My lunch was healthier than yours was…

um. yeah…sorry about that.

I am very excited though about how healthy it actually was. Lately lunch has been consisting of a few Vienna sausages shared with Ashlyn, some chips shared with Reagan. And, that’s about it. I munch off their plates while cleaning the kitchen, getting them more of whatever. I assume you’re holding me to a higher standard though since it is Accountability April and all.

So, this is what I made myself today:

Healthy Lunch

  • One BLTAC Sandwich (bacon, lettuce, tomato, avocado and Muenster cheese sandwich with honey cranberry mustard)
  • Fresh strawberries and grapes
  • Fresh bell peppers with asiago peppercorn dressing
  • A french onion cheese wedge with wheat crackers
  • One heaping glass of milk (since I don’t get enough calcium either)

Total time to make: about 20 minutes. I was making the girls’ lunches as well. This is what I don’t like about eating healthy. It takes so much longer to prepare. I’m determined to keep it up though.

And now for dessert:

Edible Mural 

part of the edible mural Reagan made yesterday. More explanation to come later. I will not give up sweets totally while I’m trying to eat more healthy things. I don’t want to completely torture myself people.

Subtleties of Spring

I’ve been hearing the baby birds in the bushes and trees outside my window. When I stay up too late at night I can hear them crying out for their nourishment. In the hours of the morning when I’m still semi-comatose, yet beginning to awaken they are again peeping to be fed. At first it seemed like the oddest hours. Then I remembered both of my little chicks in their earliest days. It didn’t matter what our preconceptions were about time, sleep and hunger. When their bellies told them they were hungry, then it was time to eat.

I wonder how long it will take for mama and daddy to regulate their eating…Or are they demand feed parents and feed whenever the little peeps get loud? For now I am enjoying their subtle interruptions to my sleep. It reminds me that it’s warmer outside. The grass is turning greener with each rain shower. The buds are almost ready to bloom on the trees.

By the time spring’s glory turns into summer’s heat the little birdies will have learned how to feed themselves. As much as I am a proponent for the empty nest, as I’ve always said I cannot wait until Du and I are empty nesters, I am glad that God gives us a little bit more time with our young ones than mama and daddy bird get.

God, You grant us a glimpse at Your wonderful mysteries. Thank You for letting us experience them.

And the Winners Are…

of the Baby Gizmo Buying Guide

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Congratulations to the following ladies!

#29 — Lisa: Could not do without the double stoller. Wasted money on the slings.

#10 — Erica: Couldn’t live without the swing, bouncy seat & breast pump. Didn’t need the babybjorn.

#1 — Kam: Couldn’t live without the jogging stroller. Wasted money on a backpack carrier.

#33 — Chantelle: Couldn’t live without the baby swing. Wasted money on high chairs. Her babies were better fed in their strollers.

Well, it looks like from the random reviews of these ladies you first and foremost need to get yourself a good stroller if you’re going to make it through babyhood! LOL. Congratulations ladies! May you put your new books to good use.

Accountability April

 Warning: This post ended up being way longer than I expected.

 It’s amazing how you can be trucking along in life, in the fast lane, getting things done and generally keeping ahead of the traffic jam. Then all of the sudden you realize that you’re not in control. And instead of cruising peacefully you’re trying to keep the truck on the road, fighting against a flat tire that wants to drag you into the ditch. And in my metaphor you don’t know exactly when that flat tire happened. Maybe a little nail punctured it and the air has slowly been leaking out. Nevertheless, the vehicle is out of control and you just now are realizing you’ve got to do some NASCAR-like crash avoidence…or end up in the ditch trying to pick up the pieces after the crash.

I don’t have some huge big secret to spill here about why my life is swerving out of control. It’s not really even swerving out of control. But I do know I don’t have control of a lot of little things. And if I don’t take little measures now it could easily get worse.

Hi, my name’s Vicki and I am organizationally challenged. Oh, and unhealthy. 

I know, bo-ring.

Here’s what I used to be like:

  • worry and stress about things so I can pretend I have control over them (anybody remember me through school?).
  • plan appointments, vacations, etc down to the nth degree so that every minute was accounted for.
  • research, research, research for everything from childbirth to obscure stores in NYC so that I would know ahead of time what to expect.
  • run cross country and work out at the gym…sometimes.

Now it seems I’ve almost swung to the polar opposite. Having kids and not having time for any of that will do it.

  • I don’t worry about much at all. This is actually good, but it can lead to not being proactive as well. And it’s definitely more frustrating being reactive than proactive.
  • I don’t plan for things in the obsessive way as before. This is good too because I’m not obsessed. But having things spring up on me at the last minute isn’t fun either (I need a babysitter for tomorrow during mid-day!?!? What?!?!).
  • I don’t obsessively research something unless I’m trying to procrastinate and avoid doing something else. Disney, for instance was barely planned because I was in the throws of researching and setting up my business. But it happened, and it happened well.
  • I would rather watch bowling on tv than go exercise. Maybe not, but that is pretty much how I feel about exercising. With the cold weather and miles to a gym (and two girls) what to do? And healthy food is boring. Give me the junk!!! My taste buds actually prefer it and I’d rather not eat during the day if it’s going to be healthy. There’s my secret to weight loss, y’all.

It doesn’t sound like much is wrong. But I’m getting the feeling that I’m letting my life happen to me instead of taking control. My life shouldn’t own me, I should own it.

(this is a good breaking point. So go potty, get something to drink, go read other blogs).

So here’s what I’m doing about it:

I am going to take the month of April to get in shape, both organizationally and physically. That’s why this post is called Accountability April. I’M GOING TO NEED SOME HELP STAYING MOTIVATED PEOPLE. These are in random order as I think about them.

  • Start out drinking 2 servings of water a day and build up to 8 a day, the recommended dosage. The first week of April I’ll drink 2 a day. 2nd week, 4 a day, etc. That can’t be too hard right? Except that water is the most boring thing there is and I’d rather not drink anything than drink water. This is sick and twisted isn’t it?
  • Wash my face every night. How hard can this be? I know! Where’s my self discipline?
  • Eat healthy snacks in the day. I don’t know how I’m going to do this. Healthy stuff takes preparation. Even if it’s carrot sticks or red pepper slices. They still have to be prepared. Then you have to get a dip to go with it. And I’m sick of Ranch. BUT, I’m willing to try. This may actually require a little bit of money. If I can get the stuff already cut up and all nice and pretty on a platter, and it’s already prepared for me, maybe then I can do it. Raisins instead of M&Ms? Can they be chocolate covered? I realize this will require me not buying the junk at the grocery store. Actually, I don’t buy a lot of it anyway. We rarely have much junk in the house. Remember, I’d rather not eat though. So, I’m going to have to force myself to snack.
  • Plan out the month on a general level. Then plan out the weeks in detail. This is where my list making powers need to be revived. I’ve abdicated my list making responsibilities to the husband. No more does he get to have all the fun.
  • Clean at least 15 minutes a day. I’d love to get back to the Fly Lady way of doing things. Oh yes, back in Virginia I had my Fly Lady schedules laminated so I could mark off what I’d done during the day/week and then reuse them over and over again. My whole house was cleaned top to bottom every month…almost. All I’m asking myself is 15 minutes a day in the month of April. I will also take the month to redo my Fly Lady lists for this house…so it can be cleaned top to bottom for the next three months that we’re here.
  • Bible reading every morning. I already do this, but I don’t want it to take a back seat to the exercising I’m wanting to do in the morning.
  • Exercise daily. At least 30 minutes. For the first week all I’m going to ask myself to do is get up, read the Bible and then do crunches and maybe a little Denise Austin. After week 1 the weather should be warming up outside so I plan on walking, either in the morning before the girls get up or midday. I still don’t know how to resolve the gym issue. The free gym is not close and the pay gym may not have childcare available. Will have to check on that.
  • Read to Ashlyn everyday. Bad Mommy.
  • Have Reagan read to me everyday. Bad Mommy.
  • Various other boring and sundry things that would have you ready to slit your wrists if I wrote about them. Not that you aren’t ready to do that now.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. Would you hold me accountable this month?

A Boy Called and a Boy Came to the Door

Ok, I’m blogging about something else right now, but I just had to get this down. A boy (3rd grade, maybe 8 or 9) just came to the door. And it went a little like this:

Me: “Can I help you?”

Boy: “Does Reagan live here?”

Me: “Uh, yes she does. Wait while I get my friend Mr. Shotgun.” Oh wait, I didn’t say that…out loud.

Boy: “Can she come down to Shaun’s house and play?”

Me: “Come here so I can talk to you about the virtues of my little baby who doesn’t need to be noticing real, live boys right now. What do you think she’s going to think if a boy is asking her to come and play to another boy’s house? Next thing you know she’s going to want to marry you.” No, I didn’t say that to him either. But I wouldn’t be far from the truth. In her short six years of life she has already lined up at least three boys that she’s going to marry. She doesn’t need help in this department. But he’s innocently asking her to play. I think. And she hasn’t mentioned marriage in a while.

I happened to be on the phone with Shaun’s mom who is also Beth’s mom. Beth is Reagan’s best friend. They live two doors down. So Reagan is over there quite a bit…a lot…almost more than she is over here. Yesterday Beth and Reagan were playing “Save the World” with Shaun and this little boy. I guess they had fun. (When she told me they were playing “Save the World” I thought this must the new version of “doctor”. I immediately saw the scene in Grease 2 where the guy has taken his girlfriend into the bunker and the world is about to end…and he’s trying to convince her to….if you haven’t seen the movie you catch my drift anyway. So I inquired deeply about what all this game entails. No bunkers. No doctors.) 

The reason I was on the phone with Shaun’s mom: Shaun had just called asking if Reagan could come over and play. I can’t really take this. Twice in one day? His mom and I thought that he was calling on behalf of Beth (being a nice big brother and all) because Beth wanted Reagan to play. Well, Shaun wanted her to come and play with he and Kevin and Beth. I guess Reagan wasn’t heading over there fast enough thus the reason for Kevin to come seeking her out here.

I am probably worrying about nothing. However, I have no idea at what age boys become interested in girls. I’m praying this is just friends wanting to play not worrying about who is a boy and who is a girl. When does it change???

 For the record, Reagan was at another friend’s house playing. Just down the street though. Amy and I figured that this was all innocent enough and she would inquire of the other friend’s parents about them coming on down and playing. God save me while they save the world.

Don’t watch this unless you are old enough to have seen Grease 2 when it first played.