Owie!

OMG you guys!

James found a piece of plastic pipe (about 1 in diam?) and was playing with it while I was putting stuff in the bread machine. He was in the living room for about a minute and then ran back into the kitchen. He was doing that gulping cry that proceeds a huge screaming crying fit while pointing to his mouth.

So I asked him "Did you bump your mouth?" He nodded and I said, "Well let me see"

Lips.... Fine
Teeth.... All there
Tounge... OK

By this time he was super upset and just wailing without making a sound and I just couldn't see ANYTHING that would make him act like that! So I checked again....

Lips.... Fine
Teeth.... All there
Tounge... OK... wait... there's a little blood...

So I had him tip his head back.... he had gouged a bloody flap in the roof of his mouth!! By this time he was screaming to beat the band! I let him have a few sips of water and then I squirted warm salt water over the wound (He did NOT care for that!! Let me tell you!! I managed to talk him into letting me do that again. Then I made him swish with cool water to get all the blood out of his mouth.

He's now laying on his couch, watching Scooby Doo to make him feel better.

He just turned to me and said "I just feel like there's a hole in my mouth"



Poor Buddy......

Today's Weather Report

Partly Moony


Courtesy of James's highly scientific method of looking out the window at 7am

Sunday Morning Sillies

Boy with hair in his eyes + Cheap Mommy who hasn't wanted to drag the kid to the one place 1/2 hour away that the child will sit nicely for a haircut and pay their outrageous prices + one stray red elastic spied under the loveseat = Ingenious solution (that we won't be mentioning to hubby, got it??)

Toss in some sunglasses for that "Oh so cool, extra toughness" factor!

Conflicted

I'm trying to decide if I want to go swimming today.

My fat says "No... You've been at death's door for the past week and you're nose is still 1/2 stuffed up and you haven't gotten your voice back! If you went swimming you would drown"

My house is saying "Clean me!! You've been neglecting me all week!!"

My health is saying "She's been ignoring me more than a week!! STFU house, she needs to work out!!"

My ass is saying "I'm fine where I am! Do you have any more of those Valentine M&M's? Is there anything new on YouTube??"


So I blogged. lol

Kite FAIL

That's not my job, Bub.

Yesterday morning, I set James down for breakfast and went back upstairs to finish what I was doing. When I came downstairs to Cheerios all over the kitchen, I handed him the brush and dustpan and told him (very calmly) to clean them up.

He was not particularly fond of the idea and I kept having to redirect him to his cleaning.... each time being treated to a new deluge of tears, during which at one point in time, he wailed "You aren't making my life any easier!!"

A new sound in town

You may have noticed (if you don't have your speakers muted, that is) that I've added a new song to my blog. This song plays over the end credits to the movie "Inkheart" and is sung by Eliza Bennett. It really resonated with me and I thought that I'd share it with all of you. I hope you like it as much as I do.

(If you scroll down to the bottom of the page, you can see the video... because I am apparently too "bloggistically stupid" to figure out how to embed the song here without linking the video also!)


My Declaration
~Eliza Hope Bennett

I'm gonna be someone, I'm gonna give something,
I'm taking it on, I'm taking it on,
It's gonna be my life, so I'm gonna live each day and each night,
Taking it on, I'm taking it on

'cause I can't keep hiding, no I can't keep hiding, and I can't keep running away
So I'm gonna be stronger, I'm gonna be better made, I'm gonna give everything,
Just to bring me back again.

I'm gonna be a braver soul than this,
I'm gonna jump at all those many chances that i've missed,
I'm gonna live my life beyond all these fears and forms of cowardice that keep leading me on.
I'm gonna shine out like a beacon in the night,
I'm gonna wrap my fingers around the stars tonight,
'cause i'm taking it on, 'cause i'm taking it on...

No I can't keep hiding, no I can't keep hiding, no I can't keep running away
So I'm gonna be stronger, and I'm gonna be better made, and I'm gonna give everything,
Just to bring me back again.
So I'm gonna be stronger, I'm gonna be understood, and I'm gonna give everything
Just to bring me back again!

'cause I can't keep hiding, no I can't keep hiding, and I can't keep running away.

So... I went swimming for the first time in almost 3 yrs...

Like.... REAL swimming.



Laps!!





HALF an hours worth!!





In a pool... without my kid!




AND treading water, in the deep end for over 5 mins!!






O.M.G. My. arms. hurt. so. bad. I'm having to prop my elbows on my knees to type! lol


Why did I do this?? What insanity possessed me to bestir myself from my favorite chair sitting/laptop surfing/diet coke swilling existence??


I blame the weather.

I've been promising myself that I would get back in the pool for exercise. I still have "baby weight" that needs to be shed... but it occurred to me recently, that once the "baby" turns 4 (and a HALF!!) that it can no longer be termed "baby weight" and has instead, morphed itself into Fat. Not just fat..... Fat. With a capital F. *sigh*

I have been less than motivated, however, to go to the pool in sub-freezing weather. For some reason, I have absolutely NO problem dragging my child to swimming class in the snow (actually I do... it means my Fat and I have to get up out of bed and go out in the SNOW!!), but quail at the thought of doing it myself! So today when it was 71(!!!) degrees outside, my Fat could no longer come up with any reasons for me not to tuck it into a swimsuit (eeps!!) and go to the pool. I must admit that catching a glimpse of my Fat in a simple one piece swim suit (with no Fat disgusing qualities like a skirt or super duper, steel-belted, mesh paneling) almost had me convinced that I needed to stay home. I knew I was going to cry if I heard one "mooooooo" from ANYONE at the pool.


Note to self: Do NOT go swimming 1.5 hours after drinking a Grande White Chocolate Mocha and eating a slab of marble pound cake. You WILL feel the need to vomit in the middle of the pool.

Out of all my years on the swim team, I never knew that you could sweat in the pool.... but I found it out today when I was in the middle of a lap, praying to make it to the wall without yarfing. I HAD to keep going, eventhough I was breaking out in a cold sweat all over my body and the wall kept getting farther and farther away with every stroke instead of closer. It is SUCH bad form to puke and drown in front of your child's swimming teacher in the deep end of the pool.

After swimming for 1/2 hour (about 24 laps and 5 mins of treading water), I drug my Fat back to the locker room for a shower and 15 glorious minutes in the sauna, where I was forced to hold a naked conversation with an elderly asian woman who was devoid of the Fat. *sigh* Then my Fat and I got dressed and went home.

And one would think this was the end of the story.... but it's not! lol

Deluded and quite possibly still dizzy from the sauna, my Fat and I decided to WALK to James's school to pick him up!! Walk!! I felt the need to know how long it takes to walk from our house to the CDC; so that when it begins to be warm ALL the time, we will use our feet to go to school instead of the car in an attempt to first reduce the Fat to fat and then to be rid of it completely.

For those of you who want to know, it takes 15 mins (or 2 Ricky Martins, one Aretha Franklin, and 1/2 an Adam Ant) to get from my front door to James's classroom sans child.


Not bad.


It takes quite a bit longer with said child in tow, as we are almost compelled to stop at the blue playground on the way home. But it's all good.


The bad news?? My arms hurt too much to cook dinner (note #2 to self... do NOT try to lift a full gallon of milk, for like, a week).... so we had pizza. My Fat was happy again.

*sigh*