Friday, December 06, 2013
My workplace sold T-shirts not long ago, the proceeds of which go toward the American Cancer Society.
My T-shirts came in today. I got one for myself and one [as small as they come] for Big Sister... and I imagine she will grow into it, eventually.
Theoretically, we will wear these T-shirts at the Relay for Life we (as a workplace team) will participate in, I believe in April. It's one of those overnight things that I'd love to participate in overnight, but... then I'd have to stay awake WAY too many hours, and deal with the girls the next day, and... that's just not likely to happen. But I do plan to take them and participate for a while, at least.
They're all the rage these days, aren't they? I don't have cable, so I can't keep up, but I'm still able to know who they are because they cover the stores like kudzu... with those beards... and from what little I have seen, I'm glad they're there.
Thursday, December 05, 2013
Yesterday, on the way home, my daughter and I were discussing what to eat for dinner.
She said, "I have an idea."
I said, "What's your idea?"
"How about I eat macaroni and cheese!"
"Well," I told her, "I think that's a good idea except for one thing. Daddy's at home, and we can't eat macaroni and cheese when Daddy's at home. We have to wait until he's at work."
It's the truth. My husband can't abide even the smell of macaroni and cheese. I know, and I had kids with him anyway. Can't feed them, but we have them. (Really, what's a mother to do when the family won't eat casserole of any kind and can't have mac and cheese?)
"I have an idea!" she told me a moment later.
"Daddy has to go."
I laughed. Fortunately, Daddy was a good distraction, because he was putting up the Christmas tree (and she could help, which also got her away from trying to help set up our new table, which arrived yesterday!)
Still, I had a hard time getting dinner "on the table" for myself--seriously, just making a turkey salad sandwich shouldn't be so hard--turkey pot pie will have to wait for tonight, sadly. I call it quits on turkey leftovers after a week--I know some people probably think that's too long, especially without freezing it, but I really would have frozen some immediately if I had realized I was going to be the only one eating any. And it hasn't made me sick yet, so it must be fine. Right?
While I was doing that (and holding Baby Girl on my hip, because she has been in that "someone's gotta be holding me at all times" mood lately) and making a bottle and heating up a cup of coffee which I ended up dropping on the way out of the microwave, Big Sister came along and noticed my bag, which I carry from work and back every day. She reached into and said, "Mommy, can I have an orange?"
"That's not an orange, sweetheart. That's a grapefruit."
"Can I have a grapefruit?" she asked, holding it up higher.
See, one of the fundraisers that went around work recently was fruit. Large boxes of fruit. I didn't get any, because... well, because I can get fruit for a lot less at the store, and might even have a chance of knowing where it's from and how old it is before I pick it from the shelves, as opposed to... getting a box.
One of my magnanimous coworkers, though, bought a big box of grapefruit and put it out on the table in one of the breakrooms and made sure everyone knew they were for anyone who wanted some.
Well, I haven't had a grapefruit in years. I couldn't tell you when the last time I ate one was. I do know, though, that I recently bought some grapefruit spoons at a garage sale just in case we ever did buy grapefruit. And I didn't know how good these were, or anything, but they were free! So I had one. At work. Without a grapefruit spoon for the first time in my life, kinda like you'd eat an orange.
And it was awesome. So I grabbed a few more to take home.
My husband hates them, it turns out. (Big surprise, there, right?) More for me, right? And last night I used my new-to-me spoon to dig out some pulp for my daughter who, like me, loves them. Loves them so much, in fact, that where I'd cut one in half and given her half a fruit, she came up (I still hadn't finished my sandwich!) and said, "Mommy, can I have some of your half. You have to share."
So I gave her all but about a bite of the second half of the grapefruit. It's cool. I had another one for part of my breakfast this morning, and I have the feeling we'll be buying some from the store for a while. It's gratifying to know that I still love grapefruit, and that I can share that love as a new-found one for my daughter.
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Yesterday, when I went to pick up the girls from daycare, Baby Cassey was lying in a crib kicking her feet at random in the air. The teacher lifted her from the crib and put her on the floor so she could come over to me, but instead, she looked at me and collapsed, and started crying. She had to be picked up, and she just couldn't stand the thought of having to make her own way over!
And you know, I've felt like that. I've been in a position where I wanted to do something SO BADLY I just couldn't move.
When we got home, of course, and she found out her Daddy was home, she whimpered until he finished hugging Big Sister and came over to take her from me. Which was cool, and which freed me up to start dinner with a little help from Big Sister, wearing her new apron and chef's hat--she loves to "Make" which is her word for "cook".
However, she didn't actually eat anything we made for dinner. For that matter, neither did my husband. It seems it's been up to me to finish off the Thanksgiving leftovers, since no one else in the family will eat anything that requires effort--like, I don't know, spooning food onto a plate and putting it in the microwave.
The good news is, there's really NOT that much left--a week later. Last night, I made turkey salad and had a sandwich, and tonight, I think the last of our leftovers will go into a turkey pot pie. I still have leftover phyllo dough, so we might just have a very crispy, light topping for the pot pie.
Don't know for sure when I'll get to make that, though. I'm staying late at work all this week so I can leave early on Friday and take the girls to the Children's Museum Friday night, along with my best friend and her little boy.
Hopefully they will overlook the fact that my two girls have 3 guests--me included--because I invited our friends before I noticed that the invitation says that there are 2 guests allowed PER HOUSEHOLD, not per member.
If it were per member, we'd still have an extra opening.
I'm not sure what our plan is, though--I know that there is a toddler room at the children's museum, which is where Baby Cassey will have the most fun, while Big Sister and my best friend's son will be bored there and would have more fun in all the rest of the place.
We didn't go last year, but I did take Big Sister the year before, while I was pregnant with Baby Cassey. It was crazy. The place was PACKED. And there are so many things for the kiddos to do, it's a little scary.
That will be the beginning of our crazy weekend. We'll get home late, and hopefully all get to bed easily, so we can wake up early and go to the Jingle Bell Run benefiting Habitat for Humanity. And when we get home and have a snack/lunch after that, Daddy Cassey will wake up from his night shift and we'll all head off to the Victorian Age at Dickens on the Strand!
My Christmas present from my man has already arrived--a Singer Serger. I've been wanting one for years but put it off year after year because hey, I don't have time for sewing. I've been borrowing my best friend's sewing machine for at least a year, and haven't even threaded the bobbin because that means taking some time and sitting down and getting stuff done. Fortunately, my friend hasn't needed to sew...
It's one of the first times my husband has ever gotten me a gift that I ASKED for. He likes surprises overmuch, but I guess after this year, when he asked what I wanted and I said, "Please don't get me anything. I don't need anything," he took it as a sign to finally get me something practical. Something I may not use today, or next year, but someday.
And knowing him, there will also be a surprise.
Monday, December 02, 2013
It is so hard for me to believe it's been 4 years since having my first little girl pulled out of me. (It's true; 2 weeks after her due date and after 12 hours of Pitocin, and she still snug and satisfied and my body just not wanting to give her up, the doctor made the decision that she would have to come by C-section.)
I asked her it she could believe it had been 4 years already, and she nodded. I've been telling her all weekend that now that she's 4, she has to stop sucking her thumb.
In other news, I've decided to take December off from tracking my foods--Fitbit will still automatically track my fitness minutes, which are greatly inflated anyway, since any minutes with steps included count as fitness minutes (the downside to wearing the tracker all the time.) I've decided that while I continue to visit SP, I need to take a step back to re-examine my goals and assess what I've done over the past year, and in the midst of that, I know that I'll be so busy with so many other things--tracking on the weekends has already been practically non-existent for me--that right now, the best bet for me is to not have that one more thing to worry about.
So as I figure out where to fit in some actual fitness minutes, I'm going to put a few things on the back burner and work out how to make this all fit better in my life. I still want to run, and I want to continue to enjoy it, for example. I want to make it a more daily thing, though, than it is.
Sunday, December 01, 2013
Well, I did my first 10K on Thanksgiving morning. I got there early, and I warmed up and took my jacket back to my car before the race even started!
I did it in, according to my printout from the race timing people, 1:16:2.4
I didn't rank well in my age bracket, but you know what? I finished!
I wasn't doing well at all, despite starting out at a good pace--I left behind mypal RunningGal, but she passed me well before the water table, which might have been about halfway around the course, so a quarter of the way into the race. Before I even made it through the first half--before I finished 5K--I had already had my ups and downs. I'd questioned myself and my ability to do this and my decision to sign up. I'd been passed by a lot of people, one of whom patted me on the back as she went by and said that I could do it. Shortly after that, Survivor came on my MP3 player, and my mood was back up again. I got a high five from a guy who passed me up, too.
I passed the back-patter, but just as I came in line with her, a police motorcycle came by warning us of the imminent winners of the 10K--a girl was in the lead, yay!--who were passing us--and we hadn't even gotten to the 5K line yet!
I got into--and passed up by--the group of slowest people who encouraged each other more than those who were faster. We all encouraged others as we passed them, and as we came around the water table area and could see all the people who were still behind us---they waved, we waved.
My left knee started giving out and hurting quite a lot, early on, which made me walk a lot of the way. The ball of my right foot was also feeling weird, and the middle three toes were getting numb/sore.
But I ran into the finish line as well as I could, and RunningGal was there with a bottle of water for me.
We chatted for a few minutes. The back-patter spotted me and said, "Hey, you made it!"
And then it was time to go home.
Cooking. Thanksgiving. Keeping up with my girls.
Big Sister's birthday party yesterday, and ran some errands.
She turns 4 tomorrow. Gotta make some cupcakes today to take to her school tomorrow.
She said it was her best birthday ever.
Little Sister's crying now, all by herself in the other room... and we're getting over our colds, hopefully. It'll be warm next week, so our snotty noses will be back all over again.
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