This past week has been a tense one, needless to say, for our nation. We have been under attack, again, and a tragic accident occurred.
Friday night we caught one of the individuals associated with the Boston Marathon bombing. Unfortunately, the other individual was killed. I say 'unfortunate' because we cannot question him as to why he did this to us. I hoping the individual who was caught will confess the reasoning behind this gruesome attack.
Then there was the fertilizer plant explosion. As of this posted blog, there is still no explanation of the explosion. I am certain they will come to a conclusion soon. In just three days, they have investigated enough and stopped the fires so people can start returning to their homes that live in the area. Three days!! I think that is impressive.
We are the United States of America. We will persevere. We have in the past. We will now. We already have.
There is not much more I can say about the tragedies. Most of us have been glued to the tv or internet to see these tragedies played out. There is not much more to be said about all this. Yes, I'm saddened by them. Yes, they have left their mark on our nation. Yes, the families these tragedies have touched are forever changed. Yes, we all will move on. Let's move on, America. Go strong!
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Mommy, are you exercising?
I just started a walking/running routine yesterday. Why? I signed up for a 5K. Everyone is doing it!! Right?! Yeah, well, I signed up for a fun 5K!! A zombie mud run 5k. Am I running in this 5k? Nope. I'm just going to be a zombie. *Looks at self* A fat zombie amongst all those skinny runners? *laughter* No. At least not this fat. Yes, I am overweight-ish. Maybe not as healthy as I would like to be. Am I happy with me? Yes and no. Who am I doing this for? My child (and myself).
I don't want to be that mom that is too big that can't do anything with their child. He is constantly asking me to play with him outside. I've been feeling really fatigued lately. I don't feel like playing with him. But I want to play with him. My body just won't let me. So, I'm doing something about it. :)
So, yesterday was my first day walking/running. (*For Boston!)
OMG! I'm not taking my kid with me next time. The extra weight to push was a little overwhelming. Maybe when I get a little bit more in shape, I'll push him in the stroller so I can tone but as of right now, no more.
He also needs to talk to me while I'm walking/running. I know you are suppose to be able to hold little conversations when doing this type of workout. You don't know my child. He talks about EVERYTHING! He's three years old. He's discovering his world around him. He's asking questions. He's stating facts. He's making observations. He's doing all this while I'm walking/running and out of breath. I try to respond to most things but I just want to concentrate on getting my first workout done!
So, we start out. He is in his stroller, a regular stroller. I'm not going out buying a jogging stroller when in a few months/years he'll be outgrown it. He is a big three year old. I'm also one who quits things. I'm hoping not to do that this time but I don't want a jogging stroller collecting dust in the garage because I quit. Here is the following conversation as I'm walking/running (my workout has me alternate).
My son: Mommy, where are we going?
Me: For a jog.
Son: Why?
Me: For exercise.
(silence for a while)
Son: I see trees.
Me: Uh, huh.
Son: Mommy, I see water.
Me: (puzzled, looks in the ditch, there it is) Uh, huh.
(silence for a little while)
My phone: Run. (I have one of those apps that tells you what to do.)
Son: Wheeeeeeee! (Stands up in the stroller)
Me: Sit down!
(He sits down. We continue down the road as my phone tells me what to do.)
Son: Mommy, are you exercising?
Me: Yes.
(I'm surprised there is no comment or "why?" after that. We continue on for a while longer.)
Son: I see the road going by.
Me: Uh, huh.
Son: I see stones.
Me: Yes.
Son: Mommy, watch out for that car.
Me: Uh, huh.
Son: Mommy, that car is coming.
Me: Uh, huh.
Son: Watch out!
(Car passes us without any incident.)
Son: Whoa, that was a close one!
My phone: Run.
(Some more walk, run, walk, run.)
Son: (As I'm turning around to head back home) Mommy, where are we going?
Me: Home.
Son: Why?
Me: Because.....I'm....almost....finished.
Son: You're almost finished?
Me: Yes.
Son: You're almost finished running?
Me: Yes.
My phone: Walk. (Thank, God!)
Son: Mommy, where are we going?
Me: Home.
Son: I don't want to go home.
(If I could I would have slapped my forehead with my palm.)
Me: Too...bad.
We continue down the road. My phone tells me a few more times to walk, run and a final cool down walk. Then I see the virtual light up ahead. Woohoo! By this time, I'm feeling good but tired. I just want my legs to stop. I know I'm not finished yet. I still have to do my cool down stretches. I finally get home. I start my cool down stretches using YouTube on my phone. I see my son grab the stroller. He wants to go again. This time, I do slap my palm to my forehead.
*I signed up for the 5k before the Boston Marathon incident. I had already decided to start my workout the following day. But I did dedicate my first workout to those involved in Boston.
I don't want to be that mom that is too big that can't do anything with their child. He is constantly asking me to play with him outside. I've been feeling really fatigued lately. I don't feel like playing with him. But I want to play with him. My body just won't let me. So, I'm doing something about it. :)
So, yesterday was my first day walking/running. (*For Boston!)
OMG! I'm not taking my kid with me next time. The extra weight to push was a little overwhelming. Maybe when I get a little bit more in shape, I'll push him in the stroller so I can tone but as of right now, no more.
He also needs to talk to me while I'm walking/running. I know you are suppose to be able to hold little conversations when doing this type of workout. You don't know my child. He talks about EVERYTHING! He's three years old. He's discovering his world around him. He's asking questions. He's stating facts. He's making observations. He's doing all this while I'm walking/running and out of breath. I try to respond to most things but I just want to concentrate on getting my first workout done!
So, we start out. He is in his stroller, a regular stroller. I'm not going out buying a jogging stroller when in a few months/years he'll be outgrown it. He is a big three year old. I'm also one who quits things. I'm hoping not to do that this time but I don't want a jogging stroller collecting dust in the garage because I quit. Here is the following conversation as I'm walking/running (my workout has me alternate).
My son: Mommy, where are we going?
Me: For a jog.
Son: Why?
Me: For exercise.
(silence for a while)
Son: I see trees.
Me: Uh, huh.
Son: Mommy, I see water.
Me: (puzzled, looks in the ditch, there it is) Uh, huh.
(silence for a little while)
My phone: Run. (I have one of those apps that tells you what to do.)
Son: Wheeeeeeee! (Stands up in the stroller)
Me: Sit down!
(He sits down. We continue down the road as my phone tells me what to do.)
Son: Mommy, are you exercising?
Me: Yes.
(I'm surprised there is no comment or "why?" after that. We continue on for a while longer.)
Son: I see the road going by.
Me: Uh, huh.
Son: I see stones.
Me: Yes.
Son: Mommy, watch out for that car.
Me: Uh, huh.
Son: Mommy, that car is coming.
Me: Uh, huh.
Son: Watch out!
(Car passes us without any incident.)
Son: Whoa, that was a close one!
My phone: Run.
(Some more walk, run, walk, run.)
Son: (As I'm turning around to head back home) Mommy, where are we going?
Me: Home.
Son: Why?
Me: Because.....I'm....almost....finished.
Son: You're almost finished?
Me: Yes.
Son: You're almost finished running?
Me: Yes.
My phone: Walk. (Thank, God!)
Son: Mommy, where are we going?
Me: Home.
Son: I don't want to go home.
(If I could I would have slapped my forehead with my palm.)
Me: Too...bad.
We continue down the road. My phone tells me a few more times to walk, run and a final cool down walk. Then I see the virtual light up ahead. Woohoo! By this time, I'm feeling good but tired. I just want my legs to stop. I know I'm not finished yet. I still have to do my cool down stretches. I finally get home. I start my cool down stretches using YouTube on my phone. I see my son grab the stroller. He wants to go again. This time, I do slap my palm to my forehead.
*I signed up for the 5k before the Boston Marathon incident. I had already decided to start my workout the following day. But I did dedicate my first workout to those involved in Boston.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
The Start Up
*Deep breath*
Okay. Here it goes. My first blog. Let's start with what this blog is going to be about. Kids. Kids and what comes out of their mouths. Okay, maybe I didn't say that right. I meant words, people. Yes, there is the vomit, the yucky food they don't want to eat so they spit it out, teeth when they fall out, etc. I'll be concentrating on the words they spew.
Funny. The funny side of children's words. Those phrases they say out of the blue that have us chuckling or reposting on facebook that just don't have the same impact as when it came out of your child's mouth. Yeah, I'll try to relay the exact phrase, the tone in which is was spoken, and the moment when it made me laugh.
Cute. Those cute phrases that kids say that make us go, "awww." For instance, the other day I said, "I am exhausted. Whew!" My three year old (which is the most hilarious age, I think) comes over to me, lays a hand on my knee, and says, "That's okay," in the sweetest, kindest voice. I understood it as he was trying to console me in my time of fatigue. It was so precious.
What? He just said what? Those words or sentences that we hope we never hear again. You know, those words you say, that you really shouldn't have said around your kids and then they repeat it, and repeat it, and repeat it. OR those amazing, out-of-this-world insights they verbalize to us that completely knock us off our feet. For example, my son, when he was two telling me that the train over there is a diesel, not a steam engine. When did he learn that?! (I know where he learned it just didn't realize he was paying attention, but that's another story.)
For the most part those are the categories I file my son's interesting talk into. So, I hope you get some chuckles out of this blog and don't forget to look up my Facebook page under the same title. And please, let me know how I'm doing.
Okay. Here it goes. My first blog. Let's start with what this blog is going to be about. Kids. Kids and what comes out of their mouths. Okay, maybe I didn't say that right. I meant words, people. Yes, there is the vomit, the yucky food they don't want to eat so they spit it out, teeth when they fall out, etc. I'll be concentrating on the words they spew.
Funny. The funny side of children's words. Those phrases they say out of the blue that have us chuckling or reposting on facebook that just don't have the same impact as when it came out of your child's mouth. Yeah, I'll try to relay the exact phrase, the tone in which is was spoken, and the moment when it made me laugh.
Cute. Those cute phrases that kids say that make us go, "awww." For instance, the other day I said, "I am exhausted. Whew!" My three year old (which is the most hilarious age, I think) comes over to me, lays a hand on my knee, and says, "That's okay," in the sweetest, kindest voice. I understood it as he was trying to console me in my time of fatigue. It was so precious.
What? He just said what? Those words or sentences that we hope we never hear again. You know, those words you say, that you really shouldn't have said around your kids and then they repeat it, and repeat it, and repeat it. OR those amazing, out-of-this-world insights they verbalize to us that completely knock us off our feet. For example, my son, when he was two telling me that the train over there is a diesel, not a steam engine. When did he learn that?! (I know where he learned it just didn't realize he was paying attention, but that's another story.)
For the most part those are the categories I file my son's interesting talk into. So, I hope you get some chuckles out of this blog and don't forget to look up my Facebook page under the same title. And please, let me know how I'm doing.
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