I have struggled with weight my entire life. I have always been athletic, was a former gymnast but always seemed to carry around about 20 extra pounds. It didn't keep me down and I could always still fit into a size 12 easily. But once I had children the whole weight thing has just shifted from bad to worse.
After having Aimee, I was able to lose most of the baby weight save for about that original 20 plus another 15 or so. Then having Nicole I was able to get back down to my pre-weight which again is about 35 (20 before and 15 post-baby) above where I want to be. But then since Nicole's birth I have had a hard time getting the weight off. I hate it because I have all these clothes pre-children that I want to get back into. At first I attributed it to my hypothyroidism which I was diagnosed with about 8 months after having Nicole and since I hadn't gone to my primary care doctor forever so who knows how long it was actually going on. But I just got word that after nearly a year of changing my dose of synthroid that I am now where I should be with my thyroid function. So there it is...I am fat. Yep, so I decided that I would be inspired by my friend Emily over there at The Shrinking Mama that I would join Weight Watchers (okay...again) and try to get the post baby and pre-baby weight off. So I went on Tuesday night and weighed in, got my pamphlets and sat through a very helpful meeting. See, I think that most heavy people know what they are supposed to do, it's just putting it into action that is the hard part. So I have made a committment to myself that I am going to do this. It helps that my insurance will reimburse me up to $150 with my weight loss benefit but still, I am doing this. I am not brave enough to post my weight on the side there, but suffice to say it's over 200 lbs.
So wish me luck and endurance. I think that is what I really need! I will let you know how I do along the way. We are heading away this weekend to try Storyland one more time since Aimee has not stopped talking about it since we last went. So I have already packed a cooler full of good food and hope that I can convince my ever loving husband not to eat out every single meal because that is definately my downfall.
See you on the flip side!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Summer where have you gone?
Bad poster I am huh? Well, my excuse is simply that I am trying desperately to get the tail end of summer to last a bit longer. And by the way, did I miss July 4th because I swear it was just May. So in an attempt to enjoy these last few warm days, we have been going to the beach, walking around the neighborhood and generally spending as much time outside as we can. Which puts me away from my computer and my lovely readers (whoever you are...), so my apologies.
The change of seasons is always bittersweet for me. I do like the fall and the winter is fun with the first snow and holidays but still, there is something about summer that makes it my favorite season. Spring for me is the worst. Despite the fact that my birthday falls just after the onset of spring, I still do not like it. It’s a tease. You can have 30 degree days and 80 degree days and monsoons of rain. In fact my mother loves to tell me that the day of my fourth birthday party was so warm we had the party outside in the yard. Take that global warming since it was 1978. But there is something about the end of summer that really bums me out and I can’t really put my finger on what it is. Part of it I am sure is the fact that I will soon have to leave the house with a jacket either on or in hand. Another part is the fact that long ago the meaning of the end of summer vacation meant back to school which when you are in the grades is never a good thing. This year I think it is because my little girl Aimee is going to a real school. Okay, she’s not exactly ready for buses and full days but she is going to preschool and she will be there two mornings a week.
It is the exact same school that I went to for my preschool. It scares the life out of me because it wasn’t long ago that the two of us were navigating this mother-baby relationship, both being rookies at it, and trying to get her to sleep more than 4 hours in a row. In fact the memory of that is still so fresh in my mind that I know she actually slept through the night (and by that I mean midnight to 6AM) at 6 weeks of age because we were down the Cape for a wedding when she did it. And now, here it is at nearly the end of summer and I am perusing the back to school sales for her fall wardrobe. Hell, I even looked up the local ballet and gymnastics schools so that I can figure out our “Schedule” for the fall.
On the other hand, my role as a parent has become even more important to me lately because I can remember my own experience at preschool. Sure it’s hazy but it’s there. I can also remember my dance recitals. Again fuzzy but some parts very clear down to the terrible haircut and pastel tutu. So I am careful of what I do and say to Aimee lately because these are the times she will remember. It’s easy when they are infants and think you can do no wrong, and to an extent that is still true. I am the one who kisses the boo boos and gets the middle of the night cry outs. But I know now based on my own experience that these are the formative years already starting and I in no way want her to lose the fantastic personality she has and her total enthusiasm for most of what we do. Come on, how excited can one get for dentist visits? The pressures of children today are so far reaching, probably further than I imagine. I know that the pressure as a parent to do the right thing is overwhelming at times. And I thought that first night home from the hospital was stressful. Aimee has such a great attitude and loves everyone and part of me wants to keep her next to me so that she never has to get her feelings hurt by the bully at school or the mean girl on the playground. But the other part of me knows that this is all part of the life experience and I can’t deprive her of it. I just hope that she is confident enough to make her own decisions and that she feels loved and safe enough to tell me when she has made her mistakes.
So here’s to the end of the summer. May the weather last until October and the memories of summer 2008 last a lifetime.
The change of seasons is always bittersweet for me. I do like the fall and the winter is fun with the first snow and holidays but still, there is something about summer that makes it my favorite season. Spring for me is the worst. Despite the fact that my birthday falls just after the onset of spring, I still do not like it. It’s a tease. You can have 30 degree days and 80 degree days and monsoons of rain. In fact my mother loves to tell me that the day of my fourth birthday party was so warm we had the party outside in the yard. Take that global warming since it was 1978. But there is something about the end of summer that really bums me out and I can’t really put my finger on what it is. Part of it I am sure is the fact that I will soon have to leave the house with a jacket either on or in hand. Another part is the fact that long ago the meaning of the end of summer vacation meant back to school which when you are in the grades is never a good thing. This year I think it is because my little girl Aimee is going to a real school. Okay, she’s not exactly ready for buses and full days but she is going to preschool and she will be there two mornings a week.
It is the exact same school that I went to for my preschool. It scares the life out of me because it wasn’t long ago that the two of us were navigating this mother-baby relationship, both being rookies at it, and trying to get her to sleep more than 4 hours in a row. In fact the memory of that is still so fresh in my mind that I know she actually slept through the night (and by that I mean midnight to 6AM) at 6 weeks of age because we were down the Cape for a wedding when she did it. And now, here it is at nearly the end of summer and I am perusing the back to school sales for her fall wardrobe. Hell, I even looked up the local ballet and gymnastics schools so that I can figure out our “Schedule” for the fall.
On the other hand, my role as a parent has become even more important to me lately because I can remember my own experience at preschool. Sure it’s hazy but it’s there. I can also remember my dance recitals. Again fuzzy but some parts very clear down to the terrible haircut and pastel tutu. So I am careful of what I do and say to Aimee lately because these are the times she will remember. It’s easy when they are infants and think you can do no wrong, and to an extent that is still true. I am the one who kisses the boo boos and gets the middle of the night cry outs. But I know now based on my own experience that these are the formative years already starting and I in no way want her to lose the fantastic personality she has and her total enthusiasm for most of what we do. Come on, how excited can one get for dentist visits? The pressures of children today are so far reaching, probably further than I imagine. I know that the pressure as a parent to do the right thing is overwhelming at times. And I thought that first night home from the hospital was stressful. Aimee has such a great attitude and loves everyone and part of me wants to keep her next to me so that she never has to get her feelings hurt by the bully at school or the mean girl on the playground. But the other part of me knows that this is all part of the life experience and I can’t deprive her of it. I just hope that she is confident enough to make her own decisions and that she feels loved and safe enough to tell me when she has made her mistakes.
So here’s to the end of the summer. May the weather last until October and the memories of summer 2008 last a lifetime.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Reflections
Today was an interesting day for me. Today was the start of camp. Camp you may think? What is camp? Camp to me is Camp Fatima EC Week. Google it if you want and see what comes up. For most of the summer it is a camp for young boys but then for this one week during the year, a group of phenomenal people get together and volunteer their time to people of all disabilities. They are treated as exceptional citizens: all activities are centered around their interests and they are catered to by volunteer staff. Camper’s enrollement is entirely free, funded by generous contributions-both large and small from many different people as well as many fundraisers throughout the year. Some campers have minor disabilities and others are ones that require thousands of dollars of equipment just to communicate the most basic needs. The volunteers take their vacations from work or they take time without pay and they go up to Gilmanton Ironworks, New Hampshire where they sleep in what is best described as cabins, sing more songs than you ever thought possible, and connect with some amazing campers and other volunteers. It is a one-on-one camper/counselor ratio so every camper has a counselor. There are also volunteers to cook and serve food, clean the kitchen, run the infirmary, lifeguard at the waterfront, take campers out on a boat across the lake, put the campers up on the horses, run the arts and crafts table and many many more that escape me right now. There are approximately 150 campers both men and women equally matched with 150 counselors plus all the other volunteer areas mentioned above.
But, the volunteers are second only to the parents of these campers. I have seen some amazing parents up there. They do this caretaking for these campers day in and day out with little to no break for campers that are well into their 40s and sometimes 50s. And this is the one week a year that the volunteers take over and give the families a break. I know many of you may be thinking, what is she talking about this for?
Well, 8 years ago I was introduced to camp by a co-worker of mine. I have a younger brother who is Autistic and non-verbal and we had tried for years to get him into this camp we heard so much about. This co-worker suggested I volunteer and that would get my brother into camp no sweat because they really need more counselor volunteers and look favorably on campers whose family volunteers. So I took a week of vacation time and volunteered for a week at Camp Fatima and it forever changed my life. I wish I could explain it to you all, how it is up there, how it makes people feel and how it brings you together with people you otherwise wouldn't have anything in common with. But it's really something you have to experience. It's special and it's amazing. But, since becoming a mother, I have not gone back to camp. It has been 4 years since I was at camp and I miss it. I don't think I will be going back for quite some time since I just can't leave the girls for a week yet, but my brother Chris LOVES it there. It is truly his summer vacation.
I have met some wonderful people at camp too. A group of girls in Cabin 11 who I had a wonderful time getting to know. And you do get to know people when there are 15 of you in a cabin that is about 20 feet by 20 feet. We even had pre-camp meetings to distinguish who would bring papertowels, coolers, games, decorations, etc. But really, it was a chance to get together before the big event. I have met some wonderful guys up there too. I could go on and on about the people up there but really it comes down to how great they all are.
This time, my mother and older brother dropped Chris off at camp and they came home telling me who they saw, who his counselor is and who asked for me. It's funny because my mother asked me just after I had Aimee how I would liken being a mother to being a camp counselor. I thought about it for a bit and realized that being a mother has been very similar to being a counselor. Being a counselor, you are 100 percent responsible for your camper but it is only for the week. You are in charge of showers and being sure that all corners and creases are clean. You are in charge of dressing and putting tags in the back and you are in charge of what goes into their mouths be it food or drink and when they need more and when they have had enough. The first glimpse you get of your camper is an application that the parent filled out back in March that you read the night before the camper arrives. Sometimes they are right on the money and sometimes you wonder who the heck they were talking about because the person you got is nothing like that for good or bad. I can also appreciate the applications more now that I am a mom. I can see why they put in there her favoirite color is red (or purple or blue) when there is a spot for "other comments". It is because those are the first shorts she picks out every morning and it could be a bad day if they are dirty or it is too cold for shorts....It's very similar to dressing Aimee. She picks out her clothes every morning and some of her summer wardrobe that I painstakingly picked out goes unworn in her drawer since she has decided she does not like them. And God forbid you try to put something on Aimee that she doesn't want to wear, it starts the day off all wrong too. Of course the major difference of camp counselor versus mom is that you go home at the end of camp. Being a mom never ends and I mean that in a good way.
So as I sit here reflecting on my past weeks I spent up at camp, I am a bit nostalgic, sad and a bit jealous of all of those that get to go. But I am also thankful. Thankful that I have two beautiful, healthy children. Hopeful too. Hopeful that one day I can go back to camp with my two daughters along with me to experience camp too. Because while I know I will go back to camp at some point, I can't wait to have them with me at Fatima. I also think that being a mom will make me a better counselor because while I have always had the sisterly knowledge of having a special needs person in your life, I can now relate somewhat to how hard it must be for these parents to leave their special children with a complete stranger. I know it's not for everyone and I realize that it's a lot to ask of people, but the experience of it is amazing and I couldn't let the day go by without recognizing it.
But, the volunteers are second only to the parents of these campers. I have seen some amazing parents up there. They do this caretaking for these campers day in and day out with little to no break for campers that are well into their 40s and sometimes 50s. And this is the one week a year that the volunteers take over and give the families a break. I know many of you may be thinking, what is she talking about this for?
Well, 8 years ago I was introduced to camp by a co-worker of mine. I have a younger brother who is Autistic and non-verbal and we had tried for years to get him into this camp we heard so much about. This co-worker suggested I volunteer and that would get my brother into camp no sweat because they really need more counselor volunteers and look favorably on campers whose family volunteers. So I took a week of vacation time and volunteered for a week at Camp Fatima and it forever changed my life. I wish I could explain it to you all, how it is up there, how it makes people feel and how it brings you together with people you otherwise wouldn't have anything in common with. But it's really something you have to experience. It's special and it's amazing. But, since becoming a mother, I have not gone back to camp. It has been 4 years since I was at camp and I miss it. I don't think I will be going back for quite some time since I just can't leave the girls for a week yet, but my brother Chris LOVES it there. It is truly his summer vacation.
I have met some wonderful people at camp too. A group of girls in Cabin 11 who I had a wonderful time getting to know. And you do get to know people when there are 15 of you in a cabin that is about 20 feet by 20 feet. We even had pre-camp meetings to distinguish who would bring papertowels, coolers, games, decorations, etc. But really, it was a chance to get together before the big event. I have met some wonderful guys up there too. I could go on and on about the people up there but really it comes down to how great they all are.
This time, my mother and older brother dropped Chris off at camp and they came home telling me who they saw, who his counselor is and who asked for me. It's funny because my mother asked me just after I had Aimee how I would liken being a mother to being a camp counselor. I thought about it for a bit and realized that being a mother has been very similar to being a counselor. Being a counselor, you are 100 percent responsible for your camper but it is only for the week. You are in charge of showers and being sure that all corners and creases are clean. You are in charge of dressing and putting tags in the back and you are in charge of what goes into their mouths be it food or drink and when they need more and when they have had enough. The first glimpse you get of your camper is an application that the parent filled out back in March that you read the night before the camper arrives. Sometimes they are right on the money and sometimes you wonder who the heck they were talking about because the person you got is nothing like that for good or bad. I can also appreciate the applications more now that I am a mom. I can see why they put in there her favoirite color is red (or purple or blue) when there is a spot for "other comments". It is because those are the first shorts she picks out every morning and it could be a bad day if they are dirty or it is too cold for shorts....It's very similar to dressing Aimee. She picks out her clothes every morning and some of her summer wardrobe that I painstakingly picked out goes unworn in her drawer since she has decided she does not like them. And God forbid you try to put something on Aimee that she doesn't want to wear, it starts the day off all wrong too. Of course the major difference of camp counselor versus mom is that you go home at the end of camp. Being a mom never ends and I mean that in a good way.
So as I sit here reflecting on my past weeks I spent up at camp, I am a bit nostalgic, sad and a bit jealous of all of those that get to go. But I am also thankful. Thankful that I have two beautiful, healthy children. Hopeful too. Hopeful that one day I can go back to camp with my two daughters along with me to experience camp too. Because while I know I will go back to camp at some point, I can't wait to have them with me at Fatima. I also think that being a mom will make me a better counselor because while I have always had the sisterly knowledge of having a special needs person in your life, I can now relate somewhat to how hard it must be for these parents to leave their special children with a complete stranger. I know it's not for everyone and I realize that it's a lot to ask of people, but the experience of it is amazing and I couldn't let the day go by without recognizing it.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Why?
I realize that I have been missing in action for a while and my sincerest apologies as I know when other people's blogs that I enjoy reading go days even weeks without updates I get a bit bummed. But we have been busy around these parts. We made a trip to North Conway to hit Storyland. Though the weather wasn't as nice as we had hoped we did still manage to escape raindrops. Aimee wasn't sure she wanted to go on rides but once we waited in line and finally managed to get on the rides she decided that she instantly wanted to go back on them. So we made it to the flying dutch shoes, the ferris wheel type balloon ride, the antique cars (her personal favorite) and of course the train that takes you all around Storyland. I don't feel as though we saw all of the park. It's not Disneyworld by far but there really is a lot to do. So we had a nice little vacation of 5 days with just the girls and it was a lot of fun.
But we are back now and we came back with a fun new little word....why? To every single question that Aimee asks and I answer, the next word is why? I know that kids go through this and have been a babysitter, cousin, aunt, etc. to many of these questions, but the beauty of those roles is that you can leave the questions after a while. When it is your own child it's not so easy. I am not sure when this phase came into our lives and if she is just being curious or trying to annoy me down to the last nerve of my existence. Either way, it has been a challenging week with the "whys?" as I call them.
Many of them seem to be easily explanable. But many are harder to get into. Like this morning, she wanted to go see daddy but he was in the shower and I told her she had to wait until he was done so of course came "why?" I tried to explain it as best I could because after all, I rarely take a shower alone in the bathroom, she and Nicole are most always in there with me as I take my 90 second morning showers because of the fighting that occurs on the other side of the shower curtain, but that is a post for another day. It was also a hard concept to grasp I am sure because Daddy is often there to help when she has her tubbys. I am not sure I am ready for telling her all the differences between men and women and since there are no boys in our family right now (no, we aren't thinking of adding a third thank you very much...I meant cousins, etc.) she doesn't get the exposure to the differences. So after a while, the why's got to me and I decided to use something a friend suggested and I threw out there and simply responded....because it is an elephant. That actually seemed to work for a bit and we got onto the business of getting dressed and ready for school. Strange huh?
So that is basically it. That is where we have been. Up next for us is yet another trek up North because it was nice to get away. I wouldn't call it a vacation because really when you have kids do you have a vacation? It's really just a change of scenery for a while. Of course we saw all of the scenery because what else can you do when your children wake up at 6AM each morning except start the day with them? Could explain why I am typically ready for bed when I put them down.
But we are back now and we came back with a fun new little word....why? To every single question that Aimee asks and I answer, the next word is why? I know that kids go through this and have been a babysitter, cousin, aunt, etc. to many of these questions, but the beauty of those roles is that you can leave the questions after a while. When it is your own child it's not so easy. I am not sure when this phase came into our lives and if she is just being curious or trying to annoy me down to the last nerve of my existence. Either way, it has been a challenging week with the "whys?" as I call them.
Many of them seem to be easily explanable. But many are harder to get into. Like this morning, she wanted to go see daddy but he was in the shower and I told her she had to wait until he was done so of course came "why?" I tried to explain it as best I could because after all, I rarely take a shower alone in the bathroom, she and Nicole are most always in there with me as I take my 90 second morning showers because of the fighting that occurs on the other side of the shower curtain, but that is a post for another day. It was also a hard concept to grasp I am sure because Daddy is often there to help when she has her tubbys. I am not sure I am ready for telling her all the differences between men and women and since there are no boys in our family right now (no, we aren't thinking of adding a third thank you very much...I meant cousins, etc.) she doesn't get the exposure to the differences. So after a while, the why's got to me and I decided to use something a friend suggested and I threw out there and simply responded....because it is an elephant. That actually seemed to work for a bit and we got onto the business of getting dressed and ready for school. Strange huh?
So that is basically it. That is where we have been. Up next for us is yet another trek up North because it was nice to get away. I wouldn't call it a vacation because really when you have kids do you have a vacation? It's really just a change of scenery for a while. Of course we saw all of the scenery because what else can you do when your children wake up at 6AM each morning except start the day with them? Could explain why I am typically ready for bed when I put them down.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Weekend Review
Since I do have the beauty of working part time, the girls and I are together on Fridays which gave us a great opportunity to meet up with a friend of mine and her son to have a day at a local pond with a beach. When I tell you that the girls had a fantastic time, I am not exaggerating in the least bit. They are in love with beach, sand, water and picnicking.
We met up with my friend and her son at their house in Plymouth and went to a section of Long Pond where there is the cutest little beach set up. Now the toughest part of this is trying to cross an albeit quiet street with a toddler and preschooler whilst carting our stuff to and from said beach. Admittedly it was a bit easier to get to the beach because of the anticipation of going to the sand and water. Coming out of the water and heading to the dreaded car with thoughts of going home don't quite elicit the same response. As we were gearing up for the ride home, Aimee informed me that she had to use the potty and of course there was not a one in sight. So I had to do some quick thinking and she squatted next to the car and we did okay. I even was able to dilute the puddle with some bottled water and I am sure with the temperature outside that day it was evaporated fairly quickly. Though in the back of my mind I knew this action of letting her squat would come back to me and but being hopeful I dismissed it quickly. You see she also learned at the beach with some friends a few weeks ago to pee in the ocean. I am not too fond of this way of thinking but what is done is done and I am sure we have all done it.
Saturday the girls went to visit Gary's parents and I took a quick trip to the mall in search of an outfit for a reception we were going to later that day. The couple eloped on Nantucket over the 4th of July in what looked like from the pictures to be a perfect type of day. But the reception was Saturday and when I put on the outfit I had assumed I would wear, I instantly hated it and the fact that my thyroid issues as well as the two pregnancies...oh all right and my lack of self control in the eating department...have left me with at least 25 pounds that I desperately need to shed. So I went in vain to find the perfect outfit to wear. I found some clothes, hoping to supplement with what I had at home to put together an outfit. I can do the really dressy and the really casual no problem but a simple backyard reception eluded me as to what to wear. Most ladies said easily, wear a sundress but my large arms, chest and upper body make me look awful in a sundress. In any event, I did manage to squeak an outfit out of a pair of capris I bought as well as a shirt I had in my closet and away we went to the reception and lasted until the rain started to come in at about 5PM and then went home to relieve my brother and sister in law of their babysitting duties and thank them over and over for doing that favor for us.
Yesterday I woke up alone in bed, which hardly ever happens but when it does I know that Gary is up before me and is taking care of the girls. So I rolled over, looked to see it was 6:30 AM (on a Sunday people, do any kids sleep late. Never mind, I don't want to know) and I closed my eyes for a few minutes to try to get back into sleep mode. But I was jolted awake by Gary's cries to Aimee of "Why did you do that?"Now if anyone has done any psychology of the child brain, they would know that why questions don't really get answered until at least the age of 4 so we have about a year to go. So I jumped out of bed, threw on my glasses to investigate and see Aimee in tears, Nicole searching for a lost toy and Gary perplexed with a puddle on the living room hardwood floors. When I asked what happened, Gary said " she just stood there, squatted and peed." Now you all remember my teaching her that outside the car. Apparently the preschool mind cannot separate when you do which type of pottying and where to do it. So I had to admit amongst my fits of laughter why she did this. Gary was none too pleased and I told him hey, it's part of the whole show. You bought your ticket for parenthood, you got two beautiful girls and this is how it is goes. I am not sure if it was the tears of laughter rolling down my face or the puddle (that I ended up cleaning up) that really got to him.
We met up with my friend and her son at their house in Plymouth and went to a section of Long Pond where there is the cutest little beach set up. Now the toughest part of this is trying to cross an albeit quiet street with a toddler and preschooler whilst carting our stuff to and from said beach. Admittedly it was a bit easier to get to the beach because of the anticipation of going to the sand and water. Coming out of the water and heading to the dreaded car with thoughts of going home don't quite elicit the same response. As we were gearing up for the ride home, Aimee informed me that she had to use the potty and of course there was not a one in sight. So I had to do some quick thinking and she squatted next to the car and we did okay. I even was able to dilute the puddle with some bottled water and I am sure with the temperature outside that day it was evaporated fairly quickly. Though in the back of my mind I knew this action of letting her squat would come back to me and but being hopeful I dismissed it quickly. You see she also learned at the beach with some friends a few weeks ago to pee in the ocean. I am not too fond of this way of thinking but what is done is done and I am sure we have all done it.
Saturday the girls went to visit Gary's parents and I took a quick trip to the mall in search of an outfit for a reception we were going to later that day. The couple eloped on Nantucket over the 4th of July in what looked like from the pictures to be a perfect type of day. But the reception was Saturday and when I put on the outfit I had assumed I would wear, I instantly hated it and the fact that my thyroid issues as well as the two pregnancies...oh all right and my lack of self control in the eating department...have left me with at least 25 pounds that I desperately need to shed. So I went in vain to find the perfect outfit to wear. I found some clothes, hoping to supplement with what I had at home to put together an outfit. I can do the really dressy and the really casual no problem but a simple backyard reception eluded me as to what to wear. Most ladies said easily, wear a sundress but my large arms, chest and upper body make me look awful in a sundress. In any event, I did manage to squeak an outfit out of a pair of capris I bought as well as a shirt I had in my closet and away we went to the reception and lasted until the rain started to come in at about 5PM and then went home to relieve my brother and sister in law of their babysitting duties and thank them over and over for doing that favor for us.
Yesterday I woke up alone in bed, which hardly ever happens but when it does I know that Gary is up before me and is taking care of the girls. So I rolled over, looked to see it was 6:30 AM (on a Sunday people, do any kids sleep late. Never mind, I don't want to know) and I closed my eyes for a few minutes to try to get back into sleep mode. But I was jolted awake by Gary's cries to Aimee of "Why did you do that?"Now if anyone has done any psychology of the child brain, they would know that why questions don't really get answered until at least the age of 4 so we have about a year to go. So I jumped out of bed, threw on my glasses to investigate and see Aimee in tears, Nicole searching for a lost toy and Gary perplexed with a puddle on the living room hardwood floors. When I asked what happened, Gary said " she just stood there, squatted and peed." Now you all remember my teaching her that outside the car. Apparently the preschool mind cannot separate when you do which type of pottying and where to do it. So I had to admit amongst my fits of laughter why she did this. Gary was none too pleased and I told him hey, it's part of the whole show. You bought your ticket for parenthood, you got two beautiful girls and this is how it is goes. I am not sure if it was the tears of laughter rolling down my face or the puddle (that I ended up cleaning up) that really got to him.
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