#toddlerlogic at it’s finest

Happy Labor(less) Day!

This morning started off beautifully.  We came home from camping early because clearly B is too young to go.  I was anything but relaxed so I told my husband to stay and enjoy himself while we went home and did our thing. I had to work on the kitchen anyway (new kitchen remodel begins on Tuesday!)

So back to this morning; it’s quiet, crisp outside and I get B watching cartoons while I cook breakfast and start emptying out the kitchen.  We eat, relax, color, play with stickers and then the little dude tells me he wants to go for a walk.  Why, YES, my son!  I’ll admit, it’s been very lazy around here since I’m recovering from suspected food poisoning so his wanting to move around got my *ss in gear.

But wait….he doesn’t want to put on clothes.

So there I was tripping over myself trying to get dressed with a half naked giggling toddler clinging to my ankle.   Finally got my clothes on injury free and attempted to get the dude dressed when he threw an epic meltdown sh*t show.

“B, do you want to go for a walk?”
“Yes!”
“Then you need to put on some clothes.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” (flinging body to the floor)

So I had to pull the at-home equivalent of “I’m turning this car around!”

…..I got back into my PJs.

It’s not often I want to put on pants and go outside but I’ve found an exception.  These Flux Joggers from Athleta.  Don’t ask questions, don’t argue.  Just go buy these and thank me later.

While I was hoping to get an Instagram filtered picture walking B in these joggers this morning, looks like that isn’t going to happen at the moment.

Peace,

 

 

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Naptime Conversations

Oh bloody hell.  It’s karma.

My husband once told me that I talk too much when he gets up in the morning.  B must get it from me.

Me: “Alright buddy, it’s naptime”
B: “Milk?”
Me: “Okay, but stay in bed. I’ll be right back.”
B: “Okay mamma”

Me: “Here’s your milk.  Now go night-night.”
B: “Lay down!”
Me: “Okay, I’ll lay down with you but you have to go to sleep.”
B:  “Okay mamma.”
B: “Mamma, boobie.”
Me: “No boobie Boden. Go. To. Sleep.”
B: *whines* “BOOOOBIE!!!!!!”
Me: “Go to sleep or I’m leaving.”
B: *sigh* “Oooookay”

B: “Mamma.  Water. Phone”
Me: “No. I don’t want my phone and water.  It’s night night time”
B: “Coffee?”
Me: *laughing* “No I don’t want any coffee either” (It’s 3pm by the way)
B: “Mamma, I’m going to sleep.”
Me: “Okay. Mamma is sleeping too.”
B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma.” (tapping my face)
Me: opening my eyes “Yes sweetie?”
B: “I want po’corn”
Me: “No.  You can have some popcorn tonight.
B: “Okay. Mamma, I go to sleep.”
Me: *closes eyes*

B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma” (tapping my face again)
Me: *opening eyes*
B: “Make daddy cake”
Me: “We will make the cake after our nap.  Can I take a nap?”
B: “Yes Mamma”
Me: *close eyes*

B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma” (tapping face) ” Find LuLu”
Me: “No. Maryluci is sleeping and you need to sleep too”
B: “Okay Mamma”

B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma.” (hitting shoulder this time) “More milk” (signing and I swear to God batting his eyes)
Me: “No milk, honey.  Go to sleep!”
B: *sighs and rolls over*

B: “Mamma!  Shhhhh!”
Me: *opening eyes.  Blank stare*
B: “I go to sleep.  Shhhh!”
Me: *closing eyes*
B: “Mamma!” *tapping face* “No No No! You no sleep. I sleep.”
Me: “Okay yeah sure, whatever buddy” *closing eyes*
B:  “Mamma! Shhhhh!”

B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma.” (tapping face)
Me:  “Okay that’s it. Mamma is leaving.”

Put the little dude in his crib.  He’s wailing and screaming that he wants to sleep in the bed with me.  Um. No. I shut the door and leave.  A little cry never hurt a kid. Sure wears them out though.

15 minutes later I go check on him because chances are he crapped himself.

Me:  “Bubba, it’s time to nap. Please don’t cry.” *sniff sniff* “Did you poop?”
B: *giggling* “Nooooooo”
Me: “Bubba, did you poop?”
B: “Yes!”

Nice little surprise for me.  The blue raspberry Italian Ice from the Country Fair yesterday that stained every dang thing it touched made it’s way through and managed to turn his butt cheeks the same lovely shade of blue. Diaper changed and B is back in his crib.

B: “HIPPPPOOOOOOOOO!”

I run out to the car and grab his beloved hippo. God forbid anything happened to it.

Upon my return and still wailing….
B: “Lay down!!!!” *pointing to the bed*

At this point he has been crying for a solid 20 minutes. So I lay down….he’s out in less than 5.

Now was that so goddamn hard??

 

 

 

 

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(Still) Alive and Kickin’

Well hello!

Yes I’m still very much alive. VERY much alive.  My little dude wants my undivided attention most of the time and when I’m not with him, I’m at work.  So basically, I’m indisposed 24 hours a day.  So busy that I haven’t even stripped the pee-soaked sheets off the bed yet.  However, I could be changing those sheets rather than blogging….which would you choose? I’ll get to it some time today.

(…..8-hours-and-sheets-laundry-dishes-grocery-shopping-and-B-at-the-neighbors-for-a-playdate-later…..)

Lately neither one of us has been very impressed with the food around here.  I can’t blame him for not wanting dinner when I don’t want it either.  I admit it, I eat too healthy, don’t salt my dishes enough…..my stuff is just plain boring.  Pinterest came to the rescue!  I needed something fast and delicious and that is what I got.

Creamy Salsa Verde Chicken foil pack.

I followed the recipe close enough. First off, I skipped the rice.  Not to cut calories or anything but quite frankly, I’m not a fan of rice.  I’m only a fan of it when it’s in my sushi.

Since I skipped the rice, I didn’t think I had to follow the weight of the chicken and cooking time so closely….and for once I was correct!  Given my track record with straying from a recipe when cooking, I was expecting a disaster.  Never happened.  *happy dance*

No rice, huge 11 oz pieces of chicken, sealed in the packet (with all listed ingredients) and cook for 40 minutes at 400*.

Holy crap this was good.  Why B wasn’t as crazy about it as I was blows me away.  Sometimes I think he doesn’t have taste buds.  Long story short, I ate almost all of it.  In 3 sittings.  *burp*

I MUST add that I was able to fit half a foil pack in my macros for dinner.  SCORE!

I used to have 2 desks in my home office and since becoming a Ma, my office now serves as my office/play room. No room for that 2nd table anymore.  So the hubs sawed the legs off the table to make it short enough to B.  A simple fix makes my man a genius.  I never would have thought to do that.  (Husband needs to be on flea market flip?)

Of course the table is mostly used as a step stool to get up in the bay window.  Not my favorite but I let him every once in awhile when I’m in the room.  Plus, how adorable does he look watching his daddy work on the truck??

 

My latest hobby is making to-do lists.  I love that satisfied feeling you get when you mark something off your list (and pray it doesn’t make its way back on).  I even enjoy buying the cute paper I write my to-do list on!  There is NO way I can function without it and anyone who says they can is lying.  Or sans kids.

Speaking of which, need to get started on that list.  Just crossed off number 1; “drink coffee”.

 

 

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Eating on the run

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I had a terrible day traveling with the B man yesterday and my husband knew I needed a break today.  He decided to take B out and let me do my thing today.  I ran out of the house so fast that I forgot to eat.  Thank goodness I found these Salmon pouches.  SO good!

Even better that my had a camping spoon in my purse!!

 

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Coffee with Mr. Potato Head

This is what a hug in a bowl looks like.  Oh man.  Having a little dip in the weather lately and this Thai noodle soup is just what I need!  (Puket Cafe) But most importantly, the bowl is bigger than my head!  That’s kind of a requirement of mine.  Similarly, I have a rule that my cookie must be bigger than the palm of my hand.

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It’s a rainy Saturday. B and I have already gone to the gym, BJ’s and taken a 3 hour nap.  Struggling a bit to get the little dude to eat until I figured out why a few days ago.  I’m a fast eater.  Always have been so I have a habit of when I am sharing B’s food, if he says he doesn’t want it, I eat it.  Well the other day I decided to just leave the food on the plate and he eventually decided to eat it.  Now if that didn’t make me feel like a hog, nothing will.  Now I won’t take his plate away so quickly because evidently he is a crazy slow eater. We’ve been sitting here for about 40 minutes and all he has eaten is the ketchup and butter come to find a few seconds ago he started eating the actual potato.  My son is after my own KerryGold lovin’ heart.

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#Mommylife is hard, seriously.  This morning consisted of a serious Mr. Potato Head session. If I didn’t have my coffee, I don’t know how I would have made it.

And because I owe it to my readers (and myself); 7 days worth of  workouts below.  I’ve been doing a horrible job documenting my workouts.  But on the flip side, I prefer that I’m putting in the work and not documenting rather than the other way around.

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Now I see I have a few more days missed but adding more of my journal pictures would be too much.  It’s like those posts that use 30+ hashtags.  Just don’t do it.  But I DO want to point out that today I did a version of “Bear Complex” with one of my girlfriends followed by “DT” which I PR’ed.  What’s more is that I PR’ed even with stopping to say hi to her daughter!  Boom!

“Bear Complex”
Hang Power Clean
Front Squat
Push Press
Back Squat
Push Press (from behind neck)
Start at 60% of Power Clean and build.  Ended at 115#

“DT”
12 Deadlifts 95#
9 Hang Power Clean
6 Push Jerk
9:55 including stopping to say “Hi” to friends daughter.  Last PR was 10:12 in 2013.  Seriously looking forward to doing this again. I’m thinking a few months.

Enjoy the weekend!!

 

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Bowl lickin’ good

Cake is in the oven, bowl is licked and B is napping.  Mamma got a little time for herself.

So B turns 2 (sobbing) on Monday and we are celebrating tomorrow with the family which explains the cake in the oven.  Growing up, my mom always made our cakes…..and my sister does the same for her kids now.  Some of my best memories are making birthday cakes so wanted to give it a try myself.  Unfortunatly, B is too young to help, and he is taking a nap, so I had to lick the bowl and spoon myself.  I don’t care what kind of “diet” you are on.  You must ALWAYS lick the bowl.

And the spoon.

And the beaters.

That reminds me of my favorite quote; “Good moms lets their kids lick the beaters.  Great moms turn them off first.”

I’ve continued to workout 5-6 days a week and eat a good diet. Diet isn’t good enough because my shoulders/arms are getting too big.  I actually cannot wear any of my shirts right now. It’s kind of a good problem to have.   On the other hand, I might just suck it up for a few more weeks because before long, I wont have to wear sleeves until the fall.

Made a snack recently that hits my sweet tooth and my carb macros; Wasa Crisp Bread (crackers), sunflower seed butter and banana.  If I don’t have enough carbs, I just don’t add the banana and it still does the trick for me.  I can eat this without hating myself…unlike the cake bowl I just licked.

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This week was the first week of Spring which means we whipped out the grill and built a fire in the back yard.  Even though we don’t intentionally do it, we almost always grill and have a fire on the first day of Spring.  I actually think it is an unwritten rule that everyone must follow.

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Then the next day it snowed.  I didn’t mind that it snowed but it was also a Monday which meant that my Facebook wall was full of people saying:
1) they hate Mondays
2) they hate snow
3) they hate snow on the 2nd day of Spring

So I pretty much logged off all day. I don’t need that kind of negativity.  And neither do you!

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Now my house is filling up with the wonderful smell of chocolate cake which means the timer is about to go off.

“Hoppy” Easter everyone!

 

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Lift yourself up, dust yourself off and slap on some lipstick

Its finally starting to feel like spring around here but I know it wont stick around. I wouldn’t be surprised if we had another snow. If I’m not mistaken, we had snow on April the last 2 years.

Here I sit on the couch in front of our broken pellet stove drinking a rather large mug of espresso with B sitting on the middle arm rest. Today there is a St Patty’s parade in one of the small quaint towns up here in Connecticut. Of course all week I said I would go, now the morning of, I don’t feel like it. Part of me wants to go just to do something different but then I’d have to deal with the hour drive, crowds and traffic.

Being the gym rat that I am, I’d rather go to the gym this morning. Not only for the obvious reasons but also because I need to shower!!! B is too young for me to leave alone while I shower. You know how moms always get suspicious when their kids are too quiet? Try being deaf. Its ALWAYS quiet. I much prefer noise. So, yes, I would prefer to go to the gym where there is daycare so I can shower. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone use that excuse before.

Last week I was getting pretty hard on myself.  Not the ways I used to though. It wasn’t about body image or “I’m too fat”…..I’m past that.  Like 15 years past that. This was more of the “Getting Older” blues.  My family is far away and B isn’t able to play with his cousins, aunt/uncles and grandparents like I did mine.   On top of that, I miss me! I used to take the time to take care of myself; dress up, face on, hair done….but no time or energy for that anymore.  I’m quite confident that every single mother reading this post is nodding right now.

It took me a few days, but I was able to pick myself up and dust myself off.  First I started with putting on hot pink lipstick even though I was just going to drop B off at daycare and guess what?  My mood was way up.  Its interesting what a little lipstick will do for you.

One of the reasons why I stopped putting on my face is because I hate hating to clean it off every night.  It just occurred to me that I have to wash my face every night anyway…..so on my face went.  Many won’t agree that you need to wear makeup to feel/look pretty.  Well, I do and to each their own.

And yes I kept the hot pink lipstick on while I work out.  I shouldn’t knock the other girls that wear theirs when they do.  Maybe they are going through the same thing I am.

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