I should really be figuring the checkbook right now and getting the bills together, but I decided to blog first because I don't think there will be a chance again until late tonight. First things first though...
*break dance * disco * chicken wings * booty wiggle*
After errands, and a stop by the store to pick up baby wipes and paper towels, I'm taking Mini out to his gram's new house. We're going to help her clean up. She and dad had the water turned on out there yesterday, and she's bringing a propane heater to keep us warm. I've already packed an arsenol of trucks for Mini to play with in the yard. I'm also taking my camera - muahahahaha!!
I weighed in this morning, and I've dropped another 3 pounds. Woot! So, I'm down a total of 8 pounds. I'm just thrilled the donuts mom brought over didn't sabotage me. :P I've dropped a jean size; hopefully I can get back into my old jeans (the jeans formerly known as the fat pants before I "outgrew" them) in time for hubby's birthday.
Now for a parenting moment: what NOT to do to get your toddler to take a nap...
Yesterday, when I attempted to put Mini down for a nap, he was too restless to snooze. Not knowing what else to do, I asked him if he wanted me to tell him a story. He says, "Uh-huh." So, thinking to make him slip into a napping coma, I channel my 8th grade General Business teacher, and begin to tell him a made up story about our doggy Kinz in a soft, monotone voice.
Once upon a time, there was a brown floppy earred dog named Kinz...
You get the idea. I make up something as I go along, crazy about Kinz watching people in the house, chasing birds and gnawing bones, etc. Stuff that's common for us when we think about it, but out there stuff for a toddler, you know? Anyway, despite my best effort to bore Mini to sleep with my voice - I even yawns a few times myself in the process, the minute I say "THE END" Mini sits up on the bed and starts rattling off all about Kinz. This and that, and bones and birds, and before you know it, he's jumping on the bed and nap time is a complete BUST.
*sigh* I didn't see the point in fighting it, and we went on in the den to watch Backyardigans. Heh. Big help my story was, as you can plainly tell... :P
Well, after hubby got home, I thought I'd tell him what a mess I made of naptime, and so I mentioned the "Kinz story". Mini, apparently, was listening as I was explaining this. He turned to his daddy, cut me off mid-sentence and begins telling him in semi-coherent toddler talk all about Kinz and his antics, punctuated by "Woof! Woof! Ahh!! Where's my bone?" ^_^ I was amazed at his memory! It might not have put him to sleep, but he was certainly paying attention, lol!
That's it for me today. I've got to get going; it's almost 11 o'clock and I'm still in my pajamas.
I hope you all have a fantastic Friday!