I can't believe I'm saying this, and I promise that I won't talk about it all the time, but the shredding is growing on me. I've even gotten my sister to do it with me.
I'm like an exercise pusher now. How has it come to this?
I love that the workout is only twenty minutes long since that's about the outer limit I can get with the kids. On some days I can even squeeze in the video and my treadmill routine.
I've also discovered that, although GRUELING, you will see some terrific results if you have a twenty six pound baby who insists on climbing on your back while you do push-ups.
(PS, in answer to Mirabella Mom: I try to distract the children with a video in the playroom while I do my shredding, but Bun is annoyingly disinterested in television.)
Sometimes I wish that I had started this blog anonymously so that I could rant and cuss and act like a jerk and no one would know it was me.
But even when I know the person with whom I am so annoyed does not read this blog, I can usually count on some reader knowing that person and I have to restrain myself.
(Don't worry, it's not YOU. Promise.)
And then I think that it's a fortunate thing that I am not anonymous in blogland since I would end up being a shrewish writer, all shriveled up inside from vitriol.
It's good for me to know that my mom and my granny and people from church are reading. It keeps me kind, it keeps me accountable, and that's not a bad thing.
Has anyone tried to watch television lately? Because I'll save you the trouble of channel surfing and just tell you that the shows? THEY STINK.
Hurry back, Lost. Love, Aimee.
For all my parental readers, an informal poll: at what age did your children start walking?
Bun is still not walking on his own, although he will cruise around the furniture and take a few steps here and there. He is our latest walker if we don't count Fiver, who we now know was dealing with some serious motor delays.
The girls both walked at thirteen months, but Bun is crowding seventeen months with no seeming interest in any method of propulsion that does not involve his knees or his mother.
I think I would be less concerned if he didn't have some other little issues that may or may not be indicators of something more going on with him. Vague much, Aimee?
As our doctor put it, he's not outside of the bell curve yet, but still . . . .
This is one part of parenting at which I am not very good: having a child with some significant difficulties and not seeing shadows in the other children.
I feel like I need to be ever vigilant with the other children and their development, and not only is it exhausting and dizzying, it can be suffocating and joyless.
Is this just the natural way Bun is developing, or is something else at play? When do I investigate further and when do I let nature take its course?
But in normal development news, Sally is diaper-free! She will be three next week, so she is right on track with my other kids.
I told her that once the big kids were on summer vacation she would have to use the potty, and, being the efficient and scheduled girl that she is, she was immediately on board.
She's had some accidents, of course, but they are lessening. I've always found summer to be such an ally in potty training since we go cold turkey on the diapers. It's underwear or nothing, literally, and it's kind of hard to run around in just your skivvies in February.
We've used no treats or rewards because she is the kind of kid who responds best to simple acknowledgement from the family. All she wants is a hug from me and a high five from her brother and sister.
So far, so good.
The kids and I were singing along to old-timey gospel music while we were folding laundry today.
Does that make us sound too much like The Waltons? Because I love those Waltons, but we fight way too much to be The Waltons. And I don't put up nearly enough food or fry nearly enough chicken.
Anyway, I had to laugh when we started singing The Unclouded Day, because it feels like it has been raining for three months straight. Even Fiver made a comment about it ("Mom, it IS a cloudy day"), but I just love the words to this song:
Oh, the land of cloudless days,
Oh, the land of the uncloudy sky.
Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise,
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day.
Obedience is servility only to those who have not understood the
spontaneity of love.
-Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen
A little drop of simple obedience is worth a million times more than a
whole vase of the choicest contemplation.
-St. Maria Maddalena de Pazzi
I have been very convicted by these quotes lately, not because I have trouble being obedient, but because I do struggle with a cheerful obedience. These are good for me to chew on.
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