Ok, so my friend Danielle is having a contest for a $25 gift card for Build-A-Bear, and to enter, all I have to do is write about my child's TV habits. Here goes:
When Z was little, I hoped to keep him from watching regular TV as long as possible. He was too little to care about TV before he was mobile, and after he started moving he could never be still long enough to watch TV. So, the first year and half of his life were pretty much TV free. He used to love the beginning of Jeopardy - and would clap and holler "JEPERDEE!!!" when it came on, but he never really "watched" it.
Somewhere around 1 1/2 to 2 he started showing interest in some cartoons, but as mentioned above...he can't really sit still long enough to watch anything. Scooby Doo was on the Cartoon Network a lot at this time, so he started to really like Scooby.
Somewhere along the line, the reality of my life set in, and TV became a sort of babysitter for me. I didn't want for this to happen...but it had to happen. My husbands work schedule is not very conducive to normal family living, so in order for me to cook dinner peacefully, or pack lunches and get out the door by 7:25am on weekdays...I rely on TV to entertain my child. I HAVE TO in order to get things done. I play single parent 50% of the time.
I don't know how real single parents do it.
So, the reality is...my son watches cartoons. He loves Scooby, Bob the Builder, Thomas the Train and Caillou. He really only watches when I NEED him to as he still can't sit still for very long. I ask him if he has ants in his pants...and he usually replies that he has spiders/monkeys/worms/kittys/etc in his pants. He's very silly. Anyway, once that NEED is over, we're running around inside, outside, upstairs, downstairs.
He's only 2 yrs and 4 months old (TODAY!), so he doesn't have chores or homework. And I do hope to keep the amount of time he spends in front of the tube under control...unless I need a babysitter.
9.19.2008
9.17.2008
OUCH
Severe frickin diaper rash? You have got to be kidding me.
He is RAW.
I am going to cry my eyes out.
He is RAW.
I am going to cry my eyes out.
2 Yr Molars?
Ok, so, I'm pretty sure he is cutting his 2 year molars.
He's been working on them for MONTHS. These are - by far - the worst ones - as far as teething symptoms goes.
He is still sleeping thru the night, so no problem there. But, he has that rattly cough he's had with all of his other teeth. The rattle has been going on for about a week now and so has the burning poop. Poor thing will have a burning flaming poop - it will hurt his butt - and next thing we know he has diaper rash. Now, he hasn't had a diaper rash since he was a wee little one. And it looks very painful and is all over his bottom and around his penis and in the creases. I feel so terrible and slather a gob of desitin on it. It goes away in a day-ish, and then returns a couple days later...when he has another flamer. Repeat.
It has to be the teeth. He really doesn't ever get sick, hasn't been sick in probably a year. And this cough...it sure does sound familiar. He still uses a pacifier (I know, I know) and has been cramming it to the back of his mouth and chomping on it. He's very whiney and clingy, and his appetite comes and goes. And he's an eater...so when he doesn't eat...I get concerned.
Tonight...he wanted marshmallows for dinner. I didn't care. He didn't feel good. He was laying on the couch with a sore butt and a rattly cough. If he wants marshmallows...he gets marshmallows.
Hurry up you damn molars. I hate seeing him like this.
He's been working on them for MONTHS. These are - by far - the worst ones - as far as teething symptoms goes.
He is still sleeping thru the night, so no problem there. But, he has that rattly cough he's had with all of his other teeth. The rattle has been going on for about a week now and so has the burning poop. Poor thing will have a burning flaming poop - it will hurt his butt - and next thing we know he has diaper rash. Now, he hasn't had a diaper rash since he was a wee little one. And it looks very painful and is all over his bottom and around his penis and in the creases. I feel so terrible and slather a gob of desitin on it. It goes away in a day-ish, and then returns a couple days later...when he has another flamer. Repeat.
It has to be the teeth. He really doesn't ever get sick, hasn't been sick in probably a year. And this cough...it sure does sound familiar. He still uses a pacifier (I know, I know) and has been cramming it to the back of his mouth and chomping on it. He's very whiney and clingy, and his appetite comes and goes. And he's an eater...so when he doesn't eat...I get concerned.
Tonight...he wanted marshmallows for dinner. I didn't care. He didn't feel good. He was laying on the couch with a sore butt and a rattly cough. If he wants marshmallows...he gets marshmallows.
Hurry up you damn molars. I hate seeing him like this.
I'm down with it
Lost 2.2 today. Total of 5.6.
That's almost 2 lbs per week - for 3 weeks. The healthy way to do it.
I'm down with it.
I'm craving El Camino though...I guess if I'm gonna have it...tonight's the night. No other plans to eat out before my next weigh in.
You see...I can't eat out and do WW. Technically, I could, because with WW you can eat anything - it's all about making healthy choices and portion control.
Well...I simply cannot do that in a restaurant. If someone else is cooking for me...I'm not going to order something healthy. I'm going to order my favorite thing at that particular restaurant. Which is typically very un-healthy.
So, if I'm going to eat out while doing WW, my best bet is to get it done at the start of my new week, so I have the whole week to reverse the damage! HA!
Oh well. It's just the way I am. I'm down with it.
That's almost 2 lbs per week - for 3 weeks. The healthy way to do it.
I'm down with it.
I'm craving El Camino though...I guess if I'm gonna have it...tonight's the night. No other plans to eat out before my next weigh in.
You see...I can't eat out and do WW. Technically, I could, because with WW you can eat anything - it's all about making healthy choices and portion control.
Well...I simply cannot do that in a restaurant. If someone else is cooking for me...I'm not going to order something healthy. I'm going to order my favorite thing at that particular restaurant. Which is typically very un-healthy.
So, if I'm going to eat out while doing WW, my best bet is to get it done at the start of my new week, so I have the whole week to reverse the damage! HA!
Oh well. It's just the way I am. I'm down with it.
9.15.2008
General Babble
There's just so much to think about.
This is a crazy time for us. We had court today. I can't really talk about it, but phase 1 is complete. My husband has an interview this week (via phone, maybe) for a position in Columbus. I don't necessarily want to move to Columbus, and there are a lot of things they would have to offer in order for us to pack up and move, but it's exciting. It's a step closer to getting out of his current place of employment. Plus, it's a large company with an office here in Toledo, so if the Columbus thing doesn't work out, hopefully he will be considered for anything that opens up around here. I do, after all, have connections there.
My husband's upcoming work schedule puts him working all weekend for the next - at least - 3 weeks - so I'm debating if I want to tackle potty training by myself. I'm planning to do the fast track method. I have the doll, both a potty and the insert thing you put on a regular toilet to give the boy a choice, big boy underwear, etc. We talk about it all the time. He likes to watch himself pee in the bath. He knows he can control it by contracting his bladder, and will start and stop it while in the bath. It really is funny. I'm really not interested in taking 6 months to potty train my child by putting him on the potty once in a while or whenever it is convenient. I'm really hoping the fast track works. He's very strong willed, so he has to be into it too. I'm still on the fence about this one.
Our 9 year wedding anniversary is next week. I have no idea what to get my husband. He said he only wanted one thing...and I can't repeat it. He's a simple man. We have a date planned though. More about that later.
I'm starting to freak out about a little pre-school and real school. I have no idea where to send the boy. We kicked around Montessori...and aside from the cost, we decided that we don't want our child to be a robot. He's far to outgoing, energetic, excited. He's never been to daycare, only a home sitter. I did visit a couple daycares when he was brand new, but they scared the heck out of me, so I never looked again. I really have no interest. I do, however, want to get him into pre-school next year, at least for half days a couple days a week. I really need to start talking to people to get some recommendations.
I want to transition him into his big boy bed at Christmastime. I found the bedding today. Now I'm nervous about the transition. Why? I have no idea. I'm afraid that my awesome sleeper will change when he has freedom. He has slept thru the night since he was 12 weeks old, with only a few incidents over the past 2 years (I can count them on one hand), involving puke or teething, where he woke in the night. I'm just worried he will feel the need to get out of bed a hundred times per night.
I'm anxious for my weigh in tomorrow. I'm ready for something exciting on the scale. We'll see.
I'm excited to get a Blackberry. I just need to find the time to make it happen. While we were waiting for "court" this morning, my husband was playing with the Voyager (my current phone which will become his) and almost instantly locked it up. Bizarre.
I like my new bangs and I think they make me look younger, but I have a couple weird frizzy sections that are making me nuts. I think I may quickly run the flat iron over them tomorrow and see if that helps.
Just more of the same. General mindless babble.
This is a crazy time for us. We had court today. I can't really talk about it, but phase 1 is complete. My husband has an interview this week (via phone, maybe) for a position in Columbus. I don't necessarily want to move to Columbus, and there are a lot of things they would have to offer in order for us to pack up and move, but it's exciting. It's a step closer to getting out of his current place of employment. Plus, it's a large company with an office here in Toledo, so if the Columbus thing doesn't work out, hopefully he will be considered for anything that opens up around here. I do, after all, have connections there.
My husband's upcoming work schedule puts him working all weekend for the next - at least - 3 weeks - so I'm debating if I want to tackle potty training by myself. I'm planning to do the fast track method. I have the doll, both a potty and the insert thing you put on a regular toilet to give the boy a choice, big boy underwear, etc. We talk about it all the time. He likes to watch himself pee in the bath. He knows he can control it by contracting his bladder, and will start and stop it while in the bath. It really is funny. I'm really not interested in taking 6 months to potty train my child by putting him on the potty once in a while or whenever it is convenient. I'm really hoping the fast track works. He's very strong willed, so he has to be into it too. I'm still on the fence about this one.
Our 9 year wedding anniversary is next week. I have no idea what to get my husband. He said he only wanted one thing...and I can't repeat it. He's a simple man. We have a date planned though. More about that later.
I'm starting to freak out about a little pre-school and real school. I have no idea where to send the boy. We kicked around Montessori...and aside from the cost, we decided that we don't want our child to be a robot. He's far to outgoing, energetic, excited. He's never been to daycare, only a home sitter. I did visit a couple daycares when he was brand new, but they scared the heck out of me, so I never looked again. I really have no interest. I do, however, want to get him into pre-school next year, at least for half days a couple days a week. I really need to start talking to people to get some recommendations.
I want to transition him into his big boy bed at Christmastime. I found the bedding today. Now I'm nervous about the transition. Why? I have no idea. I'm afraid that my awesome sleeper will change when he has freedom. He has slept thru the night since he was 12 weeks old, with only a few incidents over the past 2 years (I can count them on one hand), involving puke or teething, where he woke in the night. I'm just worried he will feel the need to get out of bed a hundred times per night.
I'm anxious for my weigh in tomorrow. I'm ready for something exciting on the scale. We'll see.
I'm excited to get a Blackberry. I just need to find the time to make it happen. While we were waiting for "court" this morning, my husband was playing with the Voyager (my current phone which will become his) and almost instantly locked it up. Bizarre.
I like my new bangs and I think they make me look younger, but I have a couple weird frizzy sections that are making me nuts. I think I may quickly run the flat iron over them tomorrow and see if that helps.
Just more of the same. General mindless babble.
9.12.2008
Remembering
Well, no, I didn't forget. I could never forget. I just didn't think to blog about it.
I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when the first plane hit. I remember getting a phone call from my husband telling me about it. I remember passing that information on to co-workers. I remember the comment from an idiot I worked with at the time.
I remember sitting on the floor in the media room. My hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face.
I remember gathering my things and heading for home. I remember calling my friends in NYC. Over and over and over again. I remember receiving a call from my friend that evening. It seemed like days, weeks, before he called me back. I know it's because it was difficult to communicate at this time. He told me that he and the rest of my NYC friends were ok.
I called my friends in Alexandria. I knew they were ok, but I wanted to make sure.
I remember sitting on the couch, bundled in a blanket - bundled with nerves, watching the tv for days on end. My hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face.
This was happening in MY city. These were my people. My heart was broken. I was so sad. Yet, I couldn't stop watching. Over and over again. I watched. And I cried.
I remember everything about that day. Despite being in a fog. I even remember what I was wearing.
I remember our trip to NYC in late November. I remember going down "there". I remember seeing the soot that was still on the surrounding buildings. I remember the smell. I remember the memorials. I remember so much that I will never forget.
I remember wandering around down there...hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face. So many others were doing the exact same thing.
Tears are streaming right now. Only my fingers are typing. They'll be over my mouth soon.
I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when the first plane hit. I remember getting a phone call from my husband telling me about it. I remember passing that information on to co-workers. I remember the comment from an idiot I worked with at the time.
I remember sitting on the floor in the media room. My hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face.
I remember gathering my things and heading for home. I remember calling my friends in NYC. Over and over and over again. I remember receiving a call from my friend that evening. It seemed like days, weeks, before he called me back. I know it's because it was difficult to communicate at this time. He told me that he and the rest of my NYC friends were ok.
I called my friends in Alexandria. I knew they were ok, but I wanted to make sure.
I remember sitting on the couch, bundled in a blanket - bundled with nerves, watching the tv for days on end. My hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face.
This was happening in MY city. These were my people. My heart was broken. I was so sad. Yet, I couldn't stop watching. Over and over again. I watched. And I cried.
I remember everything about that day. Despite being in a fog. I even remember what I was wearing.
I remember our trip to NYC in late November. I remember going down "there". I remember seeing the soot that was still on the surrounding buildings. I remember the smell. I remember the memorials. I remember so much that I will never forget.
I remember wandering around down there...hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face. So many others were doing the exact same thing.
Tears are streaming right now. Only my fingers are typing. They'll be over my mouth soon.
9.10.2008
Week 2
Ok, so my second weigh in was today. I am down .6 lbs.
I had, of course, hoped for more. But, it is going in the right direction, so I should be happy about that. I will get this weight off....one ounce at a time.
I need to re-evaluate what I'm eating and doing and see if I can create some excitement on the scale next week.
We have a bday party this weekend, so I need to be cautious about what I'm eating & drinking. Otherwise, I have no plans to eat out (which is what always gets me in trouble) or do anything otherwise un-WW-friendly.
I'm going to the gym tonight, tomorrow and Friday. Maybe I'll try to jog on the treadmill again.
Ok...here's to a great weigh in next week!
I had, of course, hoped for more. But, it is going in the right direction, so I should be happy about that. I will get this weight off....one ounce at a time.
I need to re-evaluate what I'm eating and doing and see if I can create some excitement on the scale next week.
We have a bday party this weekend, so I need to be cautious about what I'm eating & drinking. Otherwise, I have no plans to eat out (which is what always gets me in trouble) or do anything otherwise un-WW-friendly.
I'm going to the gym tonight, tomorrow and Friday. Maybe I'll try to jog on the treadmill again.
Ok...here's to a great weigh in next week!
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