Saturday

Fall Favorites: Easy Pumpkin Chip Pancakes & Pumpkin Ice Cream Pie

Yay! It's Halloween! Happy Halloween everyone! Here are a couple of recipes I made this week. Seriously, some pumpkin love don't get much easier than this!

My whole family loves everything pumpkin. Thank goodness, because I heart pumpkin. So I'm gonna share some of my favorite pumpkin recipes over the next few weekends.


These first two are to.die.for. and I just made them this week (not in the same meal though) so they're fresh in my pumpkin repertoire.


Pumpkin chip pancakes


Ingredients:

Pancake mix (use directions for the 12-18 servings and yes, pancake mix, I'm that creative)
1 cup canned pumpkin
1 tsp pumpkin spice
1 cup chocolate chips

Directions:
Make pancake mix according to directions, then add pumpkin, pumpkin spice and chocolate chips. I used metal cookie cutters and cut out tombstone, skull and cat shapes. But these were deelish! And supereasy.

Pumpkin Ice Cream Pie

(This recipe was from my best friend, Clairanne, who discovered it on National Geographic Kids here. We just made a couple changes.

Ingredients:
1/2 gallon vanilla ice cream
1/2 cup canned pumpkin
1/2 cup sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp ginger
1/4 tsp salt
dash nutmeg
dash cloves
12 miniature graham cracker shells
whipped cream (optional)

Directions:
Allow ice cream to soften in fridge or on counter for about 20 minutes. Mix pumpkin, sugar and spices in a bowl. Add softened ice cream and stir. Spoon ice cream into each little pie crust, each one takes about 1 1/2 large spoonfuls. Put finished pies on a cookie sheet and put in freezer. Allow about 3-4 hours for ice cream to freeze. Serve with dollop of whipped cream.

My kids LOVED this and I served it at a Halloween party this week. I'm also making this tonight for my parents and probably again at Thanksgiving. The ice cream tastes AMAZING! This is the awesomest.

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Friday

Look What You Did!

I had a little Halloween party with the moms from my preemie moms group at my house Thursday (I was Batgirl) and look what showed up on my doorstep! How fitting!!

lookwhatyoudid

Those are preemie and newborn outfits, wipes, and photo albums from Jessi and Pubsgal! I HEART YOU GUYS! You have no idea what this means to me. And I'm also going to head out this weekend to get even more supplies with donations we've received! Thank you so so much for donating, truly, you have melted my heart!!

What I'm doing if you don't know: my preemie moms group is throwing baby showers for the families who have babies in the NICUs, offering them a time-out from the chaos and celebrating their new arrivals with them. Many did not get a chance to have their babyshowers because their babies came too early. So that's what we're doing! We have 250 bags to pack! We're packing up the bags on Sunday so if you would like to donate to this wonderful cause there's a button right up there on my sidebar (to the right) and I'm shopping for preemie stuff and other items for the bags this weekend!

Thank you again to all who have donated so far, you are truly a blessing to me and these families.
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Wednesday

Weigh-in Wednesday: Shrinkaversary! And The Tale of the Tri-Pounds

Shrink-a-Versary Challenge with the Sisterhood!

We're coming up on the one-year Shrink-a-Versary at the Sisterhood! One whole year of shrinkage!

(That sounds funny.)

Anyways, in honor of the Shrinkaversary, the month of November is going to be really super fun! With a giveaway EVERY SINGLE DAY! 30 giveaways!! And all you have to do is leave a comment to be entered into the giveaways!

I know I probably overshot the runway with the great news of the giveaways but stay with me here because there's more. TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!

Well sort of. It can be, if you let it! There is a new challenge starting today at the Sisterhood, and if you join, you will be among a wonderful group of women trying to lose weight together. We share tips, recipes, workouts, and the best part is, we share support. It doesn't matter if you've never been to the Sisterhood before, it doesn't matter if you've never worked out a day in your life. All that matters is that you're wanting to make some life changes and you want some support and encouragement.

We all need it. Safety in numbers, as I always say!

So won't you join us? We weigh in every Wednesday, all you have to do is post about your progress on Wednesdays and link to it at the Sisterhood. If you don't have a blog, just a quick update in the comments with your e-mail address. And we've got so much planned during this challenge, we'll be logging our walk and run miles and it's going to be fun! It'll be like a Sisterhood of Globetrotters! Just lace up and get on your globetrotter socks and headband (well not really, but we might! you never know what can go on at the sisterhood!) and we'll start moving.

Come on! The challenge wraps up right around the holidays, so don't you have a holiday party you wanna look HOT FOR?? Or instead of WAITING until after the New Year like everyone else to get started, don't you wanna get started NOW? SO YOU WON'T HAVE TO!???

Let's go, sisters! Lace em up! Let's get to a place in our life where we are uberhappy with ourselves because let's face it, if we ain't happy, ain't no one in our lives happy.

You can head right over to the scale RIGHT NOW and get your starting weight and go weigh in at the Sisterhood. Go on over, I'll wait, but come back when you're done!

Ok, so for my first weigh-in.

Turns out, I gain weight after every triathlon.

I don't know why, there's got to be some sort of scientific explanation involved or something. Sometimes I eat recklessly afterward, sometimes I don't and even so, I gain upwards of 3 pounds afterward and it's gone by Thursday. Never by Wednesday, because that would mean it'd be gone by weigh-in day and we wouldn't have that, would we?

Today, two of the three pounds I gained are gone, so that means, today, I have gained a pound since last Wednesday. I don't really count it, but it's Wednesday and it's weigh-in day and technically I'm up a pound so whatever.

I'm not too worried about it.

I will be worried if I'm up again next week. I took a few days off from exercising this week just to rest a little but I'm hopping back to it on Friday. I actually MISS IT!

So let's get moving again, okay?? I'm excited! Join us, will ya??
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Tuesday

Just Sitting Here Drinking a Juice Box

I just opened the fridge and thought, with the day I've had, I could really use some Motts for Tots.

Nothin' like a nice, cool, Fruit Punch Motts for Tots juice box to wash your worries away.

I was going to begin the day's post with this:

Someone or someone-times-two got a hold of chalk and made my coffee table a chalkboard.

Nice.

Not a big deal.

Except for the scratches. Sweet.

Hang on. I'm gettin to the bottom of my juice box and the straw won't get it all and I'm having to slurp. This could take a second.

Boy there really isn't a lot of juice in this thing.

Anyhoo. I tried to take a picture of the chalk but my camera battery was dead. So I left the chalk sitting there on the table until the battery charged nice and good and I could take a picture of it.

Somewhere in between the chalk and now, I dropped my son off at school and went to Home Depot to procure some fall gardening supplies. I'm batting about a 50-50 in sustaining plant life now, I guess now is as good a time as ever to bring that up.

I'm known as the Grim Reaper of plants.

My husband says the plants in the garden sections cower when I walk in.

He calls my hanging baskets, "hanging CASKETS".

I guess he wonders why I kill them and keep buying them, because I am a gardening failure. I guess each time I get more plants, it is with a renewed hope and faith within myself that I will turn my inner gardener around.

But he's probably right. Either I should hire a gardener (after we hit Power Ball) or just buy some pretty stones.

Because I'm real good at buying plants and planting plants and watering them. For about the first week. Then I walk by them and think "uh oh, I really should water that guy, he's looking a little sad." And then I don't. And eventually my son brings it up. "Mommy, why is he sad?" And then I feel bad. So today, one of my projects was to nurse two hanging plants back to life by repotting them. The two very same that are flowery and leafy in this picture right here.

Unfortunately they do not look like that anymore.

In fact, looking at how beautiful they once were made me feel like a big giant jerk just now.

Hang on. Finishing the juice box. May have to crack open another.

Well, the soil on my poor plants was all old anyway because even when I'd try to water it, the water would go straight through the pot and right out, so what I really needed to do was repot them. And this is a pretty big deal. Normally they'd die before I get a chance to repot them. So we're getting somewhere.

See? I'm working on it.

But as I'm wandering out of Home Depot with Mini, I get to the car and the car won't start.

And as luck would have it, I forgot to plug in my cell phone last night and there was barely a charge.

Batting 0 in the battery department today.

I eeked out a call to AAA and the fine gentleman was there to rescue me within 15 minutes and my husband was quick to respond as well. Oh it's nice being a damsel in distress once in a while! Husband and AAA guy to the rescue!!

The AAA guy put in a new battery and I was on my way. I put my phone on my charger and now it's fulla juice. Kinda like me, come to think of it. And my camera is charged. Gosh life stinks when nothing's charged.

Piece of advice: if phone is not charged, don't forget car charger. However, car charger won't work if battery is dead anyway, so just make sure phone is charged.

Mini and I gardened for the rest of the morning, nursing my plants back to life and putting up some belatedly fall decorations and remulching. When my other son got home, we finished up the gardening and by we I mean me, in between chasing them back to our yard from our neighbors or from the street or breaking up fights over who gets to ride the tricycle or use the bubble mower or wear the helmet. They probably both should be wearing helmets at all times, who are we kidding.

Ps. Is it bad for kids to dig into Miracle Grow potting soil? Don't answer that.

So now I'm sitting here drinking a juice box and the kids are in bed after taking long hot baths because we were all hot messes from the dirt and fertilizer.

Off for more juice now, and a shower. Good day.


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We're sharing birth stories and pictures for the virtual babyshower! Click here to read and share, one lucky sharer gets a "Serenity Now" gift package! Not a mommy? Share any story and or picture of a family member/friend! Link it up, you have till Thursday!!

The winner of a necklace from my Etsy shop is Mendie at The Little Ladybug That Could! Go browse around and e-mail me your choice and your snail mail! (christieo_7 at msn.com)

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Monday

Vlogging is not my forte! But there's a race-day update. If that counts.

Normally this would be a Mantra Monday. But since this is the post-race recap, I'm going to do some preempting. And a little video blogging.

Yes, I was hoping to vlog Friday night. Before the race. But then it turned out to be so much more complicated than that because of course nothing can be that easy. And then I accidentally erased entire parts of the video which I still have no idea how or why. There was some dancing and some pre-race pasta in there, and well, now you get some beginning and some end.

But this was educational for me. Hope you enjoy my cheesyness in all of its Velveeta-ey cheesy goodness.



So. All of that being said.

Wanna know how it really went?

Sigh.

Here we go.

Well, to put it mildly, I had a bit of a rough go at first. The water was cold. It wasn't that cold, but it was cold enough for my body to go, hey, man! What the hell! And then it took me a while to catch my breath with all the flailing and thrashing limbs about, and I may or may not have just bobbed there for a good minute or two thinking about whether or not I was actually going to make it to the bouy way the hell far away from me, that little dot on the horizon from me really, and I even actually did have the thought that I might not even try because it seemed so impossible. And those surfboards were right there, ready to take me away if I wanted them to.

Yes. All the training I have done and I was about to bite it on the swim, that easy. I even had this amazing swim earlier this week, this huge breakthrough swim! And even after all the murk-swimming and facing my fears and all of that, even still, I came thisclose to throwing in the proverbial towel.

I can't describe in words how disappointed I am in myself. How could this happen?

Even my inner monologue was completely turned off. I couldn't even trash-talk myself into moving. I was blank. There were no words in my head for the person who gets stuck in the words in her own head. Nothing.

Eventually I felt my body ready to move forward, but I still didn't even put my head in the water, I swam freestyle with my head on top of the water for most of the swim, just trying to make it to point B. And it took me literally FOR.E.VER. I was watching my watch tick by and the time get longer and longer and finally I got to the end, ran through the sand and into transition, said forget it to my gloves, just threw on my shoes and helmet and took off. I couldn't even believe I had made it out of the water to my bike.

My horrible swim had tired me out so much and I had given myself a target time of an hour and 30 minutes but still I had some serious making up to do and all I could do was pump my legs to start passing people. My mind was still turned off, so I just pushed. I let the adrenaline take over and I pushed through the 10 mile ride as fast as I could, eventually passing people and that felt good, really good, and I started to get choked up because my mind was turning back on and I realized that I was still persevering through this bike and kicking some ass on it, despite my hugely disappointing swim. I was going to finish strong no matter what it took and I felt that.

I got to the end, racked my bike, threw on my fugly shoes and hoofed. Hard. Historically, I haven't been able to run fast after biking or biking and swimming. I haven't been able to pull less than a 36 minute 5k. And this time, I hadn't been able to really catch my breath since the swim but I was booking anyway. Having your age written on your calf was so beneficial to me because I knew when I was passing someone in my age group and I knew when they were passing me. And eventually I got to a pack of people in my age group who kept trying to pass me, we kept going back and forth, but I kicked it into gear and made a big jump ahead and left them in the dust. Yes I did. I don't feel bad either.

I crossed the finish line at 1 hour and 32 minutes. Two minutes past my goal. And with a 32 minute 5k.

Yes, I completely sucked it in the swim. Things go wrong you wouldn't have anticipated. You do things you never thought you'd do. But it's overcoming it that counts. Yes, I did finish 31st out of 45, toward the back of the pack, rather than the middle. But I beat my 5k time. And I met the time goal I had set ahead of time. So I'm still proud. I can't believe I almost gave up but I actually finished anyway. I mean, in going back to that place in my head where I thought it was completely impossible, I mean truly impossible! It was a terrible feeling.

But having figured out how to do it anyway even if it wasn't the way I would have wanted to or in the time I would have wanted to does count for something.

It's all one big fat learning experience and I have a lot to take with me on this one. And since it was the last tri of the season, I have a whole new set of goals ahead of me. I want to run longer. I want to train in heat and colder water so I can be ready for that. I want to tone up some more and add muscle to my upper body. I want to work on my transition times. I want to work on my sucky vlogging (haha!)

Anyhoo. I passed a 74 year old woman and yelled, "YOU'RE AWESOME!" and got choked up because she truly was AWESOME. I hope I am her one day.
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Sunday

Fall Favorites: Egg and Bacon Costume (The best pregnant costume EVER!)

As promised, a preggo costume this week! This is a quick costume so if you have a belly (or your husband does!) and you wanna throw something together quickly, here you go: my husband and I as "Bacon and Eggs" for Halloween!


When I was a hundredty months pregnant with my second son, we were invited to a Halloween party and the first thing I thought of to incorporate my belly was: Eggs and bacon.

My husband was thrilled.

I sold him on it because I told him he could wear all black, and just drape some bacon around his neck.

Fake bacon, of course. Real bacon would just be weird. I think he thought I meant real bacon until I started draping bacon-looking foam around his neck and saw his disappointment.

Sorry for the grainy-ness, I'm not even sure where I got the picture from. I think it was our ancient camera. But it looks like real bacon, right?? So here's how you make it.

Note: If you happen to make this costume, won't you let me know how it went and send me pictures? I have noticed a LOT of people coming here to be eggs and bacon this year! Yes, even if we don't know each other, tell me how the costume went!! christieo_7 at msn dot com!

Materials for Egg:
-From fabric store, 6 yds of white felt, kind of stiff
-1 yard of yellow spandex
-glue gun/glue
-strips of stick-on velcro

Directions: I eyeballed this one, to be honest. I held the felt up to my body to see how big I wanted to cut out the circle. I went with right at my neck and then around my thighs. I cut it out in a wavy circle, then used the front as a pattern and cut the back. Then I took the front panel, pushed it up against my belly, and cut a whole around my belly. I glued the front panel to the back panel around the edges, leaving armholes open.

Then, I took the spandex and cut a strip big enough to wrap around my body's midsection and cover up my belly. I cut out strips of velcro and attached them to each end of the spandex so it would close in the back and be hidden by the back panel of the eggwhite. Voila! A costume.


Directions for bacon:

Materials:

-one a big roll of white foam from the fabric store
-black, dark brown, and red spray paint
-plastic string or ribbon

Cut foam into one big 4 foot strip. Then, cut that piece in half, lengthwise. You should have two long rectangles, about 4 feet long. On both strips, use the scissors to make the sides of the bacon wavy all the way up both sides and the tops. Take the strips outside with the spray paint and make sure you have a surface you won't ruin with spraypaint (I put them on a big piece of cardboard on the grass). Along the edges, spray with black spray paint. Then, spray one red stripe down the middle of both pieces. Fill in the rest with some of the brown to get that crisp bacon look. Haha! It is really so easy. Then, cut two holes at the top corners of each piece of bacon. Loop the ribbon or plastic string through the holes on one piece of bacon, then loop them through the holes on the other strip of bacon. You may have to play with the length of the string to suit your loving husband/partner. Have them wear all black.


Stick a fork in it you're done! (How do I look?)

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Saturday

Tri Sort of Update

Had a great race! Well, there were highs and lows and I can't wait to recap, (things always have a way of popping up and blindsiding you when you least expect it...)

And I will recap soon (very interesting) but you see, I get these horrible headaches after I do these things and they last the whole day (like still, right now, at 10 at night). I got my vlog all (almost) done and I'll post recap soon when my head doesn't feel like a log split in half.

Thanks for all the good luck wishes! I used them all!

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Friday

Tri-Eve and a pending Vlog

All week I was excited but today my hands are numb and what do you know, I'm actually nervous.

(HANG ON, I'M GOING TO GO OUTSIDE AND SCREAM REAL QUICK!)

(ok. it's out. all better.)

Tomorrow's tri day. The last one of the season. And I'm a party of one.

The husband and kids can't go. There's soccer.

Thankfully, I will be riding with a girl from my tri-group so I won't truly be rolling up on my own and competing on my own and packing up and going home on my own. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but when you have all sorts of people cheering other people on it can feel a little lonely to not have someone there cheering you on. But I will have myself! And that does count for something.

In the last one I did, the swim was canceled and I am hopeful that tomorrow the swim will stay on despite my reading that it's stingray mating season and there are a record number of stings this year and note to self about being careful about reading certain message boards before future triathlons.

And I practiced vlogging yesterday (yes, I actually practiced!) so that I can post a vlog today, my very first one! In my practice I have come to find that a certain gray shirt I was wearing yesterday was not flattering for the camera and that I have a good and a marginal side of my face.

All very pertinent research.

Also, I've learned that I look more like a robot when I'm on camera acting like "all business" than when I am acting like myself and somewhat animated. So I will try not to be all business and try to be myself but when that "record" button is pushed, it's like something happens and my animation turns off. I'll try to ignore.

So after I pick out something a little more flattering and make sure I'm looking at the camera on my good side, I'll record and post.

Meantime, I was over at the Sisterhood this week talking about redefining yourself, so please head over and check it out. See you later! Or rather, you'll see me later!


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Ps. Photo Contest going on! Let's get to know each other and our finer moments!! READ: Don't make me feel all alone in putting out my hospital picture to the world!


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Thursday

UPDATE on Photo Contest!!!!! And Other Fun! (Including Prizes!)

Get out your hospital pics, mommas, we're playing some shower games!!! There are two games, actually -- one for RIGHT NOW! And then a PHOTO CONTEST that starts today but ends on Sunday (sort of) -- where YOU will be able to vote for the winner!

Boy, virtual baby showers are surprisingly fun!!! Who knew!

OK, welcome to the first game! Your first task is to look at the following picture, and list all the things you see in it and e-mail me your answers (christieo_7 at msn dot com). There are a lot of items hiding, so not everyone will get it right (I think. Or maybe you all will, who knows! Maybe I won't even get it right!)

The trick is, I'm not telling you how many items there are to find! So there!

The first one who sends me all the correct answers in an e-mail wins a necklace from my Etsy shop, Inspire Me Chic Boutique.

*Note: anything yellow duckie-related doesn't count, that's all just in there to throw you off and yes, the duck has a fro and is wearing a party hat. It's a party, why wouldn't he! This game closes quickly, at 1 a.m. Easter Time (late Thursday/early Friday.) Winner announced Friday!

So while (or after) you're finished, onto GAME NUMBER 2:

The photo contest carnival!

Get out your best, hottest, hospital or homebirth or where-ever you had you've given birth-photo and by best I actually mean worst! Not a mommy? Send in your craziest, silliest baby photo of you, your friend, your mom, your niece nephew or brother, or even better, a hospital picture of someone you know (I'm not responsible for their anger at your posting them on the internet, so make sure you get permission first!) Just to be clear: if you're a mommy, the picture should be of you. If you're not a mommy, any silly birth-related photo will do.

I will start it off right here, my own Thank you so much, dear husband, for snapping a picture of me right at that moment.

HAWT, RIGHT??? This was after the birth of my first child, who was a preemie, but since this is about making light of our birthstories and having fun (!!! )I'll tell you that literally, my child popped out 20 seconds before my husband pressed that button. My default when someone is holding up a camera at me is to smile. And that's what makes me laugh at that photo. Inside, I was doing the polar opposite of smiling, yet, when he held up that camera, my first instinct was to smile anyway! The funnier picture might've been the picture he took of himself during the early part of labor when he was trying to make me laugh, wearing the unused disposable pee pot on his head. (Maybe I'll coerce him into letting me share it.. )

Now, of course all of us mommies will think all the other mommies are beautiful after giving birth because we all are beautiful after having given birth (right?) But I may have a photo or two which does not happen to be my favorite in the world, so dig em out, let's compare and tell the story behind it! Is there one that stands out? Is your hair standing up? Is there one where you're just so googly-eyed but your husband snapped away anyway without your knowledge and you only found out about it days later while scrolling through the digital photos? Post it on your blog and tell the story, and link it up right here! Sure, there's a prize, but the best part will be visiting everyone's crazy birth photos!

Changing the rules here!! Make sure you get your photo in by NOON THURSDAY EASTERN TIME. Winner chosen by randomness on Wednesday!

UPDATE!! Originally, it was going to be a judging-contest, but honestly? I can't judge these pictures! They're all beautiful because these are true, hardcore women moments and in the spirit of making light of our funny pictures and getting to know each other, I just can't judge them! So there. No judging, but you will get a prize so join the linky.

The winner will be announced on Friday, October 30th (just in time for Halloween!) The winner will receive a "Serenity Now" spa pack that includes a loose tea ball, my favorite loose tea, essential oils and an essential oil burner among other fun surprises!

Why am I doing this again, you ask, and what on earth is this Virtual Baby Shower I speak of, you ask?

My preemie mom's group is helping to throw a baby shower for families with babies in several hospital NICUs here. We are packing 250 bags and we still need some stuff, like preemie outfits, onesies and hats, gift cards to restaurants and gas stations, unscented hand lotion and toiletries, etc. etc. (There's a comprehensive list here.) There is just over one week left before we start packing the bags and then we are actually throwing six showers soon after that. SIX!

So right here, I'm throwing a virtual baby shower, hoping that you, out there in bloggyworld, will help me by donating some items for the shower or making a donation on my sidebar right there which will allow me to pick up whatever you have in mind. *Note* You do not have to donate anything to participate in these games, this is all about the fun. Should you happen to want to donate or send something (e-mail me @ christieo_7 at msn dot com) out of the kindness of your heart, that would be wonderful.

Happy fun showerness! Link 'er up and share!!!
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We Are THAT Family Carnival

I love reading Kristen over at We Are THAT Family because in so many ways, we are THAT family too. (You know the ones). And if you don't, I'll tell you which ones. My husband knew were were those ones and he married me anyway. I think secretly he liked the crazyness and chaos from my family that added so much spice and pepper to his conservative, orderly life. (He's reading this shaking his head and laughing at me right now but he knows deep down I'm right.) Because this is how we do things.

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When my oldest son was just a few months old, I was hanging out with my parents and they suggested that I leave him with them for the night. As I think back, I'm thinking, "Sweet!" But at the time, of course, I wasn't quite sure about it; he'd never been away from us yet and we weren't really prepared for in mentally and he was our first child and you freak out over everything with your first child. But it was kind of on the fly, so we eventually agreed.

The only problem was that no one in my my family was a carseat expert. So no one in my family knew how to put the carseat into my parents' car properly.

So we all piled into the car. We put the carseat in the best way we could configure, my sister and I sat in the back on either side of the carseat (I remember holding onto it for dear life, just in case we did it wrong) and my parents were in the front. We didn't know, really, where we were going but we thought firestations did this type of thing so we went to the firehouse.

When we pulled up, there was no real door on the outside, so we all sat in the car in the parking lot/slash/makeshift driveway (basically the firestation's front yard), debating whether to send my dad up to find a door, and we were all talking and it got louder and we all began shouting, and finally voted my dad into going up -- when all of a sudden my mom just leaned over my dad and started wildly honking the horn.

Well that's just great.

Now firemen began spilling out of the firehouse. Literally. The garage door went up and they came out of there. They came out from around the side and the back. There were at least 10 of them.

I wanted to die.

Because of course, how do you even start from that? They're thinking there's some sort of an emergency. But in my mom's mind, she's thinking, "See? That's all you had to do!" However, we're all ashamed of ourselves and all mortified and dying inside because there must've been a better way but of course no one was coming up with anything because we were all just arguing over what that better way was, which was going to end up being sending my dad up because he always gets the vote to do something we all don't want to. It's so unfair living with three women. I really don't know how he did it.

So these fine gentlemen have now surrounded our car, and I'm stammering because they're all so good looking! I feel like I'm in high school again and my mom has embarrassed me, so my mom just starts to speak up and tells them we need help putting the carseat in.

Of course we discover we had it in completely wrong all the way to the firehouse (I could just DIE KNOWING THIS, thank GOD nothing happened) and the men fixed it and we were on our way.

It would comfort me a little if I knew this was a one-shot thing, but outings with my family often turn into screaming in the car, usually in the drive-through when we are all telling my dad what we want at the same time and the lady in the speaker is talking and he can't hear her OR us, all he hears is white noise at this point -- children screaming "I want popcorn chicken!" "I want a Queen Amidalla Cup!" from the back and my mom ordering in his ear next to him.

And then when finally he's had it up to here and he yells into the speaker box, "FORGET IT! WE'RE COMING IN!"

Which of course silences the entire car because now we have to show our shamed faces inside the restaurant.

Nothing in my family is easy. My husband has been the guy in the drive-through with us all ordering in his ear. He knows.

Yes. We are THAT family. I know the ones.
How bout you? Head on over to We Are THAT Family to hear more great family embarrassments!

Wednesday

Weigh-In Wednesday: The Finale! (Get a Look at my cans!)

Shrink for Good with the Sisterhood!

For this six week challenge, I've lost 7 pounds, a post told best by pictures:

My CANS:
paradeofcans!

canstack

Oh come on. Don't tell me you thought I was showing you pictures of something else...Yes, these are actual cans. But who are we kidding. I think there might be one lone dude reading this blog and it's my husband.

Oh and yes, my little parade-leader-can is wearing a hat and carrying a (fake) baton (i.e. pipe cleaner.)

So that's what 7 pounds looks like and it's going, along with a larger lot of food, to the Metropolitan Ministries in my area. What a wonderful challenge Lose for Good was, wasn't it??? I LOVED IT!

I also happen to have lost some inches! According to the string test, I've lost approximately 2 inches around my hippage region, one around each thigh, and one around my waist. So, yes! There is less of me to stuff into my fullbodyspandexsuit on Saturday! Sweet.

Since I'm on the topic of Saturday, the last triathlon of the season, I want to share a fun fact with you that will make you all feel better about open water swimming should you choose to do it which you probably won't now for about 6-8 months, but just in case.

It appeared magically, as if by some stroke of wonderful karma, on my sidebar right there in the WellSphere facts, yesterday. I know. Coincidence? I think not.

"You're more likely to be struck by lightning while putting on
your wetsuit than to get bitten by a shark."
I would really love to believe this fact (well, since I am not wearing a wetsuit but I do live in the lightning capital of the world -- hey! come to think of it I wonder if the researchers were in Florida!) but the journalist in me would like to see the documents and/or research on it to confirm or deny that reports. Oh, just forget it, for now I'll play ignoramus and go with it since I'll be swimming on Saturday and I'll use any factoid to get my head in the right place. Or I'll just do like last time and follow the swimcap in front of me.

I bet you're wondering what's next for me. Or maybe not. But if you are, I'm doing a couple running races over the coming months, but I will be starting a 3 month plan very soon to begin training for the St. Anthony's Triathlon, which is an Olympic distance rather than a sprint (about twice the length of the ones I have done). I don't know if it was the greasy spoon diner we went to after our workout on Sunday with my tri group or the icy (yes, icy, in Florida) wind that got to me, but we all got to discussing it and right there I decided that needed to be my next goal but there is a good chance I'll look back while I'm standing at the edge of the water for that one and think, "Hmmm. This seemed like a good idea at the time."

But I'm always up for a good challenge. Meantime, there's a ton of new stuff going on at the Sisterhood soon, (hint hint) but for now you better get over there to get a look at the can parade going on! Everyone's showing off their cans! Plus, there's a "biggest loser" for the challenge and she's AMAZING! How did you do??
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Toothbrush Song

The Toothbrush Song
(to the tune of the ABC song)
(and as referred to in yesterday's post).
Lyrics by Christie O.

A-B-C-D-E-F-G!
This is how we brush our teeth.
Front to back and side to siiiiiiiide.......
TOOTHBRUSH ON A WILD RIIIIDE!!!
A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
This is how we brush our teeth!
(Helpful hint: You really gotta draw out the "side" and "ride" in the song if you want to sing it right.)
Use as necessary. rinse and repeat. the end.
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Tuesday

Things in My Head Today

-I saw one lone ant in my bathroom this morning. Was it truly just one? Or is there an army somewhere?
-I have written a song about toothbrushing. On the fly, of course, because that's how MomBrain works.
-Speaking of songs, if you chant, "Keep the water in the tub! Keep the water in the tub!" eventually you'll start dancing and singing it to the tune of the thrasher song "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor!"
-I don't feel I'm ready and/or organized for my day today and I have to be out the door in 20 minutes.
-I am the only stay-at-home-mom on my softball team. That made me laugh this morning for no reason whatsoever.
-The minivan is trashed inside.
-Have you seen the Virtual Baby Shower going on here? Click the button right above this post! NICU mommies need us! I'm planning a shower game for the blog on Thursday so come back here Thursday. Don't forget.
-My three-year-old is asking for carrots right now because he "can't see better right now". Um, okay! Carrots it is!
-Which reminds me, in an effort to coerce him into eating chicken a couple weeks ago, in sheer desperation I told him it was Candy Chicken. He totally ate it. Is that wrong?
-I'm not scared about Saturday. Turns out the great thing about tackling your fears (like open water murk-swimming) is that all of a sudden, the fears get much smaller.
-It is very likely I will be a "party of one" at the tri on Saturday. Poops has soccer and my husband's the assistant coach. I'll have to bring a camera and take lots of pictures of myself!

-OK, now I have 15 minutes left to get the two kids and myself ready, make a lunch and get out the door. What's in your head today? It's Tuesday but it feels like Monday again. Why is that?
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Monday

A Mother's Prayer

Dear Lord,
So far today I've done all right. I haven't gossiped, I haven't lost my temper, I haven't been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish or very indulgent. I'm very grateful for that. But in a few minutes, Lord, I'm going to get out of bed, and from then on, I'm going to need a lot more help. Amen.


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Saw that in a book I have. I love it. I said it today. 3 times.
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Mantra Monday: Average Mom With Marginal Athletic Ability Needs Sponsoring

Mantra Monday

Don't you think that there should be a magazine catering to average mom? We can call it Average Mom Magazine. You know, for the average mom: not bragging, not falling behind...

The one who doesn't completely have it all...

Just average. And I mean this in a good way. I know I'm not the overachiever. I am one with it. I do some things well and I accept that I do some things (like running and potty training--and not together, by the way) not-so-well... Really, I'm a straight up downthemiddle typea mom who doesn't claim to have it all, who feels overwhelmed pretty much most of the time but appreciates herself, her life, and her average-ness and as a bonus, doesn't completely lose it all the time. Just some of the time. You know, average.

Because on Saturday, it will be my final triathlon of the year (it's the final triathlon of the season for pretty much everyone because colder weather is moving in.) And in looking back, I was thinking (out loud to my husband who completely agrees) about how much training there is involved with training for a triathlon. It's just the slightest bit more hectic and crazy than regular working out for 5 or 6 days a week because it's so specific and you have to follow some sort of schedule or plan, you can't just throw in workouts, and the workouts are kind of long so you kind of have to plan them out ahead of time and it usually affects the order of everything and everyone else's schedule. All the workouts have labels like "long run" and "interval training" and recovery workout". And as an added bonus, my kids have gotten used to saying "Bye, Mommy!" Which makes me feel kind of bad.

It becomes kind of like a job in terms of hours logged and not missing any workouts and you're not getting paid for it (except in cardiovascular and muscular endurance and healthy-ness and stuff like that, which I know, is value in and of itself, blah blah blah). And then on top of that it's all just for competing against myself, really, because let's face it, I ain't winnin' no prizes at the finish line. Because I'm average and in triathlon, barely even that. Because I'm realistic too. And plus I think my current sponsor (my husband) wants to drop me. Just kidding. Sort of.

So I was wondering. How come all the major sponsorships are saved for the elite athletes? You know, those ones who actually win first or second or third place? Why can't a sponsor be proud enough to sponsor just another average mom, a midpacker or backpacker, just truckin along and gettin it done? Why do they have to sponsor people who are all good and stuff? Isn't there a sponsor or a product who would like to sponsor me, Average Mom, so I can represent the average mom doing sports that they are not masters of and probably never will, but they finish and it's darned hard packing triathlons into family life and running with post-partum bladder issues? Average Mom (and not just me, there are plenty of us out there!) should get at least something for that!

Right?

It's like the opposite of the saying, "No prize for second place!" Except there are prizes for second place and in my particular scenario, it's not even for second place, it's more like 25th or 40th. I happen to think that's a great idea!

What product wouldn't benefit from showcasing Average Mom? Dove does it! Look how fantastic that idea was, it was brilliant! (Oh wait. That's perfect! Hey, Dove! would you like to sponsor me? I'll even show off my Average Mom body, crooked teeth, freckles, stretch marks and all!)

Think about it, potential sponsors! Forget the Lance Armstrongs of the world! Here's an Average Mom right here, ready to target all your regular moms like me who are waiting till their husbands come home to train for something, who miss workouts they can't miss so they can wipe their children's noses and can't find a sitter, one who still has some cellulite despite all the working out she's doing and rides along in her mini-van that she tries to make cooler by putting a "triathlon" sticker on the back of it while rocking out to nursery rhymes.

But noooooo. All the sponsorships have to go to the really good athletes! The ones who have actual talent or something. It's so unfair!

(Am I making my case at all here? No? Darn.) Ok well I'll list the pros and cons. Or maybe just the pros because I'm not just Average Mom, I'm Cup-Half-Full Girl.

If I had a sponsor then that would solve two problems for me: number 1. rationalizing all this working out and and the time spent doing it while having a family and not winning anything and such and number 2. rationalizing all the working out and the time spent doing it while having a family and not winning anything and such, which includes not getting paid. The only money involved is going out! Not in!

And it's kind of hard after, say, the third triathlon, to tell your husband that you want to keep doing this next season (an even longer one, too! which means longer training) without his rolling his eyes directly at you when really he should be getting the Husband of the Year Award for coming straight home after work every night so you can get your workouts in, or watching the kids for 3 or 4 hours Saturday and Sunday mornings so you can get your long bikes or runs or swims in, (not to mention having the whole family cater events to your workout schedule) and then the wonderful husband only kind of sort of cringes each time you pay that ridiculous registration fee for whatever event you want to participate in, and oh look! Goody goody! She needs a bike too! And an outfit, and helmet and gloves and clip-in shoes and othersuch equipment in addition to all these ridiculous fees, oh! And she wants to join a club too! How nice.
I know. He's my Husband of the Year. Don't think I don't recognize his efforts and support.

But a sponsorship really would soften that blow and make my case for continuing.

Don't you think?

So contact me, oh dear company, if you want to be represented by someone who just shows up to athletic events with the goal of not finishing last. I promise I'll represent (e-mail is right there on my sidebar).

And thanks in advance from my husband and my kids.

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Have a mantra you're repeating over and over and over this week? Post about it and link it up in the comments! We're here every week!
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Saturday

You Capture: (My first one ever!) Still Life

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This is my first You Capture ever! I've been wanting to join for weeks but I see some of the pictures and I'm intimidated! I just started taking a photography class and this morning we met as a class to take pictures in an old historic area of Tampa called Ybor City. I love it there because there is character lurking in every corner. The theme of "Still Life" was perfect here.

An old warehouse door.

An apartment building with some grass growing out of the brick.
Feet of a bronze statue, from where I learned today exactly how to meter.
And very likely the very last pay phone in existence.

Please head over to I Should Be Folding Laundry to see some great captures!!
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Friday

Fall Favorites: Batman and Robin Costume

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this a million trazillion times or not but I'm a huge fan of Fall. It's my favorite. Ever. I'm like a little child about Fall like children are about snow and Santa. Oh, the falling leaves (that we have to use the blower on every other day), the smell of the leaves (come to think of it that means I like the smell of dead leaves and that's a little weird), the crispness that eventually makes it to the Florida air... which also means warm clothing!! Actual pants! And sleeves!! (I am a northerner at heart.)

There's something about the Fall that makes the craftiness set in. Along with my obsession with pumpkin anything and the smell of apples and cinnamon and having to decorate the mantel and burn pumpkin spice-scented candles whilst also having the cinnamon plug-ins throughout the house...

I like to bake and I recently picked up sewing and I love doing tablescapes, so for the next couple weekends I'm going to share some of my ideas that I've picked up, from Fall (mostly pumpkin-related) recipes to Halloween costumes and Thanksgiving tablescapes. I live for this stuff and I troll magazines obsessively and cut out pictures and articles and dvr Martha appearances on the Today Show and pretty much totally obsess over these things. My mom calls me when anything fall-deco-related is on or happening somewhere, anywhere.

So this week, (since Halloween is rapidly approaching) I'm going to show you how to make a Robin costume for pretty cheap (and also because there are a million Batman costumes out there but no Robins! None! No where is there a Robin except for online.) and it took me no time (which was good because I didn't have any.) This for a 2t toddler. Go ahead, compare away! (What do you think?)
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Now, the batman costume was pretty much store-bought (found at Wal-Greens, miraculously, for about $15. I know. Giving total credit to the mother-in-law who spotted it one day.) But for Robin, I wasn't a big fan of what I saw online (plus I was in a rush) so I put it together myself.

What you shall need:
-1 spool of 1 inch thick yellow satin ribbon
-green duct tape (yes, they make green duct tape. Believe that? I found it at JoAnn Fabric, totally by accident on my part but solving the problem of green shoes and I'll get to that later)
-plain white onesie
-Kelly Green RIT dye (also found at JoAnn Fabric)
-Size small red tee-shirt, needs to be a bit bigger on the child so as to be a vest
-Fabric glue
-One yard yellow satin fabric
-No-fray fabric liquid
-Black felt with sticky back (JoAnn Fabric)
-Precut yellow letters in package ($3 at JoAnn Fabric though if you trust yourself to cut an R out of yellow felt for about 70 cents feel free. I'm crafty, but not that crafty.)
-Velcro with sticky back
-Any boots in the world that fit your child that you don't mind putting green duct tape on. I used a pair of fireman boots we already have. I'll let you know Nov. 1 if the duct tape leaves marks behind)
-A plain black headband/ear warmer to be used as a belt (dollar section of JoAnn Fabric)
-One sheet of yellow foam with stickyback
-black eye mask (not guaranteed to stay on). It's not in this picture. Probably won't be in many pictures.

How I did the vest (aka red tee shirt): I cut the shirt straight down the middle in the front. Then I cut the arms of shirt off at seam. There's your vest. I folded all the edges on the arms and down the center where I cut, then used fabric glue for "hems" to clean up all along the areas that were cut so there is a nice edge. Let dry. Then, I cut about 10 small strips of the satin yellow ribbon the same size and fabric glued them to the shirt, connecting one side of the shirt to the other (see above). I glued them at equal distance all the way down the shirt. Then I cut a circle out of the black felt with the sticky back (I used the ribbon spool as my template, it was about 6 inches in diameter.) Then I glued the yellow "R" into middle of circle and stuck the sticky circle onto the top left side of the vest. $10 (cheaper if you do an R yourself). Of course, now I have an abundance of yellow letters I haven't used, so if you want to borrow any, let me know.

Directions for onesie: I have never dyed anything before and probably did it wrong, but I figured it was a white onesie, it will definitely take on the color of this dark dye no matter how badly I screw it up. So I tried to follow the directions on the dye box and I dyed the onesie kelly green. There is a little bit of a tie-dyed look to it in places but you can't tell with the vest on so whatever. Anyhoo, I'd have found myself an actual kelly green onesie or leotard 'cept I had no time to run around and do that. So I bought a plain white onesie and dyed it in about 5 minutes. Kind of. $5

Directions for crazy duct tape: I covered up a pair of fireboots we have with green duct tape. Try as you may to keep the folds and the wrinkles out of the tape; I couldn't but whatever, they're now green boots and he won't take them off. They must be magical. Oh sure, they kinda look taped, but where am I going to find kelly green boots in two days? $3 duct tape (already had the boots.)

Directions for cape: I measured my child for length of cape (ours goes to about mid-calf in the back). At the top, I left a semi-circle for his neck, and left room at top right and left edges for the one-by-one inch squares of velcro. Once the cape was the shape I wanted and the edges were all nice and even, I stuck the velcro pieces on and then tried the cape on the child to make sure it was loose enough. (I also used my trusty sewing machine to sew on the velcro pieces for insurance, but you don't have to, it's pretty sturdy.) Then, I used the anti-fray liquid all along the edges of the whole cape, let stand for 30 minutes, then cut any frayed edges off. Amazing stuff that anti-fray liquid!! Recommended to me by a wonderful helpful lady in Wal-Mart a couple months ago. $10

Directions for belt: The headband actually fits my almost 2-year-old as a belt! I had no idea what I would use for the belt until I was about to check out of JoAnns and I walked past the dollar section. Sweet! I held it up to his little waist and voila! A belt! So I cut out a square "belt buckle" out of the yellow foam and sewed it on the front. (If I happen to want to be a miner next Halloween I could put the "belt" around my head.) $1.50.

I happen to think it looks pretty sweet! Plus I avoided shipping which is always a plus.

By the way, the reason they're dressed up already is because we were going to a little Halloween thing at our local zoo. But it was pouring. And plus my oldest had a fever out of nowhere. So we let them dress up and they trick-or-treated in the house by knocking on our bedroom door, the laundry door, and their bedroom door (because you gotta mix it up!) You can see me handing Robin his "treat" in the picture above.

Next week, I'll have an AWESOME costume if you're pregnant and have a husband who will dress up for the low cost of a few beers and a pregnant designated driver . This costume cleverly incorporates the belly. And if you're not pregnant, that's ok because you can see me and my belly in this crazy costume and the lovely husband I talked into matching me.

Among the other things I'll feature are great Halloweenie party fare, of which I continue to add to my repertoire.

I also just want to state for the record that Saturday, the high here is 77. Finally Fall is here.
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Thursday

Doing Some Good: Virtual Baby Shower

November is Prematurity Awareness month!

I, myself, am very aware of prematurity because my 3 year old was born 6 weeks early. So, I'm kicking off our awareness month early by throwing our second VIRTUAL NICU BABY SHOWER right here!! So many of you helped out last year and I thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Why am I doing this? Since my son's birth, I've met countless people whose children came early. From here on the wonderful internet, to the grocery checkout clerk, to the wonderful angels in my preemie mom's group, to my son's teacher, everywhere I look and everywhere I am, I am surrounded by women and families who have been touched by prematurity.

It never ceases to amaze me how many people have premature babies and what an epidemic it has become. In our bay area alone, there are 50-80 babies in each hospital NICU.

There are at least 6 hospitals here!

That's a lot of math!!!!!!

And that's just today, because the NICU is a revolving door. Babies come in every day. Prematurity surprises a new family every.day, every hour, somewhere.

Why is it so terrible? Because children who are born early have not finished developing. Their lungs are not developed. Their brains are not fully developed. Their systems are not developed. The babies who are born early suffer issues straight into toddlerhood and beyond, from feeding and sleep issues, to breathing issues and allergies. And terribly, many babies never make it out of the NICU.

In the meantime, the families' joy of having a child is dampened with fear about the future and health of their child. They stand vigil day and night by the side of their child, who they cannot hold or feed or touch when they want. They are overwhelmed with guilt about why their child came early in the first place and then they find themselves standing by while their tiny babies undergo procedures painful enough to bring a grown man to his knees.

They pray for each next breath and each next heartbeat of their child.

For hours, days, weeks and months this goes on. It's like walking on eggshells.

I know now that God blessed me with a premature baby because He wants me to help other women and other families. I have never felt so strong and so passionate and so guided about anything in my life. I know now that I was standing next to my son's isolette in the NICU because God wanted me to be there. He knew I would feel this way and He knew I would want to help.

I believe He chose me.

So how can you help? Because we have been there, my preemie mom's group, Mommies Little Miracles, is pairing up with the HUG program and the March of Dimes to throw the families at the NICUs here a baby shower. Because their babies came so early, most mommies didn't get to have one. Then, after the baby goes home, they often never have one because it's overshadowed and forgotten by their hospital experience and the families don't have what they need when they get home!

The showers also offer families a much-needed time-out from the sounds of the monitors and the stress, and it gives them a place to celebrate. Because every life should be celebrated! When your baby comes early, no one knows quite what to say and even the families themselves don't know if or when to celebrate!

We will be stuffing the bags for the showers on November 1st. We don't have enough stuff for our families and we want everyone to have something. You saw the numbers above for how much stuff we need and I'm making a plea to my bloggy friends for help by throwing these mommies a Virtual Baby Shower!

These are just some of the items we need for the bags:
-gas cards for travel
-gift cards for groceries and restaurants
-brand new preemie outfits and hats, girls and boys
-toiletries for parents staying at hotels
-unscented lotion for parents (they wash their hands A LOT being in the NICU and their hands get so dry!)
-small frames for pictures (they carry their babies' pictures around when they can't be there)
-photo albums
-journals and planners
-scrapbooking materials and scrapbooks
-unused books and (unused) stuffed animals for their siblings
-baby bathtubs (unused) and any baby toiletries (unscented)
-baby bottles and burp cloths

Note: All the items must be unused.

Won't you help me with any one or some of these items? One item or 10, each and every item will go in a bag and offer a family some comfort that someone out there is thinking about them. You never know how something you give will impact someone. Here's my full-circle example. One mom joined our group this summer. She told me about how she would sit next to her baby's isolette last year, writing feverishly every note, every thought, in a journal she got from a shower the hospital threw for the moms.

Oh.My.God. That journal was one we packed. Right there, we helped someone through their tumultuous time, and here she was, in my car, telling me about it. I cried that night. Full circle.

If I can help just one mom by putting this out there, I have done some good. I have eased some pain. And you have too.

You can also help by donating instead of sending something. I have put a Paypal Donation button on my sidebar and here's how that will work: you can tell me what you'd like it to go for and I'll pick it up and take a picture of it for you and post it here!!

If you would like to send any items, please contact me at christieo_7 at msn dot com. If you do donate or send items, I would love it if you took pictures and blogged about it and spread the word, too! Because you never know, one of your readers may have been touched by prematurity and want to help too!

Sidenote: And by the way, Wal-Mart has preemie outfits on sale for $1!!!!!!! Right now!! I just bought out my two local Wal-Marts of all their $1 preemie outfits, so if any of you have a Wal-Mart near you and you can or want to check for me, I will love you forever!!

Won't you please help us help families? We did this last year and it was wonderful!!! Here are pictures of the sea of bags:


Time is running out already! Thank you so much for your support. If you or your family has been touched by prematurity, please know that I have and continue to pray for you.
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Wednesday

Weigh-in Wednesday: Pink Robe Pushup Version

Shrink for Good with the Sisterhood!

Good morning! It's a beautiful day for a weigh-in! I am excited to report a loss this week of 1 pound, which brings my total for the challenge to 7 pounds! CAN YOU FREAKIN BELIEVE THAT.

7 POUNDS!

I am over the top!!!! This is probably the most weight I've lost during a challenge since I used to hold my own here at this blog in '08. I didn't realize it, but it is also the goal I set for Weight Watchers!!! I had to go in and change it! Woooooo!

I didn't count my points last week coming out of week of fluishness, but I did work hard. I did an open water swim and a bike on Sunday, almost an hour of weights on Monday (I am still sore) and spin followed by a run yesterday. Followed with watching the Biggest Loser and the Sisterhood Tweeparty where we Tweeted while we watched the show and did challenges, like squat holds and jump squats and pushups during the commercial breaks as evidenced and promised by the following photo.

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There she is, the pink robe. Usually I am straight from the gym on Tuesday nights and freshly showered for the Biggest Loser, so the pink robe comes out and my husband sits in the chair next to me while I do these things and makes comments like, "You look ridiculous," and "Oh my," and "What in the bloody hell..."

It's all very funny and he sounds like one of the old guy Muppets in the balcony but honestly the last time we did this he joined in on the pushups so whatever! Anyway, occasionally I embarrass even myself, and that includes posting a picture of myself doing a pushup in the pink robe like today. Edited to note that I am not embarrassed about pink robe photo. I forget sometimes that I do these things, and really, that's just me. I am unapologetically myself.

So there.

Just so you know, the pink robe looks 100% more ridiculous while I'm doing a squat hold in it, and I wasn't about to leave you with that mental image.

How did you do????? Do share!! You know we're almost done here??? I can't believe we're almost done with this challenge! And don't forget to weigh in today at the Sisterhood and go visit the other sisters!!
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Tuesday

Playdate Violence or Man Boot Camp?

Once upon a time, playdates were sweet. Where sugarplums danced around and mommies (donning nursing bras and frumpy clothing and smelling of spoiled milk but wearing lip gloss because we needed one thing to make us feel glamorous) got together for a little girlie time to talk while their little bundles sat quietly sleeping in their infant carriers or nursed or ate.

Sure there was some crying, but the infants remained separated from each other except for when the mommies took them out occasionally and did the whole, "Look, baby, here's your friend, this other baby!" And the babies had no idea what was going on and they reached out at each other and it was all cute and fluffy and we were all proud at how well our little angels played together and we patted each other on the back for what wonderful mommies we were. Our children were going to grow up with manners, with the built in resolve to share and keep their hands to themselves and be giving and happy and pleasant. All the time. Because we were great mommies.

And for a long while our children were happy, for the most part, in between feedings and diaper changes. Ahh, there was a certain amount of wonderful curiosity and peacefulness to these playdates.

And then all of a sudden, there wasn't.

I don't know what happened.

In fact, it's become the polar opposite of peacefulness.

Now there is runningandscreamingandhittingandchasingandinjuries. All in about a one-second span of time and then that turns into one big chain of runningandscreamingandhittingandchasingandinjuries, separated only by timeouts.

I don't know. Is it because they're all boys? Do 1, 2, and 3 year old girls have nice, quiet princess dressup tea parties? What are girl playdates like?? (It is very likely I will never know this, the number of friends/family who have two boys and have gone on to have a third boy is overwhelming, so please, do share.)

Because the last playdate at my house turned into an something of an all-out brawl. Four out of five children left with a head bump/bite mark/and/or emotional scarring.

Sure. We intervened when necessary. Of course we did. Remember, we're good moms. And we made the offenders fess up and/or apologize and/or face punishment for said behavior. Except for the younger ones because, well, they were the targets of said behavior mostly. Poor guys. But the rough 'n tumble, smacking non-sharing chaos jubilee was complete and utter madness. In my life, it went from peaceful babyness to toddler chaos in one-point-two seconds. At least it feels like it anyway.

And you can just forget getting a word edgewise in with the other mommies.

The playdates are becoming increasingly less fun for mommies. In fact, it's almost cruel to go to a playdate with other mommies you actually want to talk to because you can't! It's torturous! All you're doing is breaking up brawls and tangles ("Please share that! Find something else to play with! No hitting!" in between the constant, "Mommy Mommy Mommy Mommy!" breath. "Mommy Mommy Mommy Mommy!") We barely get caught up when oh. It's lunchtime or naptime. And/or the system begins to break down. You can always tell when this happens by the degree of crying involved. It increases exponentially when the children begin to expire, secretly longing for lunch or naps but completely unable to express or accept this.

Plus, now there are places I won't even go anymore until I can either corral or convince my children to stay together because chasing two children in opposite directions isn't really an option at these places and it could just turn disastrous. The beach is one of these places.


It's hard to tell just when the playdates turned a corner and became violent. I think it was sometime around the time that the children began to walk and claim ownership over their Elmos and ride-along vehicles. Basically when the word, "Mine!" (my personal favorite) made its appearance. But it's all a blur now. All I know is that it was nice once and now it isn't.

The good part is that none of us mommies judged each other or our children's behavior because we're cool like that (I think? Fingers crossed. I guess I'll find out when I host another playdate!) We were all in agreement that a little bit of roughing up is actually good for them. I mean, they're going to be men one day for Pete's sake! We have to toughen them up! We can't have wimpy men running around crying because Pauly took his astronaut pen that writes upside down or Joe got a promotion over him, right?? This is training here! It's like Man Boot Camp!

Ah, but such a fine line, right?

Be sensitive. But not too sensitive. No hitting! But stick up for yourself! Share! Except for when your playing soccer and you have to take the ball without asking!

It's all so confusing.

No wonder they're getting violent.

It's funny I ended up with boys. Ya know, what with being a girl and all. I know girls. This boy thing is all very new to me. I just hope I can get good at it before I screw someone up.

Monday

Mantra Monday: Open Water Jellies, Er, the "Just Shut up and Do It" Version

What a beautiful morning for a swim.

That's along the causeway, where I've been complaining about, because underneath that calm, serene, gorgeous water that looks like glass, there is mud and muck and seagrass and sealife abound.

And I'm a big ol' wimp.

I was rockin out to some Linkin Park in the car coming over the causeway at 7ish in the morning, gettin all pumped up, and when I got out of the car to go swim, I took this mental picture with me.
Chrissie Wellington, who broke the women's Ironman World Championship record on Saturday in Kona, Hawaii (which kept me glued to my computer and my Twitter for a mere 10 hours).

And she didn't get there by whining about sea grass, that's for sure.

Sure, she swam 2.4 miles, biked 112, and then finished that all off with a marathon. And it's not like I'm doing that any time soon.

Therefore, in comparison, swimming a lame 1/2 mile in some muck made me feel pretty much kind of schmucky for complaining. My inspiration cup seriously overfloweth this weekend.

So I've decided to take the following approach: Just shut up and do it.

Since I'm such a head case, the more I talk in my head (even when I'm trying to talk myself out of something) the more likely I am to completelyutterlyobsess over it. The polar opposite of what it is I'm trying to do. So I tried this other tactic, the justshutupanddoit tactic, along with some helpful reading I have found online, and I, well, just shut up and did it.

And what do you know, it worked. It freakin' worked.

So because it is actually pretty common to fear the unknown lurking below you when you're swimming, there was no shortage of articles and tips on how to NOT freak the hell out, so I figured it couldn't help me to try some.

-Like, for instance, focusing on internal factors, like breathing and stroke, rather than external factors, like animals and living biting stinging organisms the environment and muck.

This helped very much, actually. I focused on my breathing and my stroke, and I kicked a little more wildly than I otherwise would have in an effort to scare off any outsiders. I had a little bit of inner panic going along the way and had to stop, but not like last time. I actually kept going (we swim along the shore to the big bush on the side and then back to where the cars are parked) and I got me through the first leg of the swim. Of which at the end, on my last two strokes or so, I look ahead of me and Wahh! A big ol' jellyfish right in my face, waving hello, right there. I could reach out and touch it. But of course I didn't. That would be crazy. I flailed about a little in a quiet panic and moved out of its way and then we waited for everyone to catch up before we started again (yes! I wasn't last!!) I was sure that by now, the floater had gotten far enough away (I was pretty sure since it was traveling at zero miles an hour, it actually probably was somewhere near me again but since I was in "just shut up and do it mode"I pretended it swam off to greener pastures.)

And then we swam back. On the swim back, I followed behind someone because I figured two people thrashing around together was better than one! And plus, I completely focused on her yellow swimcap. I let the swimcap guide me. Only two people were stung by something on this swim. The funny thing is, no one in my group cares or makes a big deal about anything. It's like eh, whatever. I got stung. So pretty much, if I do the math, something will get me one day. It's a mathematic certainty. But so what. I won't die. So whatever. (Right?)

-Another thing I did. Surround yourself with "the bad guy". I did this by accident. Some people fear the splashing and thrashing about of other swimmers because it makes them skip a breath and go into panic because they can't catch their breath. In this case, it helps if someone goes with you and splashes you in the face while you're swimming so you can get used to it. You let someone be the bad guy. I am actually fine with the thrashing about (it means no sea life will come and get me), but I do fear the floaties in the water, anything that touches me, really, and when it does (mostly grass) I skip a breath and start to panic. Fortunately for me, I got to swim directly through big patches of weeds that were floating in the water in bunches. And the more I did it, the more "at one" I became with things touching me. Amazing stuff.

Moral of the story? Whatever you're afraid of, completely immerse yourself in it.

So how much is it costing me $35 to tackle my fear of swimming among the murk with the jellies in the open water, you ask?

A mere 35 bucks. That's the cost of my trigroup membership.

Totally worth it.

Here's a little more of the shore. It's not a beach, it's along a causeway and people stand in the water and fish or they kayak here.



If you look really closely, there is some sort of fish or something going back below the surface. Yes, there's sea life in there, it's the sea. So just shut up and swim. Sorry. Talking to myself again.

After the swim, we biked and I realized why they like to swim here.

Because the bike is freakin fanastic.

It's on somewhat normally busy roads but traffic is light on Sunday morning, and there is a luxurious bike lane and the scenery is gorgeous! I complain about living in Florida (the heat, my God the heat!) but today was a day that I basked in it. It.was.GORGEOUS. Period.

After the run and bike, I was on top of the world.



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What's your mantra this week??? I'm convinced that setting yourself up for the week ahead sets the tone of my week. Wanna join me? Link up your mantra in the comments!