Even though we were sick, low on energy, and trapped in our house Benjamin and I still managed to have a fairly entertaining week.
With the help of my MacBook Pro we made his first movie. Not bad for an almost 4 year old. (And don’t miss a hilarious John Bear sighting at the end).
And if he keeps growing like this I may have to stop feeding him or something.
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Benjamin came home with a headache on Tuesday.
Which turned into a fever on Tuesday night.
Which turned into puking on Wednesday night.
Which turned into… ahhh, never mind.
The sick fairies spared John Bear and I the vomiting but left us with severe headaches and congestion.
Benjamin pukes like a champ by the way. It frightens me. It’s like the kid is built or designed for college parties. As soon as he feels a squirm in his stomach he runs to the bathroom, puts both hands on the toilet seat, braces himself and then…
Like a pro.
I can hear his future friends cheering him on now as he emerges from the bathroom and declares, “Give me another one!”
I can sit here and hope that’s just a vision, but I’m bracing myself for a time in Benjamin’s life when he’s working hard and playing hard, like his mother used to be. Used to be. Now I can’t have more than two beers without wanting to call it a night and head home.
One shot of tequila is all it takes to make me forget my limits. And then boom – I wake up with a hang over that lasts 48 hours. I’m a light-weight now, what can I say? Drinking and I just don’t get along anymore.
At some point this week, being stuck in the house with my little sick, puking goblin I tested out a new camera lens on my fridge. In this winter darkness of never ending snow and flu, my refrigerator is the brightest thing in the house. An impromptu scrap book, my fridge is where I stick memories I unearth while cleaning or dusting in odd places.
There’s the photo of my sister and I. Our faces warm from spending days by the pool at our apartment in Texas. We were in the back seat of a friend’s car when I took that, moments away from hitting a bar in Austin.
My Athens block is holding us up, near some notes Anna sent me just a few weeks ago. Love my sister. So much.
To the right there’s the picture of John Bear and I, the one I tore it out of a scratch copy of Ms. Single Mama Uncensored. I look like I’m going to maul him or something but I still like that picture. Taken on such a good weekend.
On the bottom right is a picture of my father’s family – my dad is one of the little guys in the front. My grandmother, a single mother to four boys during the 50’s and 60’s is on the top right. I never met her. Like my father, she died of cancer when she was 50. Damn the cancer.
And on the front is Mr. Germ Doctor, always packing a new illness to infect Mommy with.
He hides them so well. The germs. But they’re in there…
[BTW: Those cute Lois Lane magnets are on Amazon.]
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“Mommy.”
“Yeah, Benjamin.”
“You have a tattoo on your butt. That’s funny. Ha. Ha. So funny.”
“Well, it’s not really on my butt.”
“Yes, yes it is Mommy! Look!”
“Okay, that’s enough, keep your hands off of me.”
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“Mommy.”
“Yeah, what’s up Benjamin?”
“I want to lift your car off the ground tomorrow morning. Before I go to school.”
“Okay, you can try.”
“No, I’m not going to try – I am going to lift your car.”
“Okay, Sweetie. But first go to sleep. In the morning you can try.”
“Not try Mommy!”
“Alright, alright – you will lift my car tomorrow morning. Now GO TO BED.”
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“Mama?”
“Yeah.”
“Is John Bear coming over later.”
“Yeah, he is. Probably in about 30 minutes.”
“Is he coming over forever, Mommy? Like, forever, like he’s never going to leave?”
“I don’t know, Honey. Hey – let’s go upstairs and play before he gets here?”
“Okay. Sure. Hey, good idea Mommy, that’s a really good idea.”
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“Mommy, I hate school.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I hate school.”
“Do you know what hate means?”
“No.”
“Do you like school?”
“Yeah, I like school.”
“Cool.”
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A few updates for you:
1. My 7 Day Quit was awesome (kind of).
I started out valiantly with three days straight of the 30 Day Shred.
Each day, I felt better than the last. I could even see a stark difference in my ab, arm and leg muscle definition. Crazy how fast your body changes.
On Day 4, I rested to give my aching, sore muscles a break. I was also a bit worried about all of the squatting and bending of my knees, which are definitely still a mess thanks to two years a soccer goalie. On Day 5 I picked back up where I left off, all went well and I ignored a nagging feeling in my right knee.
On Day 6 I rested, worried about the knee pain that was now more pronounced, aching with every step.
On Day 7 I plowed forward anyway, diving into another Jillian-induced pain session. And then on one of the last set of jumping jacks my left foot shot up in pain. That’s when I let out a scream and turned the video off. To hell with chiseled abs and a tight bod – I wasn’t going to break anything in the process. Clearly, I have to go to the doctor to get this all checked out. I’m also shopping for a gym with a pool, so I can swim and do low-impact exercises. Just have to find something that works.
But, I can still do crunches and push-ups. Those won’t hurt my knees. So, if anything, these 7 days have proven to me that you can get some chiseled cut little muscles, even in the confines of your living room.
You all did so well too! I’ll be sending you your books soon. But only to those who came back and left two comments. The first telling me what you were going to quit and the second telling me how it went. If you didn’t do that yet – get on it, before you miss out on a free copy of Ms. Single Mama Uncensored.
2. The New Leaf Necklaces are coming…
The new leaf necklaces in 100% sterling silver are almost here. I also have another piece of leaf jewelry in the works that I think you’re all going to flip out over. I am already dying to get mine. They should be going on sale in the next couple of weeks. Until then, fill out the quick form on my Shop page and I’ll add you to my New Leaf mailing list. So, as soon as I have them ready to go – you’ll be the first to know and therefore, get first dibs on batch #1.
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When I met John Bear I didn’t have non-stop butterflies jumping around in my stomach.
I didn’t ache or pine for him.
I didn’t daydream about him, waiting for him to call.
Instead, I felt like a level-headed woman, slowly falling for someone who swept me away with his generosity, kind spirit, sweet surprises and constant mantra, “I’m not going anywhere.”
And he didn’t go anywhere. Not then.
Not even then.
And not now.
And I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon. We are completely and utterly into each other, but in a new kind of way (for both of us).
Earlier this weekend a single mom girlfriend of mine was telling me about a recent nice guy she’s dating who pampers her with dinners, gifts, nice words and kind actions but there’s something missing.
“I just don’t feel the butterflies,” she said.
And while this guy may not be a keeper, I still had to slap down some advice in hopes of breaking her in for a future of dating only nice guys, or as I like to call them – real men. [click to continue…]
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