Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I first noticed this slightly irritating product skimming trend in the soda aisle when I went to the grocery store to pick up a couple 24-packs of Diet Coke that were on sale. Except, when I got home, I realized the sale really wasn't a sale at all because instead of purchasing 48 cans of Diet Coke, I had only purchased 40 cans for the same sale price. What?! What's most remarkable to me is how the lovely Diet Coke people designed their new 20-pack packages so at first glance I wouldn't even notice they had jipped me those 4 cans.
I have since noticed similar annoying trends in the cereal aisle, the snack food aisle, and most recently, the baby product aisle.
Last night I went to pick up some size 4 diapers for Zach at Target and immediately noticed the smaller box (I guess the Pampers people just aren't as intelligent as the Diet Coke people). A few years ago when Allie was in size 4 diapers, we could purchase a $20 (and often after coupons, even cheaper) box with 92 diapers. When we first transitioned to size 4 for Zach, I did notice that the diaper count had gone down to 88 diapers per box and was slightly annoyed. But, last night, I was near enraged when I picked up the $20 box to find that there were only 82 diapers inside. That's almost 2 days worth of diapers that have completely disappeared from the package...no warning, no notification...just "whammo" and they jip me 10 diapers.
I think even fast food chains are in on this scam. Remember the whole "Super-Size Me" craze about how that guy gained oodles of weight after eating the too-large portions served at McDonald's for a set period of time and McDonald's responded to his accusations by beginning to serve more appropriate portion sizes (ie-the noticeably smaller box of french fries)? While I'm all about limiting my fast food consumption, I am not too thrilled about shelling out the same amount of money (and, actually, I think the prices at McDonald's have increased) for a lesser amount of food.
I don't know that there is much I can do about this, barring a refusal to purchase the products I've noticed participating in this scam, which honestly for me, is not a feasible response. So, I guess I just have to get over my annoyance, even though I'm convinced they're all ripping me off...big time.
Monday, February 23, 2009
I have always been a goal-driven person and once committed to any goal there really is no turning back for me. However, the one problem that I always run into, otherwise known as the more complicated side of my perfectionist Type A personality, is striking a balance between the new goal I want to achieve while still doing well at all the other tasks that make up my daily life. Because of the sheer time, energy, and motivation I feel I’ve had to put into making this current lifestyle change happen, I’ve already noticed some things in my life falling to the wayside.
This isn’t really a new thing for me, but rather a pattern I’ve noticed over the course of my twenty-seven years. It’s hard for me to juggle doing many things well, so I usually opt to juggle one or two things with superb and perfect accuracy while all the other balls I should also be juggling lie motionless on the floor. This used to work really well for me, but as I’ve gotten older, my responsibilities have increased and I don’t really have the option of letting some of those balls go anymore.
So, today I find myself trying to figure out how to juggle all the things in my life that cannot afford to be dropped anymore: God, church, Ben, Allie, Zach, extended family, friends, flute, teaching, weight-loss, money…..just to name a few.
I can’t do it all. My mind knows that, but there is something deep inside of me that really wants to convince myself and everyone else around me that I really can keep all those balls spinning round and round, higher and higher up in the air, an impressive sight for all to behold.
“Look at me,” I can proclaim “look at all I can do so effortlessly and perfectly!” And, as I take my eyes off those whirling balls, just for one brief moment to look out into the audience and behold all the impressed onlookers as I introduce them to Ms. Pride herself, one by one each of those balls slips out of my grasp and crashes onto the floor. All my efforts, all my concentration, all my pride, in just one millisecond have become worthless.
And, as I’m left standing there, feeling embarrassed, defeated, and totally imperfect, I finally realize it was never supposed to be my job in the first place to juggle all those things.
This week I need to regain my focus. To start, I’m giving all those balls back to the One who should have been taking care of them in the first place. Today especially I’m thankful for a God who is forgiving, who abounds in love, who hears my deepest thoughts and needs before I am even aware of them, and who is always willing to juggle everything in my life when I bring it to Him.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
And, it looks so thick now that it is shorter!
"Uh...Mom...you do realize my hair is crunchy, right?"
"Ah...what the heck! It's just hair!"
Friday, February 20, 2009
A few months ago, Ben and I agreed to begin encouraging Allie to do more things on her own, enabling her to be a more helpful member of our family while also boosting her confidence and self esteem. Now, not only does she willingly put on her own shoes and coat before leaving, but she also gets her own drinks of water when thirsty, washes her own hands and face when dirty, goes to the potty and wipes without help, cleans up her own toys, helps unload the dishwasher, and clears her own place setting from the table after we eat. This is a HUGE improvement over just a few short months ago when Ben and I felt like slave parents in bondage to a power-happy, tyrannical 3-year old.
Although we have welcomed these marked improvements with enthusiastic praise, we have continued to allow Allie's efforts to get dressed and undressed each day slide a bit. Well, truth be told, until this past Monday, there was basically no effort made on Allie's part to get herself dressed and undressed. Allie just plain refused to get dressed or undressed without the help of Ben or I.
So, in a last ditch effort to remedy this behavior, I officially declared this week:
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday morning, as to be expected, did not go over very well. Upon waking up and being reminded that she would be performing the act of undressing and dressing herself on her own this week, Allie had a full-fledged melt down, insisting all the while that she was incapable of taking off her pajamas and putting on her clothes for the day. Crying, screaming, kicking, stomping on the floor, and slamming the bedroom door in my face ensued. However, after about 30 minutes of pure tantrum alone in her room while Zach and I went about our morning routine, Allie calmed down enough and was able to follow step-by-step instructions (provided by yours truly), and with very minimal help from me, she successfully undressed and dressed herself.
Thursday morning proved to be the turning point of "Allie Gets Herself Dressed and Undressed All on Her Own Week." Upon emerging from my morning treadmill date in the basement, I was cheerfully greeted by a fully-dressed, beaming with pride, Allie, who proceeded to inform me that she had also successfully thrown her pajamas in the dirty clothes, opened her shades in her bedroom, and had made her bed. Wow. I had to take a moment to regroup as I was in a state of shock.
This morning began quite similarly with no whining or complaining about getting undressed and dressed on her own. It looks like we may be reaching a triumphant conclusion to "Allie Gets Herself Dressed and Undressed All on Her Own Week."
However, after a rather unfortunate discovery this morning before leaving for music class, next week's theme has already been declared:
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
- Take 2 calcium supplements per day. Since beginning Weight Watcher's I haven't been drinking much milk (mainly because 1 cup of skim milk costs me 2 whole points!). Plus, I've cut way back on cheese products because of the fat and high point values as well. Basically: I'm not getting enough calcium. Because calcium is so crucial to a woman's bone strength, it is vital that I make sure my calcium intake is adequate. Since I'm already taking a vitamin D supplement (vitamin D is what helps your body absorb calcium...so, if you don't have enough vitamin D, it basically doesn't matter how much calcium you consume, your body wouldn't be able to adequately absorb it), taking the calcium supplements is the next logical step.
- Continue my daily multi-vitamin. I used to be so good at this one and would take my multi-vitamin daily without missing a single day. The impetus for my beginning a daily multi-vitamin was hearing about the importance Folic Acid plays in spinal development for a newly conceived baby. Although prenatal vitamins provide ample amounts of Folic acid, they are often prescribed after a pregnancy is confirmed, and unfortunately, many parts of a baby's spine have already been formed by the time it is prescribed. So, to be on the safe side, I thought it best to be on a Folic Acid supplement prior to conception. Thus, when I got married, even though we weren't planning on having kids right away, I started my multi-vitamin, complete with Folic Acid.
- No more night snacking. I was actually hoping there was some way around this as I've been reluctant to give up my nightly bowl of popcorn or low-fat ice cream (or sometimes both!), but alas, there is not. So, I'm now on the 4-hour rule...absolutely no food during the four hours before I go to bed. What finally helped me to understand the reasoning behind this rule was Tiffany's analogy of our bodies being like cars that are fueled by food. Basically, as we are "driving" our bodies around all day, we need to be filling up our tanks, but when we pull into the garage at night, there is no need to keep fueling up. Our bodies won't have time left in the day to burn off those calories we are putting in and when we wake up in the morning, whatever snack we had the night before will still be there, most likely in the form of fat. Ok. Now that makes sense to me. However, Tiffany said there is nothing wrong with the occasional treat, I just need to make sure I consume it earlier on in the day so that my body has a chance to burn off those calories.
- Increase my exercise level. What?! But, she's been doing 30 minutes of treadmill per day! (My thoughts exactly!) Apparently, it is best to shoot for 60 minutes of daily exercise. So, at least I'm already halfway there. Tiffany suggested some core/abdominal exercises. So yesterday I picked up a beginning Pilates video. I just finished my first session. Oh. My. Goodness. It was really hard. And what killed me was that the two women instructing the video made it look so effortless...not a hair out of place, no make-up running down their faces, their cheerful voices not at all interrupted by grunts, huffs, or puffs. Let me not forget to also mention how I am still trying to figure out how to get my legs that high up in the air while laying on my back, both completely straightened and absolutely perpendicular to my body, whilst at the same time looking so beautifully coordinated, poised, and graceful. Basic conclusion: my abdominal muscles are missing and I'm on a covert mission to relocate them. The lovely instructor, Miss Ana Caban promised that after 30 daily sessions of the Pilates Beginning Mat Workout that my body will be totally and completely transformed. I'm holding her to that.
- Less carbohydrate consumption. Seriously? I thought I joined Weight Watcher's to get away from meticulously counting carbohydrate exchanges. Umm...no. Lucky for me, my blood work indicates I have high insulin levels in my body. So, while everyone else runs around with normal insulin levels, their bodies working quickly and efficiently to break down sugar and quicken their metabolism, my body is a bit more sluggish in this area. The insulin I have isn't working as efficiently to break down the sugar I consume, and so my liver just creates more and more and more... I have tried a prescription medication to help with this teensy little problem (it was supposed to signal the liver to stop producing its massive amounts of insulin), but the side effects I experienced made it soooo not worth it. Basically, the only other way to control my insulin levels is to control my carbohydrate intake (similar to how a diabetic has to control their sugar/carb. consumption as well). Whereas a normal adult can allocate about 60% of their daily caloric intake to carbohydrates, I need to cut back my consumption to 40%. Yikes. I still have to do a little more research to discover exactly how many grams of carbs per day that is, in addition to finding out carb. counts for foods that aren't labeled, but as of today, along with tracking all of the food I normally eat, I have been notating carb. amounts as well. Hopefully in the next few days I can actually formulate a plan that will help me stay within the necessary carbohydrate levels my body needs.
Fun Tip of the Week
Wow...that was a lot of info, huh? Now, if I would have been told all of that was necessary for weight loss success just even a few short months ago, I would have laughed in your face and then stuffed a chocolate cupcake in my own. However, slowly, but surely, my attitude about food and healthy living are definitely changing.
Through this whole experience God has been teaching me a lot about self-control and patience...both important and necessary qualities to weight loss success and living a healthy lifestyle. I always thought that people who "spiritualized" weight loss were kind of a little nutso, but I am beginning to see a lot of parallels between the two.
I have also started to realize that my issues with food and physical activity are much more rooted in my mind rather than my body. So, something that I at first thought was a physical issue (my stomach is hungry, I need to eat a brownie!) is making itself known to me more as a mind issue (am I really hungry, or do I just feel like I need some chocolate?).
So, I am thankful for the past six weeks, knowing that these initial experiences have brought me to a point of accepting and choosing to tackle some pretty tough goals that will hopefully amount to increased success.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
First, I give you, Allie walking on pink monster feet:
And, here is Zach striking a "So-Big" pose for the camera
Allie holding on to the basement stair railing while simultaneously bouncing up and down on the big bouncy ball...yes, I'm sure there was sugar in her system at the time this photo was taken:
Allie playing princess dress-up and preparing for a tea party:
Allie was insistent that Zach participate in dress-up too. I bet you're wondering who he is dressed up as:
Monday, February 16, 2009
However, because I am still dragging my toes about participating in the random 25 things list, wanted to post something on my blog, but couldn't think of anything worthwhile to write about, and since I have also been tagged several times to to participate in this particular questionnaire, I'm giving in. So, here you have it: All About My First Born (except I felt kind of bad leaving Zach out, so I morphed it into All About My First and Second Born).
1. WAS YOUR PREGNANCY PLANNED?
Allie: Well, it wasn't prevented
2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?
Yes with both kids
3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?
Allie: I was shocked and excited.
Zach: I pretty much figured and was excited.
4. WAS ABORTION AN OPTION FOR YOU?
5. HOW OLD WERE YOU?
6. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?
Allie: I went in for my annual OB appointment and since I was having irregular cycles, they took a blood test just to make sure I wasn't pregnant (I insisted I wasn't while the lab tech insisted I was). A few moments later while I was talking with the CNA in the exam room after my blood had been drawn, the lab tech burst into the room (there was not even a knock) and declared I was pregnant, hugged me and congratulated me. I think I pretty much sat there, stunned, with my bottom jaw hanging open, for at least a solid minute.
Zach: I took a pregnancy test at 2 A.M. in the morning while Ben was on a business trip in Madison, WI. I couldn't sleep and I really wanted to know, even though I was already pretty positive I was pregnant.
7. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?
Allie: Well, the whole OB office knew before even my husband. I did call Ben after the appointment was over (obviously the appointment came to a screeching halt after the pregnancy was announced and then I rescheduled with the actual doctor instead of the CNA) and asked if he wanted to meet for lunch. I went to his office and couldn't hold it in any longer...I told him the news in the car, although he had pretty much already figured it out by my excited tone of voice over the phone.
Zach: I called Ben's cell after my positive 2 A.M. test to let him know. He was groggy and barely coherent. He called me back at 7 A.M. the next morning to tell me about a bizarre, but very real dream he had that I called him in the middle of the night to tell him I was pregnant.
8. DID YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE SEX?
Allie: Yes, desperately! We tried 3 times to no avail!! The ultrasound tech wasn't even comfortable venturing a guess.
Zach: Yes! And the very first image on the ultrasound screen was definitive...even if we wouldn't have wanted to know, a quick glance at the screen would have been enough to assure anyone we were most definitely having a boy.
9. DUE DATE?Allie:
November 19, 2005
Zach: October 5, 2007
10. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?
Allie: Not really...remember, I didn't even know I was pregnant.
Zach: Although I didn't throw up, I felt like I had the stomach flu for the first 10 weeks...the most unfortunate side effect was that ice cream made me the most queasy
11. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?
Allie: Anything with sugar, but especially Edy's Rocky Road Ice Cream.
Zach: Towards the end of my pregnancy I would eat a huge bowl of Honey-Nut Oh's Cereal accompanied by a huge glass of chocolate milk...every morning. When I came home from the hospital after delivering Zach and the next morning got together my usual breakfast fix, I took the first bite and gagged. I haven't had the combo since.
12. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?
The smell of raw meat, especially raw red meat. When I was pregnant with Allie I tried out my mom's recipe for Beef Marengo for the first time. It used to be one of my favorite dishes until I caught a whiff of the raw beef and had to smell it cooking all day long in the crockpot. By the time dinner came around just one bite of it made me want to toss my cookies. We haven't had Beef Marengo since.
13. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?
14. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?
Allie-no, I wanted a girl. I even had a dream when I was pregnant that I would have a girl with brown eyes and dark hair.
Zach-I was initially disappointed that Allie wouldn't have a sister so close in age to her (to play with, share a room with, and so that I could dress them both alike). Plus, I wasn't really sure that I would be a good boy mom. But now that Zach is here, I couldn't imagine it any differently! Cars, trains, balls, red, and blue have been a nice and welcomed change of pace. And, it has been so fun to see both of them growing, playing, talking, and becoming friends.
15. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?
16. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?
Allie: Yes, I actually had 2. My mom and sister planned the first one for me with my family and friends from Wisconsin. And, my church friends planned one for me with friends from MN.
Zach: No official shower, but we were showered with gifts and meals from our family and friends after his arrival.
17. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?
Allie: I knew.
Zach: All welcomed surprises!
18. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?
Both my pregnancies were fairly normal and thankfully free of severe complications. However, right around 32-34 weeks with both pregnancies I had migraine headache symptoms (numbness of the right side of my body, blurry vision, slurred speech, headache never came with Allie, but a terrible headache with Zach). With Allie, they ordered a CAT scan, and after a half hour, lying on my back inside that claustrophobic tube, with loud banging and clanking, I literally thought my back was going to crack in two and that my head was going to explode. I used to have migraines frequently in my adolescent years, so the doctors determined that the headache was triggered by hormonal shifts. I also swelled up like a balloon. I literally had no ankles.
19. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?
St. John's Hospital in Maplewood MN
20. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?
Allie: I was having regular 15-minute apart contractions for around 12 hours, so decided to go into the hospital to have things checked out. I was admitted to the hospital at around 9:00 P.M. and Allie arrived the next morning at 5:36 A.M. after less than 5 minutes of pushing. I probably only had about 4 hours of intense labor.
Zach: I had awful Braxton Hicks contractions for the whole last month of my pregnancy, so the day before my due date I paid no attention to the regular contractions I was having until Ben asked that evening if I had timed them. So I did and they were 4-5 minutes apart. I went in to get checked out and was officially admitted to the hospital around 10:30 P.M. Zach arrived at 7:25 A.M. the next morning after again, only about 4 hours of intense labor and about 3 minutes of pushing.
21. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL?
22. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?
Allie: Ben and at least 5-6 other hospital staff. They were afraid Allie had swallowed meconium and so there were some extra doctors there just in case. In addition, Allie came pretty quickly and they were concerned that the on call doctor wouldn't make it to the hospital in time.
Zach: Ben, a nursing student from Bethel, my OB doctor, and a nurse. My doctor basically made it there just in time to catch Zach.
23. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?
24. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?
Oh yes! With Allie they gave me some narcotics that basically made me feel dizzy and queasy because at first the idea of them sticking a needle in my spine seemed atrocious. However after the pitocin was ordered, I quickly abandoned my issue with needles and was begging for an epidural. With Zach, I signed up for the epidural ASAP. All the paperwork was pre-signed and ready to go as well as the equipment that was set up in my room for the anesthesiologist. My only regret with Zach: I wish I would have started begging for it right away!
27. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?
Allie: 7 pounds 15 ounces
Zach: 8 pounds 4 ounces
28. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN ?
Allie: 5 days late on Thanksgiving Day-November 24, 2005
Zach: Right on his due date-October 5, 2007
30. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?
31. HOW OLD TODAY?
Any guesses as to which one is Allie and which one is Zach?
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Well, last week in preparation for today we all made valentines:
Today upon waking up, we all exchanged valentines. Ben got the kids some special valentine boxes, a Disney Princess one for Allie and a Cars one for Zach, filled with little goodies (which was definitely a big hit!). Last night he set them out on the coffee table in our living room before we went to bed, hoping the kids would be surprised by them in the morning. And, he was once again not disappointed: Allie was up at 6 a.m. this morning declaring: "There's something special in the living room! Come! Quick!"
Friday, February 13, 2009
And if you are eagerly awaiting to read the cynical thoughts that have spewed forth from out of my head, making their appearance as word vomit upon the computer screen regarding my hatred of such an over commercialized holiday that merely serves as the most depressing day for millions upon millions of people each year, I must apologize in advance for what you will instead read. And, if you just can't take the disappointment, by all means, stop reading here.
You see...I like Valentine's Day. And although Ben and I have never made a big, huge, mondo celebration out of Valentines Day, I still like it. In fact, even before Ben came along, I am proud to admit that I liked Valentine's Day. I have always liked Valentine's Day.
And, since I'm getting a little weary of reading and hearing about everyone else's shear hatred for February the 14th, just to even things out a little, I've decided to add in my own two cents as to why I like Valentine's Day, in list form (of course! is there any other way?!):
- Because making Valentine's boxes in grade school out of old shoe boxes, decorated with red and pink construction paper hearts, massive amounts of glitter, and plastered with the letters J.E.N.N.I.F.E.R. was always a major highlight of my year.
- Because taking my Valentine box home and sorting through all the Valentines my classmates had given me, separating the candy from the cards, and desperately searching for messages from my beloved Strawberry Shortcake or Rainbow Bright provided days of sugar loaded entertainment.
- Because of Valentine's Day parties complete with chocolate candy and pink cupcakes.
- Because my mom always bought Valentine's Day candy and set it around the house in February. And she was not a fan of those hard, chalky, candy hearts, so instead she stocked up on those little pink and red foil wrapped chocolate hearts. Sometimes, on Valentine's Day, she'd put a few in my lunch.
- Because I couldn't wait to chip in $1 to purchase my high school friends a special delivery carnation in the middle of February.
- Because I was always eager to see who would chip in $1 to have a carnation sent to me in high school. And, one year, instead of getting all white carnations (friendship), I was surprised by receiving a pink (I like you) and a red (I love you)...and they both were not from the same person.
- Because in college, it meant I would go to my mailbox and most likely receive a whole heap load of mail. And probably even a package.
- Because I like red and pink. On Valentine's Day I can wear both at the same time and not be criticized for clashing.
- Because of heart printed socks and underwear.
- Because one year Ben bought chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate covered cheesecake bites, and chocolate covered coconut candies for me from Godiva...and they were to die for.
- Because I like heart-shaped sugar cookies with pink frosting, complete with white and red sprinkles.
- Because in the middle of the bleak, snow-covered, dark, dreary, grey months of winter, I welcome the vibrant pinks, reds, and whites associated with Valentine's Day as they seem to make the month of February at least somewhat tolerable.
- Because making cut-out paper valentines with the kids is a blast.
- Because it is fun to hear Allie talk about all the friends she loves and watch her make those valentines specifically for them.
- Because I have fun coming up with new little gifts to get for Ben each year on Valentine's Day.
- Because commercialized or not, a day set aside with the specific purpose of doing something nice for the people you love is always a day worth celebrating.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I have successfully continued my daily 30 minute dates with the treadmill throughout this past week. I only missed one day, felt guilty, and so made up for it the next day with a one hour treadmill
I don't usually surpass my 30 minute time limit (I am not that brave yet); however, I have been exploring some of the different programs our high-tech treadmill offers. There are 10 work-out regimens that are pre-programmed into our treadmill and when I began I could barely make it through program #1. And now, for the past few days, I have been successfully sweatin' through program #5...a program I attempted just a few short weeks ago and couldn't complete.
Although still not a huge fan of the actual act of exercising, I am continually noticing a huge increase in my energy level which is, of course, embraced with enthusiasm exemplified by my continued 6 a.m. appointments with Steve Carell on my treadmill.
I give myself a big stinkin' F for not ever reaching my goal of only drinking 1 Diet Dr. Pepper per day this past week. Every day this past week I drank 2 cans. Oh well. So, along with the continued exercise, I resolve to be better about this whole less soda consumption more water drinking this next week.
And, another goal I want to throw out there is not snacking so much in the evenings after the kids go to bed. I'm rarely hungry at 8:30 p.m., but still, I almost always grab something to eat. It's kind of a bad habit we've gotten into: put the kids to bed, collapse on the couch, and find something to snack on. I'm sure this mindless eating is doing nothing to help me advance toward my ideal weight. So, no snacking this week after the kids go to bed...we'll see how this works...I'm a bit skeptical that this habit, similar to the whole Diet Dr. Pepper habit, is going to take a few weeks to get used to.
Fun Tip of the Week
Valentine's Day is coming...this Saturday. To me, Valentine's Day has always been synonymous with CHOCOLATE. Yum. My biggest weakness. My favorite: chocolate with coconut. And this past week, Ben won the husband of the year award when he found these for me at Target:
Whitman's Coconut Chocolates...worth 1 Weight Watcher's point each. Delicious. I was a bit skeptical at first, but these are decadent, just like the real thing. Along with the coconut chocolates, Ben also brought home some chocolate covered caramel pecan bites which were also equally as yummy. You can go to this website to see all 12 chocolate candy flavors that are offered through Weight Watcher's by Whitman's
Zach just stares wide-eyed at the camera with a blank look on his face, occasionally stretching his arm out to grab at the camera, but mostly just reluctantly enduring the flashes and our funny faces until we finally tuck the camera safely back into its case. Which looks kind of like this:
So, imagine my pleasant surprise the other week when I plunked his little bottom into the kiddie rocking chair to photographically document our first day of winter ECFE classes:
Is that a smile I see?
Why, yes, I do believe it is!
You think that's pretty funny, huh?
Oh? Now you want to play peek-a-boo? You're still laughing?
Ha! You are one funny guy!
Isn't if fun to show off your pearly whites (all four of them!)?
Well, it was fun while it lasted...
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Thinking I could outwit such shroom-identifying perfection, I took drastic measures, insisting a piece of mushroom was in all actuality not a mushroom at all, but instead a piece of cooked ground beef. Very quickly I learned Allie is also gifted with natural Shroom-Polygraphic abilities. After calling out my lie, she got to work quickly separating all pieces of microscopic mushroom fragments from the rest of the cooked ground beef on her plate before proceeding to eat the rest of her meal.
So, what's a mother of such a delightfully consistent, naturally gifted and talented child with such highly refined tastes to do?
Make her wash all the mushrooms before dinner: