Alright, peeps. Holiday’s over. Time to get back up on that horse and ride.
I’ve had some time off from blogging and it has been nice. I have tried to stay out of Teh Intertubes a fair bit, to clear my head of the technomurmur that I’ve been listening to for a few years now. There is too much… STUFF… out there and sometimes the noise clogs my brain.
So taking some time off is always a good thing.
But funtime partytime vacationtime is now OVER. And while I have not been online, and things have been quiet in that respect, in real life? We have been busy. Good-busy as opposed to crazy-bad-busy. Work has been busy; that never changes. But we get paid for that so it’s part of the deal.
That Baby continues to grow and learn and be awesome. We have had quite a number of appointments to help her along with her eating and speech issues. An appointment with a nutritionist reassured me right from the start that a) no kid goes off to university still eating baby food, so why worry?, and 2) as long as we are feeding her enough and a balanced variety of foods, why worry? And she gave me some good, solid practical advice to start off with until we start with the Occupational Therapist. So that was good.
I am trying not to be one of those Chicken Little moms who is all “OMGWTF THE SKY IS FALLING!!11!!1!” every time there is something amiss with my kid. It’s not healthy for my stress levels, and it is definitely not healthy for a kid to see you freaking out all the damn time about every little thing. They’re going to be a neurotic bundle of nerves by the time they’re 7. I know moms like that. It’s not good, and it is not pretty to watch. So I try to take things in stride and not freak the hell out. So having a professional say “Dude. Your kid will be fine. Chill and let things happen when they will, and here are some tips” was a really good thing.
And as for speech therapy, well, we have not started that yet. We are still waiting. But since Stinkerbelle has, of late, taken to walking around the house randomly bellowing alphabet letters at the top of her lungs — “A!!” or maybe “P!!” or “K!!”, but take your pick, there are 26 of the damn things — we certainly have no shortage of verbalizing or learning going on. So I am not worrying too much about that one, either. Thank you Sesame Street and SuperWhy. I think.
And if it’s not alphabet letters, then she’s mimicking things that I say. If something goes to her liking, there’s an enthusiastic “ALL RIGHT!!”. This morning, she and her buddy Mac ran around in the yard yelling “GO KIDS! GO KIDS!” punctuated by the occasional “AWWRIIIIIIIIGHT!” With a pointy finger. For emphasis.
But my favourite has to be her voicing of agreement or yes by saying “Okay!” in this crazy, vaguely eastern European accent. It’s like having a conversation with Balki Bartokomous a lot of the time. “Do you want some yogurt?” “Gurt okAAAAAAAAYY!”
So that’s been fun.
I have also been working a bit more than usual, which has caused us to consider the possibility of a very part-time daycare arrangement for Stinkerbelle so that I can go into an office for a few hours of one day a week. So far, this has not materialized, and so That Baby has trucked off for an hour in the car each way to play quietly on the floor and not disturb the office while I work on some things. This arrangement is not optimal for anyone, so if the part-time daycare does not pan out, the job will go by the wayside as well.
And, starting tomorrow, Stinkerbelle will be in classes for 3 mornings of the week. Swimming one day, gym another, and arts and crafts and games on a third. She will be a busy little bunny, not to mention her mom will be a busy chauffeur. I also have to participate in these classes, at least for the next 6 months or so until That Baby turns three. Oh JOY. But she will have a blast, and make new friends, and burn off a lot of energy. These are all important things, so we spent some time looking into classes and getting her registered for the ones we thought would be fun for her.
BDH and I have also gotten ourselves involved in a plan to change our lifestyle for the better. We have been working on embracing, and following, and not complaining (too much) about, a diabetic diet plan. No, not DIET diet — we’re not on some crazy diet to lose weight. BDH is diabetic, and this means that we have to change our lifestyle and eating habits to ensure he lives a long and happy and healthy life. So we are counting our carb intake over the day, and trying to make good food choices for his blood sugar, and trying to control portions.
How is that going, you ask?
OHMYDOG I AM STARVING WHO THE HELL CAN SURVIVE ON THIS LITTLE BIT OF FOOD! And also WHAT DO YOU MEAN BAKED GOODS AND RICE AND PASTA AND POTATOES ARE NOT GOOD FOR ME? With a side order of DON’T YOU TELL ME I CAN’T HAVE VANILLA COFFEE CREAMER BECAUSE IT IS HIGH IN CARBS YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO PRY IT FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS.
Ooh, and also, IF I DON’T GET SOME ICE CREAM SOON I AM GOING TO CUT A BITCH.
So, it’s going pretty well, I have to say.
It’s hard. I’m not going to lie. But it has to happen. And we are working really hard and it is going pretty well, so far. We’re losing weight and rethinking how we plan meals and eat and although progress is slow, it IS progress. We just have to keep it up.
It’s part of an overall lifestyle change. It has to be. And in the spirit of change, we have been trying to do things to make it easier and more positive. Decluttering the house. Getting BDH into soccer again this fall. Getting myself some exercise. Organizing.
CLEANING ALL THE THINGS!!
So all of this stuff is going to take planning and work and routine. We will have to have a schedule of when That Baby has classes, and when BDH plays soccer, and what day I plan to go to the office, and what our meals will be. And routines are good. And if I am going to continue posting here, I have to make that part of the routine too.
So it’s time to get back up on the horse and ride.
I like horses. I’m not so good at riding them. It does not take much for me to fall off, or panic, or get a sore arse. Or have a fit of allergies and asthma.
My horse had better start by walking. Possibly even standing by the fence and eating some grass might be good. It might even have been wise for me to just sidle up to the horse first, and maybe offer him an apple and petting him on the nose for a while.
I may have to rethink this analogy.