That's right, we are now eating our feet after years of saying "I won't move my sh!t, my kids just won't touch it". Try as we might, we failed to produce a being that could understand things like "That's just to look at, not play with" from day one.
It's just another lesson I'm learning as a new parent, but it's one that is a little embarrassing to talk about. I'm finding that there really are things you just don't understand about kids until you have your own. Logan is by no means a spoiled brat, but he gets into everything! I finally moved the wooden box holding Mom's ashes because Logan dropped it and chipped a corner. The last thing I want to do is vacuum my mother up out of the rug... So, I moved it. I'm moving the books from our childhood today, because yesterday Logan ripped the cover off my Children's Treasury. We've run out of space on the higher surfaces for all of our decorations, and we are in the market for an entertainment unit with doors we can lock.
Before Logan, we did not want to be "those" parents at all. We wanted to have kids that just wouldn't touch "our" stuff. Little did we realize that to them, it's not our stuff at all. To kids, everything is fair game.
Not only are we moving our valuables up and away from tiny hands, but I'm trying to clean things up around here. Notice I say I'm trying... It's very difficult to get any cleaning done when I'm constantly turning around to say things like "Logan, put Grandma Rose down!" or "Stop stepping on the dog!", and to pull him off the wall unit or baby fence or the back of the couch.
I absolutely love that Logan is adventurous and fearless, though. He seems to learn things so quickly! (I'm sure every parent thinks their kids are geniuses...) And once he figures something out, he doesn't look back. He moves on to the next challenge with a huge grin on his face. We went to the pool last week. We'd only been once before, when Logan was about 6 months old. He seemed to love it then, and he really loved it this time. At first, he didn't want to put his face in the water, or float on his back or tummy, but after watching some of the bigger kids in a swimming lesson, he was jumping up and down in the water, splashing, and climbing into my arms so I could help him float on his tummy. I think swimming will be one of those things he dives right into (pun totally intended)! Lessons are definitely in order for this adventure!
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Restless Meg Syndrome
Today I'm having one of those "I should be doing something but I really don't want to do anything but I'd like to do something but I don't know what to do" kind of days. You know the day I'm talking about? The day when your To Do list is half a mile long, and you really don't want to do any of the things on it. But then, in your guilt-filled "relaxation", you want to occupy yourself with something, but you're not quite sure what it is you want to do.
My brain has been going around in circles today with this thought process. It's very tiring, and I really don't know what to do about it. And there I go again!
I call this Restless Meg Syndrome, or RMS. It's similar to Restless Leg Syndrome (when your legs feel all funny, like they want to move, but you're trying to sleep and it feels very uncomfortable and strange...), but it's all-over body and mind thing. It could also be called Restless Body and Mind Syndrome, to be more general.
I have a lot to do around here, from gathering information for taxes and calling various offices to keep my personal information safe after a mishap at Canada Student Loans, to folding laundry and putting away the piles of junk that gathered around my house somehow, to finishing a few craft projects and working on things for Logan's birthday party... But none of it sounds very appealing right now.
So, I will count my lucky stars that Logan has just woken up to save me from myself, and go play with him!
My brain has been going around in circles today with this thought process. It's very tiring, and I really don't know what to do about it. And there I go again!
I call this Restless Meg Syndrome, or RMS. It's similar to Restless Leg Syndrome (when your legs feel all funny, like they want to move, but you're trying to sleep and it feels very uncomfortable and strange...), but it's all-over body and mind thing. It could also be called Restless Body and Mind Syndrome, to be more general.
I have a lot to do around here, from gathering information for taxes and calling various offices to keep my personal information safe after a mishap at Canada Student Loans, to folding laundry and putting away the piles of junk that gathered around my house somehow, to finishing a few craft projects and working on things for Logan's birthday party... But none of it sounds very appealing right now.
So, I will count my lucky stars that Logan has just woken up to save me from myself, and go play with him!
Friday, January 4, 2013
The Meghann Treatment
It's a new year, with a new set of hopes for the next 52 weeks, and an updated list of things I want to accomplish: lose weight, see about buying a house, fix my back, and loads of hobby-related things (like knit myself a cardigan...).
Obviously, the biggest thing on my mind right now is to lose weight. I have so many reasons for it, too. Logan is a very energetic boy, and getting more so every day. It will be hard to keep up if I'm too fat and out of shape. He deserves parents who can take him to the park and play with him, not just watch. I'm also tired of having to shop in plus-size stores. The clothes look great on the displays, but not so great on me, no matter what anyone says. I'd like to be able to buy a pair of real shorts this summer, and not feel self-conscious about my thighs and the backs of my knees. Another big reason for losing weight is for the health of my back. Extra weight is no good for any back, especially one with a slipped disc, and two bulging discs. By losing weight, my back will probably start to feel a whole lot better, without surgery.
Even with all these reasons to lose weight, I still find it really hard to motivate myself sometimes. Just this morning, I was trying to come up with "good" reasons not to go to the gym today. "Ryan needs the car", and "Logan didn't sleep well" seemed good enough at 7am, but I knew they wouldn't sound as good later in the day. So, I got up, drove Ryan to work, came home to get myself and Logan ready, and dashed out once again to go to the gym.
And it felt great. Not only was the workout good, but I get a great feeling from the volunteer service I do there. I clean for an hour when I'm there, to get my membership fee waived every month. This morning, one of the personal trainers asked me which machines were going to get "the Meghann Treatment" today. "The Meghann Treatment?" I asked, a little shocked. "Yeah, we all notice what a great job you do around here, and how hard you work!" she said. That, even above the post-workout feeling, made it worth going in today.
Yesterday, my good friend Angela commented that I looked great. It felt so amazing for someone to notice the change. I don't see it myself until someone else points it out, so when I get those kinds of comments, it really goes a long way to boost my motivation to continue.
As I did my workout this morning, I thought about all those "Secrets to losing weight" ads you see all over the internet. The only real "secret" is this: You have to be patient, and persistent. Don't expect instant results. Realize that it will take time, and maybe more time for you than for your friend or sister, but you will see results if you keep going. Don't make excuses, they only fuel your guilt.
Nike really did say it best: Just Do It.
Obviously, the biggest thing on my mind right now is to lose weight. I have so many reasons for it, too. Logan is a very energetic boy, and getting more so every day. It will be hard to keep up if I'm too fat and out of shape. He deserves parents who can take him to the park and play with him, not just watch. I'm also tired of having to shop in plus-size stores. The clothes look great on the displays, but not so great on me, no matter what anyone says. I'd like to be able to buy a pair of real shorts this summer, and not feel self-conscious about my thighs and the backs of my knees. Another big reason for losing weight is for the health of my back. Extra weight is no good for any back, especially one with a slipped disc, and two bulging discs. By losing weight, my back will probably start to feel a whole lot better, without surgery.
Even with all these reasons to lose weight, I still find it really hard to motivate myself sometimes. Just this morning, I was trying to come up with "good" reasons not to go to the gym today. "Ryan needs the car", and "Logan didn't sleep well" seemed good enough at 7am, but I knew they wouldn't sound as good later in the day. So, I got up, drove Ryan to work, came home to get myself and Logan ready, and dashed out once again to go to the gym.
And it felt great. Not only was the workout good, but I get a great feeling from the volunteer service I do there. I clean for an hour when I'm there, to get my membership fee waived every month. This morning, one of the personal trainers asked me which machines were going to get "the Meghann Treatment" today. "The Meghann Treatment?" I asked, a little shocked. "Yeah, we all notice what a great job you do around here, and how hard you work!" she said. That, even above the post-workout feeling, made it worth going in today.
Yesterday, my good friend Angela commented that I looked great. It felt so amazing for someone to notice the change. I don't see it myself until someone else points it out, so when I get those kinds of comments, it really goes a long way to boost my motivation to continue.
As I did my workout this morning, I thought about all those "Secrets to losing weight" ads you see all over the internet. The only real "secret" is this: You have to be patient, and persistent. Don't expect instant results. Realize that it will take time, and maybe more time for you than for your friend or sister, but you will see results if you keep going. Don't make excuses, they only fuel your guilt.
Nike really did say it best: Just Do It.
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