When you take your son to cross country practice, wear your sneakers so you can walk around the track with the other parents. Otherwise, you might feel self-conscious about being chubby and the only one sitting on her duff chatting on the cell phone while everyone else is exercising. Or keep your sandals on and stay in the car with a milkshake.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Poor Adam & Eve
This morning on the way to basketball camp, Charlie was incredibly talkative. I can't exactly tell you everything he was talking about because sometimes when the kids are chattering on, I tune them out. Surprising, I know. But true.
By the time we were nearing camp, he was talking about Adam and Eve. I'm not sure how he wound his way to that topic, but we talked about Eve being tricked by the snake, about how they were naked and didn't know it, and how when they figured out they were naked, they used leaves to make clothes.
I was trying to re-trace how we'd gotten around to this conversation when I heard Charlie say, "I feel sorry for Adam and Eve."
"You do? Why?" I asked.
"Because when Adam and Eve were created, they were already adults. They never got to be kids."
And that one small statement made me feel good inside, knowing that we must be doing something right for Charlie to recognize the joy in being a kid.
One of my favorite memories as a kid was when my mom treated us to a bus ride downtown and a visit to the Coca-Cola museum that was in the Arcade Square in downtown Dayton. I also loved walking by myself to the library a couple times a week (it was a different world then!) and checking out as many books as I could carry home.
What did you love about being a kid?
By the time we were nearing camp, he was talking about Adam and Eve. I'm not sure how he wound his way to that topic, but we talked about Eve being tricked by the snake, about how they were naked and didn't know it, and how when they figured out they were naked, they used leaves to make clothes.
I was trying to re-trace how we'd gotten around to this conversation when I heard Charlie say, "I feel sorry for Adam and Eve."
"You do? Why?" I asked.
"Because when Adam and Eve were created, they were already adults. They never got to be kids."
And that one small statement made me feel good inside, knowing that we must be doing something right for Charlie to recognize the joy in being a kid.
One of my favorite memories as a kid was when my mom treated us to a bus ride downtown and a visit to the Coca-Cola museum that was in the Arcade Square in downtown Dayton. I also loved walking by myself to the library a couple times a week (it was a different world then!) and checking out as many books as I could carry home.
What did you love about being a kid?
Saturday, June 13, 2009
You're gonna miss this...moment
Not sure when I came across Pam's blog, You're Gonna Miss This. But from time to time, she opens up a meme for folks to blog about things they are gonna miss someday because life is too darn short.
Look at me and my big boy bike!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Learned my lesson
Charlie came home from soccer practice on Wednesday night and was complaining a bit that his ankle was hurting. He said that someone slide tackled him "on purpose and the coach didn't call it!" I could tell he was exhausted and chalked the whining about the ankle up to fatigue. So I rubbed it a little and sent him to bed.
I went to work yesterday morning without a thought about the ankle, until I saw Charlie walk -- that is, limp -- past me at the swim meet yesterday evening. Not a bad limp, just a slight one. Mike had been home with them all day and didn't say anything to me about it, so I just shrugged it off.
Once we got home (early, thank you thunderstorm!), Charlie started complaining that his ankle was hurting. I looked at it and noted that it was a little swollen. But he didn't flinch too much when I moved it in several directions.
I gave him some ice to put on it, fairly certain that he was fine. Yet, something nagged at my mind. I've been in this situation before with Charlie. And I knew that I would be out of commission today, so I decided better safe than sorry and ran him up to the urgent care near our home. A quick exam and a few x-rays later, we came home with his only slightly sprained ankle wrapped in an ace bandage.
I went to work yesterday morning without a thought about the ankle, until I saw Charlie walk -- that is, limp -- past me at the swim meet yesterday evening. Not a bad limp, just a slight one. Mike had been home with them all day and didn't say anything to me about it, so I just shrugged it off.
Once we got home (early, thank you thunderstorm!), Charlie started complaining that his ankle was hurting. I looked at it and noted that it was a little swollen. But he didn't flinch too much when I moved it in several directions.
I gave him some ice to put on it, fairly certain that he was fine. Yet, something nagged at my mind. I've been in this situation before with Charlie. And I knew that I would be out of commission today, so I decided better safe than sorry and ran him up to the urgent care near our home. A quick exam and a few x-rays later, we came home with his only slightly sprained ankle wrapped in an ace bandage.
Ibuprofen for the pain/swelling -- $4
Co-pay for the urgent care visit -- $20
Peace of mind knowing I wasn't letting my kid walk around with a fracture (again) -- priceless
Co-pay for the urgent care visit -- $20
Peace of mind knowing I wasn't letting my kid walk around with a fracture (again) -- priceless
Thursday, June 11, 2009
My first time
People all around me were talking about it. On television, in the newspaper, in e-mail messages from people I know and people I don't. I finally decided I should do it too.
I was a little nervous, not knowing what to expect, hoping they would be gentle with me and not ridicule me for my inexperience. I shouldn't have worried.
Everyone couldn't have been nicer at my first "tweetup." (I'm talking about Twitter. What were you thinking?) I only recently started using Twitter (I'm @4thfrog for you tweeps out there) and am kind of learning as I go. I'm considering starting a Twitter account as part of our communications strategy at work, so I thought attending a tweetup would be a good idea.
I was right. I got some good ideas and learned a few tricks and tips from the folks at the table.
Basically, a tweetup is a casual meeting of Twitter users. I expected to find several nerdy types w/faces buried in Blackberries, iPhones and laptops. But what I found was some very normal and interesting folks, none of whom I would have pegged as nerdy. (Of course, some folks think I'm a bit nerdy, so maybe I'm not the most impartial judge.)
I met some people that I've been wanting to meet: @AmyStark and @NancyMyrland. Then I met some new folks that I'm happy to add to my Twitter follow list: @NilaNealy, @cballing, @theindywilsons. My friend @grumpo was also there, not grumpy at all, though a bit forgetful in not having my Diet Coke ready for me. (Yep, I've fallen off the wagon. But that's another post.)
Do you tweet? If so, have you been to a tweetup? It was really cool to take online acquaintances and meet them in real life! And quite frankly, I've come a long way in the last year.
Today may have been my first tweetup, but it won't be my last.
I was a little nervous, not knowing what to expect, hoping they would be gentle with me and not ridicule me for my inexperience. I shouldn't have worried.
Everyone couldn't have been nicer at my first "tweetup." (I'm talking about Twitter. What were you thinking?) I only recently started using Twitter (I'm @4thfrog for you tweeps out there) and am kind of learning as I go. I'm considering starting a Twitter account as part of our communications strategy at work, so I thought attending a tweetup would be a good idea.
I was right. I got some good ideas and learned a few tricks and tips from the folks at the table.
Basically, a tweetup is a casual meeting of Twitter users. I expected to find several nerdy types w/faces buried in Blackberries, iPhones and laptops. But what I found was some very normal and interesting folks, none of whom I would have pegged as nerdy. (Of course, some folks think I'm a bit nerdy, so maybe I'm not the most impartial judge.)
I met some people that I've been wanting to meet: @AmyStark and @NancyMyrland. Then I met some new folks that I'm happy to add to my Twitter follow list: @NilaNealy, @cballing, @theindywilsons. My friend @grumpo was also there, not grumpy at all, though a bit forgetful in not having my Diet Coke ready for me. (Yep, I've fallen off the wagon. But that's another post.)
Do you tweet? If so, have you been to a tweetup? It was really cool to take online acquaintances and meet them in real life! And quite frankly, I've come a long way in the last year.
Today may have been my first tweetup, but it won't be my last.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Free is good
I had a (virtually) free lunch today. Every Wednesday this summer, Arby's restaurants are offering a free item with purchase. Today was the roast chicken club sandwich, which I ate with Arby's new Diet Blackberry Fruit Tea. The tea was decent, though I prefer iced green tea from Starbuck's. Next week's free item at Arby's is a regular order of Sidekickers with the purchase of a sandwich. For the summer's whole freebie schedule, click here.
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Sharon (of The Bird's Nest Fame) is offering her first giveaway. Some lucky winner will get three months of membership to www.jumpstart.com absolutely FREE! If you have kids ages 3-10 and would like to try out the great online learning games at JumpStart.com, visit Sharon's blog and enter to win.
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I learned of this next giveaway on Twitter today. I'm glad I did because it also introduced me to a a blog written by two moms who have kiddos with sensory processing disorder (SPD), which is what Robbie has. The ladies over at The SPD Life are offering a giveaway of two great products by Pacific Pediatric Supply, the doorway net swing and a peanut ball.
Robbie has not used the peanut ball in OT, but he LOVES the net swing. It has such an amazing calming effect on him. Even if your kid doesn't have SPD, Pacific Pediatric Supply has some really cool products that any kid would love. (Charlie is always so jealous of the fun Robbie gets to have in OT.)
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I actually have a couple of items to give away as well, but I have to send out the stuff from my earlier giveaways first! When it comes to the U.S. Postal Service, I fail!
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Sharon (of The Bird's Nest Fame) is offering her first giveaway. Some lucky winner will get three months of membership to www.jumpstart.com absolutely FREE! If you have kids ages 3-10 and would like to try out the great online learning games at JumpStart.com, visit Sharon's blog and enter to win.
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I learned of this next giveaway on Twitter today. I'm glad I did because it also introduced me to a a blog written by two moms who have kiddos with sensory processing disorder (SPD), which is what Robbie has. The ladies over at The SPD Life are offering a giveaway of two great products by Pacific Pediatric Supply, the doorway net swing and a peanut ball.
Robbie has not used the peanut ball in OT, but he LOVES the net swing. It has such an amazing calming effect on him. Even if your kid doesn't have SPD, Pacific Pediatric Supply has some really cool products that any kid would love. (Charlie is always so jealous of the fun Robbie gets to have in OT.)
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I actually have a couple of items to give away as well, but I have to send out the stuff from my earlier giveaways first! When it comes to the U.S. Postal Service, I fail!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Voyeur
All right. I admit it. I watch Jon & Kate Plus Eight. Not all the time, but I do watch it. And I watched the season premiere out of sheer voyeuristic desire to see what the heck is going on over there.
But I draw the line at spouting loud and possibly uninformed opinions about their life and the way they are living it. With one exception:
Why the heck are 5-year-old children sitting in high chairs and wearing bibs?!
That's all. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming...
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