BOOK REVIEW: I Capture the Castle Rating: * * * *

Dodie Smith's, I Capture the Castle is about a young girl, who keeps a diary detailing her impoverished life with her father, stepmother and brother in an English castle. The characters are warm and endearing, the dialect is easy to understand and the plot moves about in a Jane Eyre sort of way. Published originally in 1948, this book portrays all of the innocence of an era long ago, but also serves to remind the reader that times may change, but adolesence does not. Girls still get crushes, and worry over what to wear and boys are still hard to understand. I enjoyed reading this book in the respect that I enjoyed reading Jane Eyre. The innocence of the period is so enchanting and as English novels often do, it makes one wish for a window seat on a rainy afternoon and a nice cup of tea. I had a frumpy sofa, a giggling 11 month old and a large cup of coffee but at least I got some reading in.

MOVIE REVIEW: Red Eye | Rating: * * *

Although McNutterson didn't pick the movie that I thought she would for girls night out, she still picked an alright one, being at the mercy of the movie releases as she was. Red Eye is a thriller directed by Nightmare on Elm Streets Wes Craven. A hotel manager is threatened with the death of her father if she does not agree to assist in a plot to assinate one of the weathly guests of the hotel.
This movie has all of the undertones of a classic thriller, relying on suspense rather than gore to keep the viewer captive. The plane scenes were far fetched at best, being post 9/11, it would be impossible for all of the commotion on the plane to happen without someone panicing and calling in the federal marshalls. The time spent off of the plane is much more intense and believable, and for once it appears that the damsel in distress actually has a brain. I did appreciate the lack of predicability in the film. It's a good one for video night, when you've watched all of the other new releases first. I give it ***.

Playgroup day, yay!

Playgroup day, yay! Other than getting lost on the way there and arriving about 15 minutes late, it was pretty cool. The playgroup girls are stark raving mad! They jog with the baby in the mornings and make their own organic baby food. I didn't volunteer the fact that the only running I do involves my child in the front seat of a shopping cart while I race down the grocery asiles throwing what I can remember (from the list I forgot on the kitchen counter) into the cart as I try to make it out of there before my child has a meltdown from having to sit still for that long, (A whole 15 minutes). I also didn't volunteer that I've been procrasting yoga class for the past three months. I did make my own baby food for a while though. Organic even. But after the butternut squash incident, I've been buying Gerber. Of course I also hold down a part time job and a social life (which is hanging by a thread) so maybe I'm just missing the extra time to do it. Nah. Those ladies are crazy. They were really nice though. And Connor seemed to be into it once he got his bearings... I liked him being able to play with other toys and other kids, although in the end he seemed more interested in exploring (aka, finding something to climb) towards the end.
Tonight was Mom's night out, which I will write about tomorrow, since I can hardly keep my eyes open and 7am comes quite early.
Night y'all.

Tomorrow is Mom's Night Out

Tomorrow is Connors first PlayGroup. It's happening right at his normal nap time, so it should be interesting. Tomorrow is Mom's Night Out. I'm so looking forward to it. I think we are going to a steak house, but I don't really care where we go as long as it's out. We usually catch dinner and movie. I'm not sure what movie we are going to see either. We all take a turn and when it's our month we get to pick. It's not my month. It is the month of McNutterson, (aka Beth, who will remain McNutterson for the rest of my blogging career to protect her innocent name, which I have already listed). Based on the movies that are out, I am guessing that she picks the Constant Gardener. Which looks ok. I will let you know tomorrow for sure. And Wednesday, you can look forward to my restaurant and movie review which I am going to start doing after Mom's night out. Of course for a night out, I might be willing to suffer through March of the Penguins which is also out... although I don't know how much suffering it would be. Those penguins sure look cute.

I won a Twinkie recipe contest

The million dollar winner of the Pilsbury Bake-Off, made a pecan pie, but instead of using pecans, used walnuts, a handful of chocolate chips and 4 crushed nuts and honey granola bars. That simple. A million Dollars. I guess it's the simplest things that are the best. Like the combination lock that lets you spin letters instead of numbers so you can put in a name that you can actually remember. You know those things that make you go, why didn't I think of that? As you may or may not know, I won a Twinkie recipe contest this year. My recipe for Twinkie Rum Raisin bread pudding is going to be featured in the Twinkies cookbook that comes out next year. And what did I win you might ask? Oh. Nothing actually. They just put your recipe into a cookbook and then put your name next to it. Hopefully they will at least send some coupons or something. Although I'm not nuts about a twinkie. Maybe they'll have a recipe contest for Hagan-Daz Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream. I wouldn't mind some coupons for that.

A good project

Since Connor has broken our DVD player, we have purchased a new one. I never hooked up my CD player when we moved to CA, because the DVD player that Jorma had played CDs. Although you had to listen to 5 minutes of clicking and whirring each time you pressed play. So we didn't use it much. But now that we have a new DVD/CD player, I've vowed to listen to all of my old CDs. So that's what I'm doing. In order. Even the ones that I have only listened to once and hated. I've had my CD book for a while now and it holds some of the first CDs that I ever bought. Since I have added CDs as I bought them, if I go in order, it should be kinda like my life flashing in front of my eyes. Except with music. And except this doesn't take place in a few seconds but a few weeks, since I have to listen while my child is not practicing his NANANAN at the top of his lungs. I'm digging it. I listened to my old Bessie Smith and Carol King CDs even. I've worked my way through about 16 CDs so far with only 34 to go. It's kinda cool. I think you should try it too. It's a good project.

But then I had my tonsils out

Connor is getting over his cold now that he has given it to Jorma, (for those of you that don't know, the secret to getting rid of a cold is to give it to someone else) and I am not sick yet. I'm hoping that I will get to avoid it completely, but today Connor stuck a snot covered hand into my mouth while I was holding him and not paying attention. So, I might be next. I used to get sick all of the time. I mean ALL of the time. I could talk to someone on the phone that had the flu and get it the next day.
But then I had my tonsils out. What a painful experience that was. I was completely miserable for about 4 weeks. But in the end. I think it was worth it. Since I've had my tonsils out, I've been sick three times. Which isn't too bad considering that I had them out three years ago. I was excited about my tonsils being out because I thought that I might get to go on the ice cream diet for two weeks. The bad part is, that you feel so crappy you don't even want ice cream. I lived on Ensure and Jello. I lost 14 lbs in two weeks.
I went back to the dr because I wasn't feeling well after two weeks and he tried to give me five dollars to buy a cheeseburger on the way home, because he said that the reason I wasn't getting well was because I wasn't eating. He said he felt that if he gave me five bucks that I would feel obligated to do it and would eat a cheeseburger on the way home. Something about eating big food, helps the tonsils heal, knocks off the scabs, (sorry, but you're the one that kept reading) and forces the muscles to get back into shape. I didn't take his five bucks, but I did stop at Chic-Fil-A and then locked myself in a room at mom's house so I could eat and cry at the same time, without feeling weird about it. The Dr. had said, that I should lock myself in a room alone because it was going to hurt like hell when I ate. He wasn't kidding. It did. But when I could swallow ice cream without pain again. It was the best ice cream I had ever had.

My to do list

I am definately a list-maker. I feel better when I make lists. To do lists. They give you a sense of... direction and later when you check of your to dos as done, they give you a sense of accomplishment. Sometimes I put things that I know I'm going to do on my list, just to give myself an extra sense of accomplishment. Tomorrow to do list:

Pick up dry cleaning
Mail pictures
Expense report for work
Email HR director at work
Call new Design Client
Call Catfish stew guy
Call Gastro Dr. about RX coverage
Attend meeting on new project at work
Go by Car Insurance co
Scoop the cat box
Put air in van tires

I'll let you know how my sense of accomplishment is going tomorrow.

What I learned today.

What I learned today.
1. A sick baby is a pitiful baby (he has a cold)
2. Sweet potatoes are terrible when you cook them in the microwave (whole)
3. Don't just dump some sea salt out of the container into the pesto (way to salty)
4. If you email a specific spammer and ask nicely to be removed from the list, they will just send you twice as much spam (even if you were really really nice about it)
5. How to file a complaint with the Federal Trade Comission regarding a specific spammer (who thinks I need to buy Viagra)
6. How to find the IP address of a specific spammer when the email address is spoofed (Outlook > View > Options)
7. Sometimes when giving a child medicine it actually makes them more hyper instead of sleepy (Decongestant)
8. When you are 10 months old Oobi (see picture) jumping out from behind a sofa and yelling suprise is hysterical (thank god for the rewind button on the DVR)
9. When you are 10 months old and your runny nose rattles while you are drinking your bottle is also hysterical (and makes you choke because you are laughing and drinking... over and over and over)
10. Sometimes it's good just to sit around and talk to other adults (Mike and Robyn came by)

My Chiropractor cracks me up

So the coffee (see previous post) didn't really make too much of a difference this morning, except I was feeling like I had accomplished something first thing in the morning because I had actually programed the delay on the pot the night before. I was however awake enough to make it to the YMCA for a brief workout while Connor played with the kiddies in the Y daycare. I joined the Y because I thought that it would be nice to be able to drop him off and have a nice relaxing workout - child free. But because he's in the Y daycare, and I don't know what's happening with him, I'm instead in a constant state of anxiety while I work out, waiting for them to come in at any minute and throw us out because he hasn't stopped crying. Although today he did pretty ok. He cried a little bit in the beginning but calmed down (the staffer said) after about 15 minutes and started playing.
I also managed to work a chiropractor visit in, since my neck and shoulders are all wacked out again. This is a new chiro that Jorma has been going to and he really likes him. So of course today when I went in, expecting this great healing experience, instead I get to wait for an hour and 45 minutes before I was adjusted. The Dr. came in the first time after 45 minutes, (I had already been up to the reception desk once), talked to me, I did the heat therapy and then I got to wait another 45 minutes, when I went back up to the counter and told them that this was ridiculous and I was leaving, (not a nice discussion). They convinced me to stay, (they thought) when really it was the excruciating pain in my neck that convinced me, as an adjustment or two usually resolves the problem.
So of course not being able to leave well enough alone, I say something to the Dr. when I (FINALLY) get to see him. Granted I said, an hour and 45 minutes is a long time to wait for an adjustment, my friend, but I thought that was pretty nice considering I haven't signed up for any of the anger management classes I should be taking... And the Dr., like... totally came unglued.
I guess he was stressed or something, but he started lecturing me about how I needed to understand that he had been on vacation and he needed a vacation and deserved a vacation and he was behind with his patients because his patients wouldn't see anyone else and no shit... on and on with this. I was tempted to throw in, "Yeah and your spray on tan isn't winning me over either buddy" since he has this crazy obvious spray-on tan look going. I mean, how horrible must you look pale, to go and pay someone to dye your skin completely orange. Dunno. Maybe he's just been eating a lot of carrots or something.
So, he did pop my neck, but he didn't fix it instantly like my beloved Chiro in Kannapolis, Dr. Cook does. But he wants me to go back on Thursday. I haven't decided if I will or not. On one hand, he's like, right around the corner. But on the other hand, dude, he's wound pretty tight. I don't want to be there when he starts going postal with the... um.... x-ray machine, I guess. I suppose it comes down to whether or not my neck feels any better and really... it feels much worse. But sometimes, things have to get worse before they can get better so I'll have to give it a day and see. But the whole situation proves what I already knew, I do not wait well. And I also learned today that spray-tan does DOES NOT look natural. Don't do it people! And I also learned that I have more separation anxiety than my child. And finally I learned, sometimes just making a cup of coffee is an accomplishment.

Despair and dishes

Maybe it's something about not having a dishwasher that does it... but in the mornings if I wake up and the kitchen is trashed from dinner the night before, it just fills me with despair. Mornings are pretty hard for me. I know most of y'all don't want to hear my whining about how hard mornings are when you have to get up at 5am to fight traffic for an hour so you can go spend 8 hours with people that you really don't like anyway, but it's still hard. It seems harder than when I had to get up at 5am and deal with California traffic and people I didn't like anyway. (Actually I liked everyone that I worked with, but it still didn't make facing an 8-10 hour day any easier).
I first of all, like to lay in bed for a few minutes to wake up a little bit before I start my day. Then I like to walk straight into the bathroom and brush my teeth, put on something that resembles clothing, pull my hair back and stumble around until I find either coffee or something cold to drink.
That's without child.
With child - usually wake up immediately, grab the baby, change, put into highchair, throw a handful of cheerios down to avoid screaming fits, while I measure formula to make oatmeal with. At this point, for me I haven't brushed my teeth, pulled my hair back and may or may not be wearing pants. So you certainly understand while all of this happens in a kitchen with last nights plates, stacked (gasp!) next to the sink, which is filled with pots pans and random other crap to be washed can fill one with a sense of despair.
My husband who by this time has already been up for an hour, manages to look chipper toting his cup of microwaved yesterdays coffee around, as he avoids the bleary eyed grumpiness that is his wife in the mornings.
So I've got to find my groove with the morning thing. There are some Mommies, who get up and get ready first thing, shoes and (OMG!) make-up! These are the Mommies that spend their days at the YMCA working out so they can look good for their husbands. These are also the Mommies that have housekeepers, manicures and do not eat carbs. I am not that mommy.
But, Mommy that I am, I have to find some way to streamline this process. And I think it might involve coffee. So tonight I set the coffee pot. And before I go to bed I'm washing all the evidence that my husband made lasagna, (and it's alotta evidence), although I'll not complain too much since the lasagna was quite tasty. And I think before I make the oatmeal, I'll start drinking coffee. And then, after breakfast, I vow to get ready for the day, teeth brushed and all! So I can go into the living room and sit for the next two hours while a 10 month old dimpled lunatic crawls all over me, wondering... what in the hell do I need to get done today. Sometimes having a mission for the day is easier than not. That's the moral of my story. That and don't let your dishes pile up. Tomorrow maybe we can have a nice little talk about laundry.

BOOK REVIEW: Carpe Demon by Julie Kenner - Rating: * *

Julie Kenner's book, subtitled, Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom might be a good buy at a yard sale. It's definately not worth the full $12.95 price tag. Kate Connor a retired demon hunter is forced to go back to work when Demons invade her chaotic but peaceful life in Suburbia. All of her mystery solving and demon fighting takes place while she tries to get her kids to cheerleading tryouts and host dinner parties for her husbands colleagues.
This book is full of Three's Company situations. Everyone telling unbelievable lies, the co-characters being to shallow to see through them, causes the reader to lose respect for them all. Basically, the characters just aren't smart enough. Julie Kenner has attempted to charm the readers of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer genre and miserably falls short. You will figure out the plot well before Kate Connor does and read on wondering when she's gonna catch on losing respect for her all the while.

Rating: ** (out of 5)

Baby Neuvo

So we just got these really cute pictures of Connor taken. And we already have about 8 pictures of him framed around the house. So my husband says, we need to get some more frames. I gently tried to explain to him that we can't just keep adding 10 picture frames to our collection every time we get pictures made. He says, why not? I do the math for him... by the end of the year, we are looking at 30 framed pictures sitting around the house. And then what would we do when we have another one? Then we are looking at 50 framed pictures around the house on a yearly basis, which equals, 900 picture frames by the time they hit college. I didn't do the exact math for him but he does calculus for fun, so certainly he can come up with the same number. An interior decorator nightmare. Not that we have a lot of decoration going on in our house, but at some point we might... we can call our look, Baby Neuvo.

Posting pictures to the blog!

I learned how to post pictures into my blog tonight! I didn't realize that it was so easy or I would have done it sooner. I was scared that entering the code would screw up some of my posts and I'd end up getting it all jacked up and have to start from scratch. But actually, Blogger put in a gooey interface so you just click on the image icon and upload your file. It's nifty. So I posted a picture of a prairie chicken in case any one was wondering what in the hell a prairie chicken was in the first place.
I'm working on an About me page for my site. I came up with a list of 101 things about me. It wasn't that hard really. Jorma said he didn't know if he could think of 101 things about himself and I told him that I could think of 101 things about him. So I did. The best is. I have more socks than you. It doesn't matter who you are. I have more socks. This is because when Jorma lived the single bachleor life, he didn't have a washing machine and went to the WalMart on a regular basis to get socks and underwear so he didn't have to do laundry. As a result, when we moved in together, Jorma's "stuff" also included 7 hefty trashbags, (the lawn and leaf kind) of socks and underwear. But my stuff included two cats so I guess we were even.

Connor's busted lip

Today was pretty uneventful. I didn't leave the house, so I reorganized the livingroom. Connor, managed to bust his lip open on the stereo cabinet, (the mouth bleeds ALOT when it's hurt) but was easily consoled by his plastic teething fish that lives in the freezer. Sucking on the frozen teething toy did the trick though, in under an hour the swelling was gone completely. I handled it extremely well considering, I didn't realize he had even hit his mouth until he started waving his hand, (covered in blood) around.
The first time he ever got hurt, he rolled off of the sofa. This is when we were living in California and we only had the one car between us and Jorma was working. I panicked calling Jorma at work because I was ready to take the baby to the hospital for xrays and an MRI. After calling several of my Mommy friends I got calmed down with stories of, ahhh that's NOTHIN'... one time my kid (insert crazy kid story here). I guess before it's over I'll have my own share of crazy kid stories.
Poor kid, he's got a busted lip, what looks like a bit of a black eye, where he did who knows what, when... because he never cried about it and it wasn't there yesterday. And a bruise on his neck where right as I clicked his chest strap on his carseat harness, he decided to make a lunge for a plastized piglet who was laying in the seat next to him, (Tuesday). He was traumatized by that one and fought the carseat tooth and nail for the next 24 hours. His last batch of cat scratches have healed, but he has new mosquito bites from visiting PawPaw and Nana last week. He's a mess. I guess I just have to keep him hidden from social services until he heals up.

Connor and the Dr. Visit

So Connor is cutting teeth and has been since he was three months old. He has a molar up top that's coming in, except it hasn't broken the skin and the gum over it has turned purple. It's been like that for about a week, but it's just gotten darker so in a fit of paranoia, I call the Pediatrition to speak with the advice nurse.
I explain to her and she tells me that I need to leave immeadiately and bring him in, that they really need to look at it. So, I throw on some clothes, but no makeup and take off out the door with the baby. I get there in record time after teaching the other cars on the interstate that they, "Will respect the Mini-van!" (safely though) and wait for only about 3 minutes in the waiting room. Once in the dr's office however, the wait was slightly longer. 50 minutes longer.
I don't know how familar you are with our child, Connor but he's quite a handful. He wants to put everything in his mouth, squirms to get down constantly ( I mean non stop), crawls off in the middle of a diaper change if I'm not holding him down with my feet, and figured out how to climb before he figured out how to walk.
So 50 minutes of this. He is entertained by books for about 5 minutes before becoming fascinated by the biohazard container mounted to the wall. He of course never gets close to touching it, thanks to mom's new found paranoia, but makes a constant effort to climb me so he can get a better look at it. Moving the chair only brings something equally fascinating and after being held in place for just 15 minutes, he starts screaming unless I'm playing "bouncey, bouncey, bouncey kiss!" with him, which is played exactly how it sounds. I finally succumb to going back out to the car to get the stroller, which I should have done in the first place, but on the way back in, the nurse has found another doctor to see him, since the one we had scheduled with still had time with her current patient.
The Dr. says, the nurse said that you had to go and get the stroller because you were having a hard time containing the baby. I know by the look that he gives me that I look just totally run down. And Connor is perfectly still. He lays Connor down on the table to look in his mouth. I warn him that Connor is a wiggler and that I'll have to hold him still. But Connor is perfectly still. And the purple spot is gum bruising and perfectly normal. I get Connor into his stroller. The Dr. leaves and Connor starts trying to climb out of his stroller.

What is Labor Day, anyway?

Labour Day (or Labor Day) is an annual holiday that resulted from efforts of the labour union movement, to celebrate the economic and social achievements of workers.

The origins of the American Labor Day can be traced back to the Knights of Labor in the United States, and a parade organized by them at that time on September 5 1882 in New York City. In 1884 another parade was held, and the Knights passed resolutions to make this an annual event. Other labour organizations (and there were many), but notably the affiliates of the International Workingmen's Association who were seen as a hotbed of socialists and anarchists, favoured a May 1 holiday. With the event of Chicago's Haymarket riots in early May of 1886, president Grover Cleveland believed that a May 1 holiday could become an opportunity to commemorate the riots. But fearing it may strengthen the socialist movement, he quickly moved in 1887 to support the position of the Knights of Labor and their date for Labor Day. The date was adopted in Canada in 1894 by the government of Prime Minister John Thompson, although the concept of a Labour Day actually originated with marches in both Toronto and Ottawa in 1872. On the other hand, socialist delegates in Paris in 1889 appointed May 1 as the official International Labour Day.

See... everything's political.

like one of those prairie chickens.

I know, it's been a couple of days since I've blogged. I blame it on the Katrina footage I got sucked into. September 11th style. I'm not going to rant about how long it took the government to get in there and evacuate and supply (although I could) I'm not going to go on and on about how we seem to be able to organize and deploy for battle in 24 hours or less, but can't get off of our ass for a disaster that EVERYONE KNEW WAS COMING. If you want to read all of that stuff, check out CNN.com. There is rant a plenty there. I will say however... Republicans. You are toast next election. Yeah. I'm smiling just a little. (Sorry Mikey)
Poor Jorma can't watch the coverage. He can handle about 5 minutes of it and then he gets glazed over look and after it digests he gets so pissed off that he starts this free association type ranting which ends with the war in Iraq and in middle has a whole lot of profanity. I keep waiting for him to spin around and around like one of those prairie chickens.
Yesterday. I had a whole 7 hours of baby-free time. Did you read that? BABYFREE! (Insert thanks to husband here) I went up to Pattie's for her summer is gone blow out, where I got to sit and talk with everyone, (without a diaper change), swim in the pool, (without a time-check for the next feeding), drink a beer, (without dodging the reach of my 10 month old) and completely blow my diet, (without a child in my lap). I was Janice for a whole 7 hours. It was absolutely wonderful... even if I did start missing my little one about 3 hours into the gig. I told Darlene and she said, "Don't worry... that'll pass". She has three hellions (and I do mean hellions) of her own.
My little rugrat went with me to see PawPaw and Nana who were hosting Great Aunt Jo and Emmie for the weekend. He had a marvelous time throwing Cherrios and rice all over the floor of the mexican restaurant, where the doughhead waitress was explaining to me over and over that the plate she was holding was very hot while she held it in the reach of Connor who promptly burned himself and started crying. When you go to a restaurant you can pretty much tell if your wait person has children or not by the vicinity in which they place food, drinks and other necessities in relation to your child. Our waitress did not have children. Did not.
I'm currently reading a book about a demon hunter soccer mom. Now a book like that sounds like it would have potential. Doesn't it? So far it's crappy. I'll let you know how it turns out when I do my blog book review, which I will start doing each time I finish a book. Maybe someday I'll figure out how to work Movable Type and create a blog with a response area. Then we could start a book club. I guess first I'll just focus on blogging on a regular basis. It's a start.

no. it's really five am

If you were at our house at 4:30am this morning, you would have seen my son, patting the side of my face, (that's right he made it to the bed again) wide awake and wanting to play. I tried to get him back to sleep but he wasn't having it. When I looked up at him and groaned he just smiled his sweet, Hi Mommy, I'm so glad to see you! smile, so I got up and made him oatmeal anyways. He was wide awake and playing at 5am in the livingroom. Me, I just watched him with a stunned expression on my face, repeating in my head... no. it's really five am. I guess that's no earlier than some of you have to get up and go to work so I shouldn't be complaining but it's still hard to deal with. Especially when my job in the mornings consists of diapers, oatmeals, sippy cups and singing upbeat silly songs with a 10 month old.
I haven't been drinking a whole lotta coffee lately. I'm not sure why. It does help wake me up, I think I just pour a cup and get busy, tooling around the house with laundry and dishes and then forget that I have it. Or truthfully, sometimes I get caught up in Regis and Kelly, but that doesn't happen often. In part because I try to limit the time that the little one is exposed to the television, (which effects me too, dang it), but also because it's hard to focus on a TV show with a 10 month old, hanging from the side of your arm, dangling off of the sofa yelling, DADADADADA at the top of his lungs. Eventually I just give up and turn off the TV. And then he gets all of my attention... ah how they train you.

If you were at our house tonight...

If you were at our house tonight around 7pm, you would have seen Jorma and me trying to pretend that fajitas wrapped in lettuce taste the same as fajitas wrapped in a warm flour tortilla. We are starting the South Beach way of life again, and it requires a week with no carbs (really two, but we go one) to break the sugar cravings. It's been three days and no one is dead yet, so I think it's working ok. It's hard getting that baby weight off. We joined the Y, which is nice because they have daycare, so I can get away for 45 minutes or so and Connor and play with some other kiddies. Except he's really not interested in other kiddies right now and last time we went, he screamed almost the whole time and they had to come and get me. I was, if no other day going to Wednesdays when I had the sitter, but now she's back in school so I'm stuck with the Y daycare again. I'll be sure and post how it goes.
I really want to try yoga. I think some stretching might do me better than cardio right now. I do so much reaching bending and catching that I need to limber up. I took a tumble down our livingroom stairs a couple of months ago, (don't gasp there are only two stairs), while holding the baby. I landed on my elbows holding him up in the air and wasn't hurt badly at all. He actually enjoyed it, giggling when we reached the ground. I wish I could remember being a baby. It's almost not fair.