Month #4--Who Are We Kidding--Month #1

So this marks the last weekend in January. I will say that while I did not meet all my goals, I did do better. I guess that counts as something. I have started swimming on Sunday mornings, and honestly, it is one of the highlights of my week. I forgot how great it is to just swim. No sun, no people, no worries. I usually swim for 30 minutes, then have a 10 minute soak in the hot tub. It really is an amazing 40 minutes. On the other exercise front....well I have managed to go to at least one spin class a week. The plan is to go three times, and supplement on the "off" days with Couch to 5K.

I can't believe how easy it is to find an excuse not to go to the gym. This week, our little green car died. This meant that J and I had to carpool. I am not opposed to carpooling, but it does limit my gym time. I am not thrilled with the idea of leaving J and A at home without a vehicle, and it means we have to leave earlier than normal for everyone to get to work on time. It is just an added headache, when I am already looking for the easy way out.

Eating wise, well, I won't lie. I am a glutton. I love soda. I love cheese. I love eating out. These are all things I am working on.

Overall, I am down 4 pounds this month.

Stress and Relief

Today I had a 90 minute massage. It was 90 minutes of pure bliss. (Aqua did a great job!)

I carry a lot of stress. I worry about things. A sorts of things.
  • A
  • A behaving badly
  • A getting sick
  • Something (anything really) happening to A at all
  • J
  • Our marriage
  • Money
  • My weight
  • My job
  • My family
  • The green car
  • A cursing in public (Her dad taught her "sucker" she modified it.)
  • Dying before I am 90
  • Our house burning down
  • Our house not selling when the time comes

Those are just a few things off the top of my head that I have worried about in the last 24 hours. I am glad that J is easygoing. I need that in my life. I also need more massages. It was an amazing hour and a half where I was able to shut my mind off and let all those worries float away. They came crashing back down once I got in the car and realized it was out of gas.

I find that exercise also gives me a moments reprise from stress. I swim on Sunday and for that 30 minutes I can just enjoy the water.  I can ignore the stresses during spin too, but that is because I am in so much pain and trying to just breathe!

Are you like me? Do you carry a year's worth of stress with you at all times? What do you do to find relief?

The Trouble With Bedtime

Alright time for another rookie parenting confession:

A has never had to put herself to sleep. From the day we brought her home from the hospital she has been held or rocked to sleep. I had planned to be that "good" organized mom that had a set routine. Bath, bottle, book, bed. But the reality was far different.

It was more like bath, bottle, book, coo with mommy, rock with daddy, fall asleep in someone's arms, then be put in bed.

I never felt bad about it, I mean, she looked so small all swaddled up in her blanket. Then 6 months went by, then a year. Now the routine was bath, book, milk (sippy cup, but we still say baba), and laying down next to me or J on the couch while we pat her back.

Then came two (now two and half) and we still do the same thing. She tells us she wants a "baba lie-down", usually around 8:30. She lays next to me while I am on the computer, we share a blanket, she lays her head on my legs, and I pat her back. When she falls asleep, J moves her to her bed.

Since Octoberish the routine has had a few problems. 8:30 would get here and she would fuss and argue that she wasn't tired. She would lay down next to me, then talk and want to play. Finally around 9:00 or 9:30 she would crash. Then around 3:00 she would wander into our bedroom, because she did not want to be in her bed. Oops....

About a week ago, J decided to just put her in her bed. She fussed for about 5 minutes, then went to sleep, all on her own! It was incredible. I wondered if she had been capable of this all along. We tried it again the next night, and it was a disaster. I think she was up and crying until 11:00. So we went back to the tried and true method (I know another move of master parenting).

Tonight we are trying the go to bed in your bed alone method. I can hear her talking to us. It makes me sad. I miss that warm little body on my legs, her asking me to hold her hand or pat her back. I know she needs to be in her bed. She needs to be able to put herself to sleep. She needs to not drink 8 oz of milk at 8:30 at night. She needs a good night of sleep. (We do have ballet tomorrow.)

A's First Ballet Class

Today we reached a mile-stone in the J household. My sweet baby (not a baby really) had her first ballet class today. She has been playing ballet for months, and J and I had toyed with the idea of getting her involved in some class. We looked at gymnatics, dance, and even sports. None of the sports programs begin until age 4, and the gymnastics classes were a bit pricey.

Luckily there is a moderatly priced dance studio about 5 minutes from our house. I stopped by one day to get some information, and found that they offered a "creative movement" class for ages 2-4. They also offered this class on Saturdays! I felt like this was too many good pieces of information to ignore. Classes began on January 3rd, meaning the first Saturday class would be on the 7th, so I knew we had to act fast. I brought the info home and J and I made the choice to sign her up.

We told her about it, asked her if she was intersted and of course, she immediatly lit up. A and I took a few trips around town to find the perfect ballet outfits (2 pink, 2 blue, leg warmers, tights, and ballet shoes).

This morning, she ran into our room at 5:45 wanting to know if it was time for ballet.

Finally at 9:15, it was time! We were not able to take pictures in the actual studio, but J did lurk at the one-way mirror and flim bits of it.

So there it is, a sneak peak at A's first ballet class! I can't wait to see how she progresses in the upcoming weeks and months.