Monday, March 31, 2008

Here we go again...

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 170
Body Fat: 45.5% (I can't believe I'm going to post this.)
Chest: 44"
Waist: 40"
Hips: 44"

What's different this time? Hello?!? My body fat is 45.5%!! And I've put back the 10 pounds I lost last year. AND I know that I will never survive another pregnancy unless I get myself into better shape. Especially now that I have a two year old to chase around. So here we go again. I'll post weekly (or at least monthly) updates.

Wish me luck.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Duck, Duck, Duck, Contest

It seems like EVERYONE is having a contest to celebrate the impending arrival of SPRING. So to help you all sort it out here's the Cliff's Notes list of current contests (or at least the one's I found!)

Pony Knit
Chan
Anne
Cinnamon Girl

My favorite flower is the daisy. Welcome Spring.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Happy Easter

Bear and Squirt colored eggs Saturday night. It was great fun, even though I soft boiled the eggs instead of hard boiling them (oops). Bear LOVED the egg hunt - though she was sorely disappointed when the plastic eggs had crackers or coins in them instead of candy.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

30

Today is the milestone birthday of all milestone birthdays. Officially too old to voluntarily tell people my age.


Hubby asked me what I wanted to do and really - I just wanted a relaxing day with him and Bear. No schedule, no plans, just go and do and come home as we saw fit. And that's exactly what we did. We went out for breakfast and then went to Target to pick up a few things. Then we pressed our luck and went to the local furniture store instead of home for Bear's nap. We've been talking about getting the ottoman to go with our living room set for a while now, so I wanted to stop by and see how much it cost before we made our decision. First they couldn't find it, then they told us the set had been discontinued, then I stumbled upon the set on the showroom floor and the ottoman was smaller and more expensive than we remembered it being. So we pushed our luck some more and browsed around. (Bear was, well, two and overtired, but not entirely a horror show.) We were able to wander around for almost an hour before it was TIME FOR BEARS NAP. We decided to make a quick stop to the clearance section in the basement (the sales lady told us they wouldn't be carrying baby furniture anymore so it was all in the basement on clearance) and struck gold. No, not baby furniture. A HUGE ottoman for a quarter of the price of the matching one. This one has wheels for easier moving AND it has storage in it! Of course, the thing is humongous. How many times have Andrew and I said to each other, "It didn't look that big in the showroom!" - you'd think we would have learned our lesson by now.


Anyway... here it is (with Bear for a little bit of scale).




Um, perhaps I should just knit from my stash for a while. And this isn't even all of it. Yikes.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Puppy Blogging

Onyx has tagged Samantha and Alice (when did dogs start blogging?!?)

So here's the question...
What three things would you do that you have never done before, if you knew you wouldn't get caught, get in trouble or suffer any consequences?

1. The free-for all refrigerator and cupboard buffet for one is the obvious first choice.
2. Bear would be required to wear a bell at all times.
3. I would chase those small, white yippers that live down the street into oblivion.

I tag my kitty friends here.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

A Knitting Party

The Fabric Place hosted their semi-annual knitters breakfast this morning. I went with my mom and brought home 26 balls of yarn, a pattern book, and some Gloves in a Bottle for less than $100. (It was a good deal, but not that good. I won 5 balls of yarn and my mom paid for a big chunk for my birthday next week.)

Ooooh.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Working. Mother.

I work a flex-schedule at my job. Four ten-hour days, three weekdays and a weekend. Bear goes to daycare twice during the week, spends the other weekday with my mother-in-law and the weekend day I work with my husband. I try to work the same four days every week but occasionally meetings or whatever make it necessary to switch my days around. And for the almost two years Bear has been going to daycare it has never been an issue - until this week.

I called at the beginning of the week to switch Bear's daycare days around and they told me, "Well, we're scheduled to be full that day, but there's always a sick kid or two - just call in the morning to make sure." I never thought twice about it. Then I called, and THEY WERE FULL. Every SINGLE KID showed up to daycare that morning. I was a little shocked, as was the director, she promised to call if anyone went home sick. Not expecting daycare to be full, I was already on my way. Bear's bag was packed, I was dressed for work.

So I took her with me. We had to make a pit stop for diapers and wipes since I usually don't bring the diaper bag to work with me. And then on to my office we went. Bear played computer games while I did some paperwork. We got some breakfast in the cafeteria and bought an over-priced doll in the gift shop. I took her to the staff lounge on my floor, put the nurse's TV on PBS and started reading patient histories on the computer usually reserved for checking email and celebrity gossip during lunch breaks.

For a two-year old, Bear was amazingly well-behaved. She only once tried to "help" me do my work on the computer. She colored on some blank paper, played with the doll (really, worth every penny) and jumped on the couch a bit. The nurses shared their toast with her during break time and kept her well supplied with wet paper towels to clean the large coffee table in the break room. After lunch she helped me deliver a few things to different parts of the hospital and then daddy came and picked her up.

I interviewed my patients and wrote all my notes after she left. I loved having her with me and I did eventually get all my work done. And actually, a family member of one of my patients told me that they thought it was "wonderful" that I could bring my daughter with me - she wanted to know how often I got to do that (um, never).

Here's the problem - the patronizing looks from co-workers. The obnoxious remarks from one of my bosses. (Um, hello, I could have just called out. And I DID get all my work done.) And even though I wouldn't ever PLAN on having to bring her to work with me... I just, I wish the reception could have been better. I feel like by being both a responsible parent AND a responsible employee, I don't know, I feel like people now look at me the same way you look at a girl who wears a too-short skirt to work. Like I'm less of a professional because I'm also a mom. It's infuriating.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Sob

My husband's cousins are in India, adopting a little girl. Her name is Maya and she is five years old. When she was two or three she was found wandering the streets, alone. Dan and Rhonda will give her a wonderful home with two brothers, a sister, and lots of loving extended family.

Today, they took physical custody of Maya. She said goodbye to all her friends and teachers and happily accompanied her new American mommy and daddy away from all she has ever known. Later that night, she realized that she will not, in fact, be going back to what has essentially always been her home.

If you feel like sobbing, you can read all about it here.