A rough morning for The Husband. No swimming class for The Boy. and I keep trying.
It started at 4am with Lucas having a poo emergency. Then Marcus cries out for me from a nightmare at 5:30am. Then Franklin yells "LISA! LISA!". That's never a good sign when he's doing his dialysis treatment and needs help. He's crashing. He needs me. I open the saline drip to try to bring his blood pressure back up. I need to stay calm and focused with kids crying in the background and a husband who can barely speak and whose eyes are sporadically rolling back. Long story short after helping him with his dialysis machine and yelling to Marcus that I am helping Daddy and will be there soon, his blood pressure is 99/49.
In all my diet mania I've rid the house of chips and cookies. Most things high in salt or sugar. But, at this time something salty is what the The Husband asks for. I bring him some crackers. Of course after he eats four with not much change, we see that it is unsalted. But, at least he's feeling more stable so I go get the babies. Marcus tells me "I want to be a doctor so I can help Daddy". I want to cry.
Franklin is sleeping. I've made Marcus a peanut butter and jam roll up on whole wheat pita, with a glass of milk, apple juice, and now some grapes. We're watching Kung Fu Panda and will just chill. We have to pick up some supplies at the hospital, so hopefully later will be better.
Hopefully.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Live Life
This is your LIFE.
Do what you love, and do it often.
If you don't like something, change it.
If you don't like your job, quit.
If you don't have enough time, stop watching TV.
If you are looking for the love of your life, stop. They will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love.
Stop over analyzing. Life is simple.
All emotions are beautiful when you eat and appreciate every last bite.
Open your mind,arms and heart to new things and people. We are united in our differences.
Ask the next person next to you to see what their passion is. And share your inspiring dream with them.
Travel often; Getting lost will help you find yourself.
Some opportunities only come once. Seize them.
Life is about the people you meet, and the things you create with them, so go out and start creating.
Life is short. Live your dream and wear your passion.
I read this somewhere and felt inspired to make changes. Life can become monotonous and boring sometimes. You feel like you are in a rut. But, make a change and get yourself out of it. It is only you that keeps you there.
2011 is my year and I'm doing ME.
Do what you love, and do it often.
If you don't like something, change it.
If you don't like your job, quit.
If you don't have enough time, stop watching TV.
If you are looking for the love of your life, stop. They will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love.
Stop over analyzing. Life is simple.
All emotions are beautiful when you eat and appreciate every last bite.
Open your mind,arms and heart to new things and people. We are united in our differences.
Ask the next person next to you to see what their passion is. And share your inspiring dream with them.
Travel often; Getting lost will help you find yourself.
Some opportunities only come once. Seize them.
Life is about the people you meet, and the things you create with them, so go out and start creating.
Life is short. Live your dream and wear your passion.
I read this somewhere and felt inspired to make changes. Life can become monotonous and boring sometimes. You feel like you are in a rut. But, make a change and get yourself out of it. It is only you that keeps you there.
2011 is my year and I'm doing ME.
Saved from Evil
It was a looooooong morning.
It started with a crank call at 6:15am. nice.
Have to be at M's Godmother's place by 7:30am (actually 7:45am, but you know who you are...sometimes you have to trick yourself to get there on time. or at least reasonably late). Diaper changes, clothes, teeth, clean the car, and car seats, then we are off by 7:30am. W00t! I'm running on time.
Turn onto the major street and already I'm hit with traffic. Grrr. Two and a half hours later we are all at the Parenting Centre. Awesome place for the picknees. Sandbox, Waterbox, painting, crafts, sing time, story time, snacks, crafts, books, blocks, play kitchen, costumes, bumba chair, play saucer chair thingy, coffee,toys, and FUN!
We had McD's for breakfast. Egg McMuffin combo. Forgot to mention no butter & no cheese. ahh well. I chose the 'healthy' breakfast right? :P
By 2pm I'm STARVING! We are on our way to our Roots of Empathy (ROE) meeting. We stop off at a store because me and my camel (aka my niece Nicole who drinks LOTS of water) are thirsty. And there it is. In all its prepackaged, refined sugar, evil glory. A hostess chocolate cupcake. I got the water since I'm thirsty, but try to hold off since we'll be going out to eat after the ROE session. But, when you are hungry almost anything looks delicious. Even disgusting fake chocolate fat in the shape of a cupcake.
In the car I figured if I share it with M's Godmother or my niece I wouldn't be totally fatting out. But, my niece saved me. She took it out of my hands. Told me not to do it. I still wanted it. Even tried to convince her to sink to my level and have one. Then she read out the 'nutritional' value. Sodium, Sugar, Fat, Calories. That did it. No thanks.
Thanks Darling! You saved my waistline for that minute. Although, at 7:44am it's looking pretty tempting again. I should just throw it away. Or maybe someone can eat it in front of me so I can eat it vicariously through them.
Any volunteers?
It started with a crank call at 6:15am. nice.
Have to be at M's Godmother's place by 7:30am (actually 7:45am, but you know who you are...sometimes you have to trick yourself to get there on time. or at least reasonably late). Diaper changes, clothes, teeth, clean the car, and car seats, then we are off by 7:30am. W00t! I'm running on time.
Turn onto the major street and already I'm hit with traffic. Grrr. Two and a half hours later we are all at the Parenting Centre. Awesome place for the picknees. Sandbox, Waterbox, painting, crafts, sing time, story time, snacks, crafts, books, blocks, play kitchen, costumes, bumba chair, play saucer chair thingy, coffee,toys, and FUN!
We had McD's for breakfast. Egg McMuffin combo. Forgot to mention no butter & no cheese. ahh well. I chose the 'healthy' breakfast right? :P
By 2pm I'm STARVING! We are on our way to our Roots of Empathy (ROE) meeting. We stop off at a store because me and my camel (aka my niece Nicole who drinks LOTS of water) are thirsty. And there it is. In all its prepackaged, refined sugar, evil glory. A hostess chocolate cupcake. I got the water since I'm thirsty, but try to hold off since we'll be going out to eat after the ROE session. But, when you are hungry almost anything looks delicious. Even disgusting fake chocolate fat in the shape of a cupcake.
In the car I figured if I share it with M's Godmother or my niece I wouldn't be totally fatting out. But, my niece saved me. She took it out of my hands. Told me not to do it. I still wanted it. Even tried to convince her to sink to my level and have one. Then she read out the 'nutritional' value. Sodium, Sugar, Fat, Calories. That did it. No thanks.
Thanks Darling! You saved my waistline for that minute. Although, at 7:44am it's looking pretty tempting again. I should just throw it away. Or maybe someone can eat it in front of me so I can eat it vicariously through them.
Any volunteers?
Drive Much?!?
There's a reason I take the GO Train to work and not drive. I mean, I could drive. The $ is about the same since I know where's a good parking lot, but I I just cannot handle the traffic on 404/DVP. I'd rather play my DS, listen to my iPod, read the Shout Outs, read my chick-lit book, do the Sudoku, crochet, ANYTHING! except sleep. I just can't sleep in public like that. My brother asked "what's the problem? you think someone's going to steal your shoes?". Yeah...my family....the comedians. :P
But, I digress. Driving with traffic is bad enough, but add some type of slippery weather and everyone's brains turn off. Like WTF!?
1. Slow the F down!
2. Speed the F up!
3. Why are you Fing breaking there's NO ONE in front of you?
4. He's following too close. Get off my A$$!
5. Check your blind spot MF!
6. Get off the road! YOU give me a bad name chick/asian
(please excuse the expletives. when i suffer from road rage, it also lowers my I.Q., tolerance, and increases my racist outbursts) I have to now say this all in my head since I have children in the car.
And for the greater good, my road rage will sleep while I take the GO Train.
But, I digress. Driving with traffic is bad enough, but add some type of slippery weather and everyone's brains turn off. Like WTF!?
1. Slow the F down!
2. Speed the F up!
3. Why are you Fing breaking there's NO ONE in front of you?
4. He's following too close. Get off my A$$!
5. Check your blind spot MF!
6. Get off the road! YOU give me a bad name chick/asian
(please excuse the expletives. when i suffer from road rage, it also lowers my I.Q., tolerance, and increases my racist outbursts) I have to now say this all in my head since I have children in the car.
And for the greater good, my road rage will sleep while I take the GO Train.
I smell $h!t. Do you smell that?!?
Have you ever potty trained a kid?!? It's my first time and man, are there ups and downs. And the downs are all gross!
UP:
M-Dawg: Can I use the potty mommy?
Me: Yes! Yes! Of course! Come, let me undo your onesy.
M-Dawg: (Runs over and puts his arms up to take it off)
Me: (thinks: off?? ummm..whatever....go with it)
M-Dawg: Look mommy! Look!
Me: Awesome! Amazing! Way to go buddy! You did it! You did it! Let's call po-po and gung-gung and tell them! (grandmother and grandfather from mother's side in Chinese)
M-Dawg: I get TWO wine gums mommy.
Me: ok. That was the deal. (how'd he remember that?!?) Now, let's put your clothes back on.
M-Dawg: Noooooooooooo! (Run around living room naked for45 mins)
DOWN:
Marky Marc has taken off his PJs on the pretext of going to use the potty. It worked last time, so why not?
Frankie: I smell shit. Do you smell that? (Comes down the stairs after waking up)
Marky Marc: LANGUAGE DADDY!
Me: Yeah, Daddy. LANGUAGE! Maybe it's your upper lip? (smirk)
Frankie: No Seriously. Marcus, did you poo?
Marky Marc: Nooooooo (giggles)
Frankie: What IS that?! Marcus, did you POO?!
Marky Marc: Noooo (giggles)
Frankie: (looks around and sees his PJs and underpants lying on the floor with POO in IT!) MARCUS!!
Me: MARCUS!! (Marky Marc turns to run away and now you can see his butt...that's all I'm sayin') DO NOT SIT ON THAT!! Get upstairs! Get upstairs!
Marky Marc: HA HA HA HA HA! (sits down)
UP:
M-Dawg: Can I use the potty mommy?
Me: Yes! Yes! Of course! Come, let me undo your onesy.
M-Dawg: (Runs over and puts his arms up to take it off)
Me: (thinks: off?? ummm..whatever....go with it)
M-Dawg: Look mommy! Look!
Me: Awesome! Amazing! Way to go buddy! You did it! You did it! Let's call po-po and gung-gung and tell them! (grandmother and grandfather from mother's side in Chinese)
M-Dawg: I get TWO wine gums mommy.
Me: ok. That was the deal. (how'd he remember that?!?) Now, let's put your clothes back on.
M-Dawg: Noooooooooooo! (Run around living room naked for45 mins)
DOWN:
Marky Marc has taken off his PJs on the pretext of going to use the potty. It worked last time, so why not?
Frankie: I smell shit. Do you smell that? (Comes down the stairs after waking up)
Marky Marc: LANGUAGE DADDY!
Me: Yeah, Daddy. LANGUAGE! Maybe it's your upper lip? (smirk)
Frankie: No Seriously. Marcus, did you poo?
Marky Marc: Nooooooo (giggles)
Frankie: What IS that?! Marcus, did you POO?!
Marky Marc: Noooo (giggles)
Frankie: (looks around and sees his PJs and underpants lying on the floor with POO in IT!) MARCUS!!
Me: MARCUS!! (Marky Marc turns to run away and now you can see his butt...that's all I'm sayin') DO NOT SIT ON THAT!! Get upstairs! Get upstairs!
Marky Marc: HA HA HA HA HA! (sits down)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Biggest Loser
So, one of my 2011 resolutions was to make myself a priority and become FABulous again. I signed up for Zumba and setup some tools to help me with my diet.
First: Zumba – FUN! FUN! FUN!
I thought to myself “I have rhythm. I can dance. This should be easy to transition into getting more active”. That’s what I thought. Then I went to my first class and felt like I had one left foot on an old lady’s body. I say one because I could do most of the moves and didn’t twist an ankle. I did go the wrong way then the rest of the class. I did bump into the fan that was behind me. I did laugh my head off at how funny I looked in the front mirror. Oh what a sight: red faced, going the wrong way, and laughing like I was high. Good times.
Second: Diet – Game ON!
So, to help motivate me to stay on this diet I engaged my oldest brother into a Biggest Loser type competition. We will have a weigh-in at our weekly family dinners and the winner of the $5 from the other person will be the person who loses the largest percentage of body weight from the previous week. We’ll have a 3 and 6 month BIG weigh in: who ever has lost the highest percentage of weight change from the original start weight. We agreed $20 for that one. Yes, we could have agreed to bigger money, i.e. $100, but the reality is my brother and I are uber competitive. It’s not the money, but the personal honour of being able to shamelessly emotionally abuse the chubb chubb that motivates us. I can’t weight! (not a spelling mistake, but bad pun)
Now that Franklin has many more ‘good’ days than before, I see us getting out more. Why better now compared to before? I’ll save that for another day of reflection.
The ‘uber’ (aka unhealthy) competition conversation:
Brother: I will die before I lose
Me: You just might old man. Be careful. I joined Zumba! (note to reader: I realize I have to do more that one measly class a week, but gotta start somewhere, so spppfft
)
Brother: Well, I’ve got hockey.
Me: Men do lose weight faster than woman, but I am younger and breastfeeding!
Brother: ewwwww
Me: ha ha ha. Breastfeeding!! Breastfeeding!!
For those who need the math: example – (start at 200 pounds and lose 10 pounds and you have lost 5%)
[(Start weight - Finish Weight) X 100 / Start weight = percentage lost.].
Second again – Tracking what I put in my belly
I’m using MyFitnessPal.com to track what I put into my mouth. It’s pretty good. You enter your starting weight and target weight by when and it will tell you how much calories you need to eat to reach your goal. They have a database of food that I can search. I select what I ate and the portion. The site will calculate the calories, carbs, fat, protein. It’s not so much I’m counting, but just to be aware of what I’m eating.
I got rid of all the chips and cookies. I know the family would like to have one and when company comes over who doesn’t want to have a snacker handy. But, if it’s in the house I’ll eat it. I don’t have the self-control part down yet. For food and for many other things for that matter. lol For some of my friends is alcohol, smoking, shopping, etc. YOU know who you are. You can relate.
Diet is not the politically correct term anymore. Life style change is the buzz word now. Well, it’s a diet now until it becomes second nature to turn down a second portion of delicious lasagna, choose fish instead of steak since I’ve already eaten red meat twice this week, pass on the chocolate fudge cake and have fruit. I’m still getting a handle on portion control so I could eat a sliver of cake or only two cookies.
I WILL get there.
First: Zumba – FUN! FUN! FUN!
I thought to myself “I have rhythm. I can dance. This should be easy to transition into getting more active”. That’s what I thought. Then I went to my first class and felt like I had one left foot on an old lady’s body. I say one because I could do most of the moves and didn’t twist an ankle. I did go the wrong way then the rest of the class. I did bump into the fan that was behind me. I did laugh my head off at how funny I looked in the front mirror. Oh what a sight: red faced, going the wrong way, and laughing like I was high. Good times.
Second: Diet – Game ON!
So, to help motivate me to stay on this diet I engaged my oldest brother into a Biggest Loser type competition. We will have a weigh-in at our weekly family dinners and the winner of the $5 from the other person will be the person who loses the largest percentage of body weight from the previous week. We’ll have a 3 and 6 month BIG weigh in: who ever has lost the highest percentage of weight change from the original start weight. We agreed $20 for that one. Yes, we could have agreed to bigger money, i.e. $100, but the reality is my brother and I are uber competitive. It’s not the money, but the personal honour of being able to shamelessly emotionally abuse the chubb chubb that motivates us. I can’t weight! (not a spelling mistake, but bad pun)
Now that Franklin has many more ‘good’ days than before, I see us getting out more. Why better now compared to before? I’ll save that for another day of reflection.
The ‘uber’ (aka unhealthy) competition conversation:
Brother: I will die before I lose
Me: You just might old man. Be careful. I joined Zumba! (note to reader: I realize I have to do more that one measly class a week, but gotta start somewhere, so spppfft
)Brother: Well, I’ve got hockey.
Me: Men do lose weight faster than woman, but I am younger and breastfeeding!
Brother: ewwwww
Me: ha ha ha. Breastfeeding!! Breastfeeding!!
For those who need the math: example – (start at 200 pounds and lose 10 pounds and you have lost 5%)
[(Start weight - Finish Weight) X 100 / Start weight = percentage lost.].
Second again – Tracking what I put in my belly
I’m using MyFitnessPal.com to track what I put into my mouth. It’s pretty good. You enter your starting weight and target weight by when and it will tell you how much calories you need to eat to reach your goal. They have a database of food that I can search. I select what I ate and the portion. The site will calculate the calories, carbs, fat, protein. It’s not so much I’m counting, but just to be aware of what I’m eating.
I got rid of all the chips and cookies. I know the family would like to have one and when company comes over who doesn’t want to have a snacker handy. But, if it’s in the house I’ll eat it. I don’t have the self-control part down yet. For food and for many other things for that matter. lol For some of my friends is alcohol, smoking, shopping, etc. YOU know who you are. You can relate.
Diet is not the politically correct term anymore. Life style change is the buzz word now. Well, it’s a diet now until it becomes second nature to turn down a second portion of delicious lasagna, choose fish instead of steak since I’ve already eaten red meat twice this week, pass on the chocolate fudge cake and have fruit. I’m still getting a handle on portion control so I could eat a sliver of cake or only two cookies.
I WILL get there.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Potty Mouth - LITERALLY
ewww! ewww! ewww! You'd think I would know better by now.
It starts off with a 4:13am wake up cry. At first it sounded like mwah mwah mwah mwah like Charlie Brown's teacher. Then you slowly figure it out. PICK ME UP! MY DIAPER IS DIRTY! FEED ME! The more intense crying then the 1:15am cry. Hey, after 3-months of interrupted sleep, you're not always as swift. You try it! Also, it used to be the 3am show. Check my FB posts to see the pattern.
But, I digress. As I change his diaper I'm doing things via small lamp lighting. I've done this a gajillion times. No problem right? I'm singing a little ditty that goes like this "You're name is Lucas. My name is Mommy. His name is Marcus. And Daddy too. We all love you every daaaaaaay, even when you pee or poo" (in the tune of "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine")
Well, when you change boys you either have to be FAST or PREPARED.
By being prepared you have to:
- Put a tissue over their goo-goo while you do everything. i.e. put their hand mittens back on, wiping, putting on butt cream, that kinda stuff
- KEEP YOUR MOUTH CLOSED!
I obviously wasn't "prepared" at 4:30am and I knew it once the fluid hit my lips. OMG! That woke my ass up real quick.
note to self: Be faster at changing diapers
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