Swinging!

As a mother, I have a whole new level of appreciation for parks.

Free entertainment.

Henry loved the park- watching the big kids, swinging, going down slides with me, it's all good.

Stranger than Fiction

Today, Henry and I are walking into Wegman's and I see these four sassy old ladies get out of their SUV.

Wow, one of them is really tall, I think.

Wait, another one has a huge adam's apple.

Wait. Yes, they are men. There are four cross-dressing old men walking into Wegman's in front of me. At 11 a.m. In Erie.

Oddly enough, one has legs that I would kill for.

Then, I get into Wegman's and there are two news teams in the produce section filming (unrelated to the cross-dressers, presumably). So, I walk really slowly behind them sniffing and sizing fruits and vegetables. You may see me on the news in a gray sweater.

Back in the Saddle

Currently in my google search bar is the following phrase:

How many calories Dairy Queen blizzard.

My husband typed it in last night. (You don't want to know the answer). Honestly, it's the kind of information of which I'd rather remain oblivious. I mean, where is the enjoyment in a DQ Oreo blizzard (add cookie dough, please) if you are thinking...wow, this is 7 miles worth of running shot to hell in a frosty cup!

A couple of months ago, I began a food journal- you may remember, I vowed to record every calorie that I put into my mouth. A friend of mine said that she could never do something like that- she would become too OCD and then become annorexic.

I don't have that problem. See, I am of the opposite mentality...the slowly slide off of the wagon grouping. Oh, sure I'll keep up with it for a while and then BAM, a festive weekend of eating occurs and then I lose momentum and gain 10 pounds. Until the next time that I recommit, which is now (sorta). Oh, how I miss the days of my (earlier) youth where I could starve myself for a day and lose 7 lbs. Those were good times.

Alas, it appears that you have to change your lifestyle (booo) and, for me, the main issue is trying not to eat as much as my 200 pound husband. I have quickly learned that I can easily eat the calories that I burn off through exercise, thus, I must learn moderation. To enjoy food but not eat massive quantities at supper. To have some chocolate...maybe just not at every meal.

So, here we go again...unless someone has a magic pill. Anyone? Anyone?

Sick Baby + Fall Weather

Adam is goofy.

Henry is sick. But babies don't like to have their noses or faces wiped. This results in Henry having boogers crusted to his nose a lot of the day.

Our thermometer is so slow, painfully slow. And I refuse to do it the rectal-way, so I'm jamming it in his armpit and pinning his arm down while I order Adam to dance around and sing in order to distract Henry while the digital temperature slowly climbs. So, we bought one of those head slide-y thermometers. It took us a while, but I think we get it now.

Adam starts Pediatrics tomorrow in Ashtabula. We had the perfect fall weekend before his new rotation starts- gorgeous weather. We put up lights on two of our trees in our front yard. We walked. We sat on a blanket in the back yard. We went to Asbury Woods. Milking this extended fall for all it is worth.

Plane Facts

I know that I'm late on this, but I am loving reading all the editorials about the San Jose mom and her 2-year old son who were kicked off the Southwest flight when he was too noisy. I know that no one likes hearing a yelling child and I haven't had a toddler yet but as the mom of a six-month old, when Henry is fussy, I'm more stressed out than anyone else. Also, I don't fly with Henry for pleasure...we have to fly to go see his grandparents and I am working my pants off trying to entertain him. I almost always have had people extend uncommon courtesy towards us when we are flying (offering first class seats even!) and I really appreciate that. I don't know what traveling with a toddler will be like but so far, I've seen lots of gracious folks when Henry and I are in the sky.

Salad Week

Being adventurous can take many shapes and sizes and sometimes looks lame-o, but that's okay. This week I am making different types of salads every night. So far, I have made this one (the toasted almonds are so good!) and this one (love a good greek salad) and I highly recommend them...very tasty!

Things That Make You Go, Huh?

When my mom visited, we rented movies to watch after Henry was asleep at night. We hadn't really watched any movies since he was born (besides Harry Potter 6...yesssss). And we realized, hey! Watching movies is fun! So Sunday night, Adam & I rented Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen from the Red Box (fantastic invention, that Red Box, eh?) Anywhoos, it was right up Adam's alley but I had a hard time keeping the Transformer Robots straight. Who just got punched? Which bad guy is that? Or is it a good guy? I'm confused. I feel that the transformers should have more distinguishing marks.

Okay, rant over.

Now, we are watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine. (I am the best wife. Ever. Just kidding.) This movie is weird. If I was an X-Men, I'd want to be able to be invisible and apparate and disapparate. And also, the ability to sing really well. And, the ability to have an awesome British accent. And the ability to go to Hogwarts.

It's silly o'clock at the Jennings.