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She said, He said September 21, 2010

Filed under: Schmooper — booksunread @ 2:13 pm

I say “Good morning, peanut.”
“Mommy! Hi! T-Rex! RAWWWRRR!” he babbles.

He says “Watch Dino Train.” It’s a statement, not a request.
I say “Oh you want to want to watch Dinosaur Train?”
“’kay,” he says, like it was your idea and he’s just going along with it.

We finish reading “Go nie nie moon,” get in his sleep sack and turn down the light.
He says, “Rock baby. Couple min. ‘kay.”

I say “I love you the most in the whole wide world.”
“How why worl!” he chirps.

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Getting my Zzzzs September 16, 2010

Filed under: Daily Grind — booksunread @ 5:17 pm

My day starts pretty early.  The alarm goes off (for the first time) at 5:30.  I have to be out of the house by 6:40 to be a work for 7 (part of what allows me to spend my afternoons with the Squidgemiester).

Typically I hit the snooze anywhere from 2 to 3 times. Last night I thought, “Well this is silly, why am I setting my alarm so early? I could have almost a half hour more of uninterrupted sleep if I just set the alarm for the time I actually want to get up.”  Novel concept, I know.

When the alarm went off at 5:47 this morning, I leapt out of bed totally hit the snooze again. Twice. Oh yeah, that’s why we start at 5:30.

 

In Demand September 9, 2010

Filed under: Schmooper — booksunread @ 6:24 pm

Now that Squidgey is reaching the age of actual playing, we’re starting to negotiate the shark infested waters of play dates.  Up until now, we’ve mostly just met up with a friend of mine who has a baby girl several months his junior and they’ve mostly ignored each other as they each enjoyed the park on their own.  But now, we’re starting to run in to opportunities to schedule real, honest to god play dates.  With people who so far, the only thing I have in common with is the relative age of our children.  So it’s a bit intimidating. I am not at all an outgoing, talk to strangers sort of person.  I’m all about the insecure social awkwardness.  I feel a bit as if we’re both on trial to judge our future play date worthiness. 

The first mommy/date pair we met up with is someone who moved into our old neighborhood and I’ve met since I still go back to socialize. (Okay, it’s a bunco group. Don’t judge. It’s an excuse to get my Martha baking skillz on and get out of the house.)  Anyway she has a two and a half year old boy and a one year old little girl, so Squidgey and I went over there a couple weeks ago.  I know it shouldn’t surprise me, but it is amazing what a difference 6 months or so makes in a kid’s development when he’s only two. I guess when you think about it, that’s like 25% of the entire time he’s been alive. 

This kid was so different from Squidgey in terms of play-able to pretend, maneuver trains over tracks without knocking down the entire setup. etc., while Squidge is more in the “hey, let me snatch that engine out of your hand, and decimate your carefully arranged train depot” stage.  I think the other little boy was frankly a bit disappointed-he already has a baby sister who does that to him. But we soldiered on and it went pretty well.  Squidge was heartbroken to have to abandon the brain-meltingly awesome Thomas the Train table and I felt like the mom and I clicked and is someone I might want to be friends with too.  Next play date will be at a park since Squidgey understands “run around like a crazy person” a lot better than he understands sharing and taking turns.

Then, fresh off the semi-success of that play date, we got another offer at mom and me class.  Every Saturday morning for the last few months we’ve done this “class” which is really more like organized chaos/cat herding with tumbling obstacle courses-balance beams, springboards, ramps and mats. Basically, it’s me keeping a death grip on Squidgey for half an hour to keep him from shoving to the front of the line or taking off out of the gym.  I learned after the first week not to bother showering before it-I’m sweating ten minutes in.  But he’s exhausted and happy and gets excited as soon as I bust out his clothes Saturday morning “Go gym. See Miss Stacy!” he exclaims. 

And it was Miss Stacy herself who tapped us for a playdate! I can ‘t help but feel a little proud that despite the fact he is the most insane child there (I’m sure all the other parents feel sorry for me the way he’s always taking off in one direction or the other, but he’s not like that at home. We’re well childproofed and so we simply let him run around in circles), we were singled out by the teacher as play date worthy.  Turns out, she has a little boy named “Squidgey” as well, a few months younger than mine and actually lives in my neighborhood.  So that’ll be in the next week or so. I hope she like me! Um, I mean, I hope the boys get along!

 

That clucking sound you hear… September 7, 2010

Filed under: Battle of the Scale,Daily Grind — booksunread @ 4:51 pm

Is me totally chickening out of that triatholon. Like, five seconds after I made that last post considering it.  I really, really do not have enough time to train adequately.  Or even inadequately.  Either way, my performance is sure to suck, but I’d prefer to suck knowing that I was doing my very best sucking, you know?

So I’m aiming for the spring triathlon and hoping my friend will be able to join me then.  In the meantime, I will work on consistently increasing my running and biking distance.  Until it gets cold. And then I will end up at the exact same place at the end of winter as I am right now.  Wow, I really did inherit the DD (Debbie Downer) gene from my mother. 

In order to help keep track of the distance thing I ordered myself a garmin GPS watch (b-day pressie from Miguel).  I got a good deal on Amazon for an older model. It should arrive today.

Speaking of Amazon, I’m also still anxiously awaiting delivery of my ball chair.  They apparently tried to deliver it Saturday, but since I had it delivered to the office, which was closed, it’s not here. I know FedEx usually makes a morning run so it should have been here by now. 

I have been going a wee bit nutty with the Amazon lately since I have the free trial of Amazon prime shipping. I’m surprised the bank hasn’t flagged all the activity on my credit card.

 

Balance September 2, 2010

Filed under: 15 Tons,Battle of the Scale,Daily Grind — booksunread @ 2:31 pm

I am convinced that my ass is getting flat from the seven hours a day I sit at my desk staring at the computer.  It is pretty much straight, unrelieved sitting. I may get up to go to the bathroom or break room, but that’s about it. I usually eat lunch at my desk and don’t have meetings or people I have to wander off and go see in the office. So I sit.

I have a hard time with ergonomics/posture/carpal tunnel/tendonitis/pinched nerves/what have you.  I am almost always uncomfortable shortly after sitting down.  Part of the ass-flattening is I think after 5 years, I’ve pretty much smooshed out any padding that was in the seat.  I broke down and ordered one of these today (free shipping with Amazon Prime trial!):

I’m hoping it will help me maintain better posture all around and stem the tide of ass compression.  I mean, I’m not doing all this working out to have a misshapen ass. But I’m certainly sitting here for exponentially more hours than I am working out daily, so of course flat is winning.

My coworkers will probably mock me, but too bad. I’m tired of being in pain and uncomfortable.  And also I’d like a shapely ass.  None of my coworkers seems in any way concerned for the shape of their ass, if you know what I mean.  They mocked my snuggie too, but I know they’re all secretly jealous as they sit in their offices shivering and covered in goose bumps.