Could a music video be brainwashing our baby boy?
I don’t know what it is about this particular song/music video, but every time Nate sees it he freezes and stares. I mean, it’s a catchy song (the singer is “Feist” and the song is “1234”) and the video is filled with dancers wearing colored shirts but he loves it so much he asks “Again?” or “More?” each time it ends. Watching it over and over and over…
I just find it so funny and cute that I had to share it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer – This post is all about ME. ME. ME. I’m just giving you a warning in case you don’t want to read my blah-blahing about my body image. The next cutesy/crazy kids post should be coming soon!
For the first time in 5 years, the scale read a number less than 130! I weighed in at 129.8 on Saturday! Sure, I don’t weigh that right now but still! It’s taken me so long to even catch a glimpse at weighing anywhere near that number but for some reason (mental) I have mixed emotions about it all. While I’m shocked and excited, I am also, oddly, disgustingly worried.
I just don’t want to reach the point where I’m not satisfied with my weight. It makes me sick to think that I will still look at myself and point out all the things I think are wrong with me. I mean, I was 145 in April of this year and I remember thinking, “If I could just lose 10 pounds. I would be so happy. That’s all I need to feel good about myself – 10 pounds.” Now, roughly 15 POUNDS later and I find myself thinking, “If I could just lose 5 more pounds.”
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It’s disturbing to me and it makes me feel like I’ll never really be content. I should be feeling awesome and just worrying about maintaining where I am – not losing more! Even if I did drop another 5, I know I won’t look the way I did when I was 125 before babies but I guess I’m kind of curious about what my 125 post-babies body will look like. But then what if I don’t like it? When will it stop?!?!
When I was pregnant with Nia, I used the pages from a desk calendar to write my letters to Andrew while he was overseas. That way, he would know what happened to his Lady and his Bean on any given day. I recently found the letters and read through them. On one of them, I told Andrew that while I was watching the Grammy’s, Bean was going nutso in my belly during the song “Clocks” by Coldplay. What makes this “kinda cool” is because she absolutely LOVED that song when she was a baby. Anytime she would cry or get fussy in the car, we would play “Clocks” and she would totally chill out as soon as she heard the opening piano. We would play it over and over and over again. It’s a good thing Andrew and I both really like the song.
The power of music. Gotta love it.
So, I’ve decided to be one of the crazies tomorrow and try to save a few dollars during those ridiculous “Doorbuster!” sales. I’m planning on sneaking out of the house around 4:30 am while the kids and Andrew stay warm and cozy in bed.
I don’t have my hopes up or any expectations of actually getting the item I want that’s on sale – I’m just going to go there and be as mellow as I possibly can be and maybe even have a good laugh or two watching other people freak out over toys or electronics. If I get what I wanted then cool. If not, then at least I was entertained.
It will be the first time I ever witnessed the insanity of the “Morning After” in person. I always just watched it on television (mostly through the newscasts I produced). I remember having a range of opinions about what I saw. Those people are nuts. It kind of looks like fun. Is it really worth it? They were in line at what time?
I guess I’ll find out tomorrow – dark and way too early in the morning!
I’ve been really lucky. I’ve only ever had to cook an entire Thanksgiving dinner by myself one time. It’s just worked out that we would be visiting family or our family would be visiting us so I didn’t have to cook. That’s a good thing. It’s not that I’m a bad cook or anything – I have issues when it comes to the main character of the meal.
It’s just – it still looks so much like it did when it was alive. I mean, with ground beef/steak – it doesn’t look like a cow. Bacon does not look like a pig. Chicken breast/nuggets/strips do not resemble a little feathered friend. And, in the case of the turkey – there’s more than it just still looking like a turkey – it’s also that they come with those bits and pieces and you have to reach in that orifice and pull out bags of mushy junk.
I’ve already asked Andrew to do the really dirty work but it’s still so hard for me to enjoy the taste of the cooked turkey after seeing what it once was and doing all the final prep work to really “finish” him off.
I’m disturbed – but not so much that I would boycott the bird altogether. I guess, I’ll see how it all turns out tomorrow.
“Now, there are just some things you get at the Wal-Mart.”
– Advice a mother gave her preteen daughter tonight while shopping at Publix.
Before it was even noon today, we’d already put Nate in time out five times for hitting or pushing Nia. It’s been so ridiculous and so frustrating and frankly, I’m really sad and exhausted over it all. He even pushed a little girl (like 15 months or so) at the mall’s soft play area yesterday! As soon as we saw it we jumped up, grabbed him, told him “NO SIR! No pushing!” and didn’t let him play anymore. Before we left, he went over to her, hugged her and said “Orry” but none of that really matters to me if he keeps pushing and hitting.
I’ve read that all of this is a “normal/typical” toddler stage and I’ve read time out is the way to go – I just hope and pray it works. It’s funny because some of the advice on the online websites I’ve visited say things like, “children under 2 should not watch tv.” Well, that’s great. How do I undo that? Besides, Nia watched plenty of tv before she was 2 and she never hit/pushed/bit anyone plus, she’s super smart so I can’t say that tv is to blame for his actions. It’s not like he’s watching Ultimate Cage Fighting (well at least not more than 30 minutes a day – I’m totally kidding if you don’t know that). I mean, his cartoons are Curious George and Go Diego Go – all those are teaching him to do is speak like a monkey, make messes and want to wear a “Rescue Pack”. (He really does all of those things.)
All of this has me feeling a little timid about taking him back to the Y this week. I know I can’t live my life like that but I just don’t want to chance us getting the boot. I even thought about telling the ladies to get me as soon as he does anything that way it will be even more of a punishment and he doesn’t get written up. I can’t believe how stressed out all of this is making me. Hopefully, he will grow out of it (like all the websites say he will). In the meantime though, I have a feeling he’s going to be spending a lot of time behind bars.
Today, Nate got “written up” while being watched at the YMCA and I don’t blame those ladies one bit! He is just so rough! Everyone says, “He’s just a boy” but I’m so tired of hearing that excuse. I know that there are some little boys who would never even think about pushing a 15-month-old little girl down one time let alone THREE!
The ladies who watch the kids at the Y are so nice and the one who wrote him up gave him 2 chances before even putting him time out. Apparently, every time they put a child in time out they have to write it up and after three write-ups they basically boot the kid out of child watch. I would be so super bummed if that happens. I love being able to go there – not only for me but also for the crazy little man. He really loves to play there. In fact, every morning after we drop Nia off at school Nate says, “I play?” He gets all mad at me when I tell him “Not today sweetie.” We both enjoy spending a few hours a week at the Y and it would be such a shame if we lose the luxury because he plays too rough.
I know he was just playing and that he didn’t push the little girl down in a mean way because he and Nia constantly wrestle and shove each other, laughing the whole time. Andrew and I are working on breaking him of the rough-housing but it’s really hard to punish him every time he runs at Nia and they both scream and laugh. He even told the little girl “Orry” but I don’t think he even understands what that really means.
I just never thought I would be that mother. The mother of the bully. The mother of the victim was so nice about it. She was in there as I went to pick him up and she was telling me that her oldest was a biter and that I shouldn’t feel so bad about it because lots of kids go through the “rough” stage. I’m not sure if she knew that Nate was taking his “rough stage” out on her daughter – I’m sure I would have got a much different response. If she did know maybe she was so nice because she saw that I genuinely felt bad about the whole thing. Now, we just have to get the boy to understand that he needs to chill – but after all, “he is a boy” right?
“I’m Tougher than You Dad!”
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