems. The black and the red markers give me the biggest scare when he rounds the corner. The other colors just look ridiculous.
These little guys feel victim to the biter as well. I thought he'd like to color with these friendly looking crayons. Within minutes both were de-crayoned.
So we decided to fly down to visit the second weekend in December. Those tickets were a lot more budget friendly. Apparently no one travels that weekend.
The week that we flew down contained FOUR birthdays - Uncle Eric (12/10), Uncle Jonathan (12/11), Auntie Demeree (12/15), and Lily (12/19). (yes, that's actually 9 days but whatever). So we also decided to have a small birthday celebration for everyone. As a result, we were celebrating Thankbirthmas.
Jamison was all ready to go the night before. He was very excited about getting to go on a plane again. I have no idea what was up with his hair.
The flights were happily uneventful. In fact, unbeknownst to us, my mother ended up on our first leg to Baltimore on her way to Nashville. So she got Jamie for that whole flight. We needed to conserve our energy.
The morning after we arrived Jamison looked at family pictures with Nana.
Then he got nice and comfy in his little rocker. That was actually Brian's rocker when he was little.
Lily cuddled up with Granny Pat and watched Cinderella. Pa enjoyed the movie as well. We don't get to see Pa and Granny Pat as often as we like, but we love every minute we can spend with them. By Friday night Eric and Rene and Jonathan and Demeree had also drove in. We hadn't seen Eric and Rene since last October at Jonathan and Demeree's wedding and we hadn't seen J & D since they moved from Albany to DFW in September. It was so nice to have the whole family together with no other agenda but to be together.
That night we celebrated birthdays. Nana put a candle on a muffin for each of the birthday boys and girls. Since Lily was last she was going insane for her muffin. The cold hearted part or me kinda wants to tell her - IT'S JUST A MUFFIN. CALM DOWN. But the other part of me loves to see her get so excited about little things that mean so much. And since the part of me that loves her always wins, I just took a picture.
Jamison decided that using his teeth to open presents was the most efficient way.
Monday, January 5, 2009
I'd like to hear what you think the objects below are. Go on, guess. They are all the same object just in different sizes.
Friday, January 2, 2009
This is genetic and he definitely inherited this from Brian's side of the family. Brian's grandpa does the same exact thing when he is working...except grandpa doesn't drool like Jamison. Brian and I find this common trait incredibly endearing.
He knows the remote has something to do with making that car go. He just couldn't quite figure out how to do it.
Look really closely. Or real closely. Or real close. Whichever one. Just look.
They are completely from scratch. They take no less than two days of preparation. Atkins, South Beach, you have no defense against these blessed and precious carbohydrates.