I thought today would be a nice day to do a little roundup of the randomness of my life right now.
I’m heading to Indy this weekend to meet up with Sarah. She was gracious enough to invite me to stay with her family tonight. Sarah and I will be heading to the Arise conference in the morning. It sounds like it will be similar to Behold, but with Scott and Kimberly Hahn as speakers. We’ll be meeting up with Marie when we get there.
Internet friends who become in real life friends while learning and growing together in faith = all kinds of awesomeness for the soul!
I did great all week long on my new journey to healthy eating. I have had some fun learning to make healthier versions of meals and even making foods from scratch (like whole wheat tortillas). I can already tell a difference in myself and it feels great knowing I’m doing right by my body and my family. I even lost 3 pounds over the last week and a half.
And then I found those 3 pounds (and more) after enjoying a dinner out with friends at Mellow Mushroom. I thought that with my new mentality I’d have better control over what I ate. Nope. I sure didn’t. I devoured me some pretzels and two large slices of pepperoni pizza. And ice cream. I’m serious.
This new healthy living/eating thing is going to take some hard work. For the record, though, I didn’t have a Coke. This is huge for me. I crave the taste of fountain Coke. I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about it. I have a hard time not ordering it when I’m at a restaurant. Last night, I only drank water. Baby steps.
Enough about food. Let’s talk toddlers. This one to be exact (yes, she’s scowling at a poor, innocent caterpillar):
She’s a mess. I think we’ve officially entered the terrible twos and she’s only 16 (almost 17) months. She can throw a tantrum with the best of them. The other night, I needed to contain her while she was screaming. I put her in her crib, which is what I always did with Lucas when he threw his tantrums. I shut her door and tried to quickly finish what I was doing. Not 5 minutes later, I heard a banging noise from her room. It kind of sounded like she was banging on her crib, but it kind of sounded like she was banging on her door.
I went to check on her and found her out of her crib and banging on her door. How!?!?! How did my 16 month old climb out of her crib? And how did she not get hurt? So far it was a one shot deal. Keep your fingers crossed for me, would ya?
I think it is time to pull out the book that saved my life the first go round with the terrible twos: “Making the Terrible Twos Terrific” by John Rosemond. I remember walking in to Books a Million with my 20 month old in tow frantically searching for this book. A worker asked if she could help me find anything. I said I was looking for the book called, “Making the Terrible Twos Terrific.” She just chuckled and said, “Good luck!” Ha!!
In all seriousness, if you are struggling with a child between 18-36 months (plus or minus a few months), I highly recommend this book. Now I just have to dig my copy out and have another read.
And while we’re at it, let’s talk about preschoolers. Preschool boys to be exact. How about this one:
He is also a mess. Lucas has always been mild mannered and laid back. He goes with the flow and minds pretty well for a 3 (almost 4) year old. He can throw tantrums, too, and his pouty face is pathetic, but overall, he’s just an easy kiddo.
Lately, though, he’s started getting sneaky. And mischievous. The other night, we were playing with some blocks. We dumped them out on the floor and he was using the box they came in as a toy. He had it on his head and was running around the house. He stopped momentarily and said, “Hey! I could pee in this!’ I quickly nipped that idea in the bud.
He continued running around the house with it on his head, but when he reached the living room (out of my sight), he stopped. I told him to come back and he said, “In a minute.” Immediately I knew what he was doing. He came back to me without the bucket. “Where’s the bucket?” I asked. “In there,” he pointed. “What did you just do?” I asked. “Nothing,” he replied. “Lucas?” “I peed in the bucket.”
Seriously? Why did my 3 year old pee in a cardboard bucket? I’ve already figured out that life with a little boy is gross, but come on.
So that’s the crazy life I’ve been living- growing in faith, striving (and failing) to make healthy choices, dealing with tantrums (and trying desperately not to have any of my own), and cleaning up pee.
What are you up to?
Life happens when life happens!
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