Yesterday the Gebhards' clan could all be seen running around the Sports Complex here in our neck of the woods. We had a great day. Reilly had a basketball game there so we all watched his game, ate some snacks, then ran around on the park for a while. There's something about the park... the little ones can't seem to break away. So Kurt and I decided to try a little "experiment" of sorts. When we decided it was time to go, Macy absolutely refused to come. So I started dialoguing with her.
"Macy, we are all going now. See all the kids? They're all going to the car."
"No!! I no wanna go!!!"
"Macy, we're going home. See? All of the kids are in the car now. Let's get your shoes on. Are you going to come with us?" She's turning her back to me, heading toward the structure. She would not comply. So Kurt and I chatted quietly for a minute.
"Okay Macy, we're leaving now. You wanna stay here? We'll come back later and pick you up."
I headed to the car, where Kurt and the kids were now waiting.
"Bye Macy!"
"Bye!" she replied, waving. No kidding. No flinching, she wanted to stay.
So I got into the car, and we shut all the doors. She had turned her back on us once again, and was climbing on the structure. We backed out of our space, and rolled down the windows as we drove away (shouting and waving) to make sure she saw us.
"Bye Macy!" We all yelled. She turned, waved to us, and turned right back around to the slide. She had made up her mind.
Shall we say, fiercely independent? We drove off and around the entire parking lot (with our eyes still on her). She didn't look back at us once. Wow. She really wanted to stay, and had no concern for being there alone. By the time we got back to her, I had to pry her off of the structure, and she was not happy about going... but we all told her how much we love her and how we could never leave her there. She didn't care. She simply had one thing on her mind.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
What???
So we were on our way to church Sunday morning, when Camdyn pipes up from the seat behind me, only I couldn't understand what she was asking.
"Mom, were you mean?" That's what I thought I heard her say first.
"What honey?" I tried turning around to see her so I could tell what she was asking, but I missed it again. I then thought she was asking,
"Mom, were you meat?" I was confused at this point, but finally got turned around completely so I could see her little mouth move.
"One more time, Camdyn?"
"Mom, were you weaned?!?!" Oh my. I sure wasn't expecting that! Where did that come from?
"Yes, Cam. I am thankful that I am no longer nursing," was my answer. I suppose I should be thankful for the faithful Sunday School teachers and their ability to leave a lasting impression with their lessons. Cam informed me that she learned about "weaning" at her class (church) last week, and apparently was meditating on what she learned while on the way to church...
"Mom, were you mean?" That's what I thought I heard her say first.
"What honey?" I tried turning around to see her so I could tell what she was asking, but I missed it again. I then thought she was asking,
"Mom, were you meat?" I was confused at this point, but finally got turned around completely so I could see her little mouth move.
"One more time, Camdyn?"
"Mom, were you weaned?!?!" Oh my. I sure wasn't expecting that! Where did that come from?
"Yes, Cam. I am thankful that I am no longer nursing," was my answer. I suppose I should be thankful for the faithful Sunday School teachers and their ability to leave a lasting impression with their lessons. Cam informed me that she learned about "weaning" at her class (church) last week, and apparently was meditating on what she learned while on the way to church...
Friday, February 13, 2009
Nichole...
I just posted a blog on Nichole Greene's blog. Please read it, and continue to keep them in your prayers!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Another Day in the Life...
Well, I made it through the Doctor's appointment, with only one small comment that I was dreading. I like Inna. She is the nurse practitioner I saw today. She looked at my chart after the weigh in, and simply said, "Everything looks good, except (that dreaded word) that the weight gain is a little more than we like to see..." Ugh. I knew it was coming.
Anyway, nothing a little Target shopping couldn't cure. So we headed for a quick trip to Target, to brighten the afternoon. Just a short trip, since we only had around an hour to get Kinley to school. I think this was the first time I had been to Target without even one thing on a list to buy, but that didn't stop me. So as I was browsing through the linens, the kind Target worker gave me the heads-up that there were TWO aisles that she had just personally discounted to 75% off. I made a beeline to those designated aisles, and thus began the shopping madness. Sheet sets for $4.98. I recently realized that the kids had only a set of sheets (each), with one extra to spare. So a few of those went into the cart. That was the beginning. Then there were twin comforters that were great for Reilly's new bunk beds, a great beach blanket (comforter) for $15, and several other things I couldn't pass up. Target's always good for returns, too. So we're heading out the door when the real mayhem began. This is kind of embarrassing, but the cart was so full that I had to take the kids out. So when we were checking out, the kids were bouncing around and getting in other people's way. I was digging through my purse looking for the keys and my wallet, and found only one of the two. I knew I had hooked the keys onto the shopping cart cover, but they weren't there now. Cam had sat in the front of the cart at one point, and admitted to unhooking the keys when I asked. Oh NO. We were for sure already in a time crunch, and now no keys. So I pay for the goods, and they're all sitting there unbagged on the counter, when the cashier starts ringing up the next person's stuff. This tempted me to frustration, since I had my hands full and normally they help load the cart. He was young and new (I know all of the regular cashiers there) and was unphased at the chaos in front of his eyes. I hadn't even had the chance to move my cart out of the way. Another kind (woman) cashier came over to help when she saw what was happening. So the dilemma remained- no keys, and no school for Kinley until we find them. We shoved all of the stuff into the cart, and I shoved Macy into the seat, and we were off to scour the aisles for keys. After 15 minutes of searching, and lots of questions for Cam that led to nowhere ("Cam, do you remember where we were when you dropped them?" "Um...right here." Same question, and same answer 5 minutes later in another section), God's hand of providence had not brought us to them. So I called Kurt. He graciously listened to my sob story, then reminded me that God knew exactly where they were. We got off the phone, and Kurt said he would pray for me. This is where it gets good. Not even a minute after I hung up the phone, a thought occurred to me. Did I see the keys in the trash can we picked up? I dug down through a couple of layers of bedding, and sure enough, there they were in the bottom of the trash can (which the cashier had rung up and placed a blanket inside of on top of the keys???????!!!!!!!!!!???). Praise the Lord.
Out the door we went. As the frustration was wearing off, I asked the girls, "Does anyone want a Happy Meal from McDonalds??" (That's code language for mommy wants a big burger and fries and chocolate milkshake right now because she thinks it will make her feel better) The happy answer, "YES!!" and that was the end of the dilemma and frustration. Kinley was 30 minutes late, but there are worse things than a Kindergartner missing a few minutes of class...
Anyway, nothing a little Target shopping couldn't cure. So we headed for a quick trip to Target, to brighten the afternoon. Just a short trip, since we only had around an hour to get Kinley to school. I think this was the first time I had been to Target without even one thing on a list to buy, but that didn't stop me. So as I was browsing through the linens, the kind Target worker gave me the heads-up that there were TWO aisles that she had just personally discounted to 75% off. I made a beeline to those designated aisles, and thus began the shopping madness. Sheet sets for $4.98. I recently realized that the kids had only a set of sheets (each), with one extra to spare. So a few of those went into the cart. That was the beginning. Then there were twin comforters that were great for Reilly's new bunk beds, a great beach blanket (comforter) for $15, and several other things I couldn't pass up. Target's always good for returns, too. So we're heading out the door when the real mayhem began. This is kind of embarrassing, but the cart was so full that I had to take the kids out. So when we were checking out, the kids were bouncing around and getting in other people's way. I was digging through my purse looking for the keys and my wallet, and found only one of the two. I knew I had hooked the keys onto the shopping cart cover, but they weren't there now. Cam had sat in the front of the cart at one point, and admitted to unhooking the keys when I asked. Oh NO. We were for sure already in a time crunch, and now no keys. So I pay for the goods, and they're all sitting there unbagged on the counter, when the cashier starts ringing up the next person's stuff. This tempted me to frustration, since I had my hands full and normally they help load the cart. He was young and new (I know all of the regular cashiers there) and was unphased at the chaos in front of his eyes. I hadn't even had the chance to move my cart out of the way. Another kind (woman) cashier came over to help when she saw what was happening. So the dilemma remained- no keys, and no school for Kinley until we find them. We shoved all of the stuff into the cart, and I shoved Macy into the seat, and we were off to scour the aisles for keys. After 15 minutes of searching, and lots of questions for Cam that led to nowhere ("Cam, do you remember where we were when you dropped them?" "Um...right here." Same question, and same answer 5 minutes later in another section), God's hand of providence had not brought us to them. So I called Kurt. He graciously listened to my sob story, then reminded me that God knew exactly where they were. We got off the phone, and Kurt said he would pray for me. This is where it gets good. Not even a minute after I hung up the phone, a thought occurred to me. Did I see the keys in the trash can we picked up? I dug down through a couple of layers of bedding, and sure enough, there they were in the bottom of the trash can (which the cashier had rung up and placed a blanket inside of on top of the keys???????!!!!!!!!!!???). Praise the Lord.
Out the door we went. As the frustration was wearing off, I asked the girls, "Does anyone want a Happy Meal from McDonalds??" (That's code language for mommy wants a big burger and fries and chocolate milkshake right now because she thinks it will make her feel better) The happy answer, "YES!!" and that was the end of the dilemma and frustration. Kinley was 30 minutes late, but there are worse things than a Kindergartner missing a few minutes of class...
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
On the Upswing
Well, things are looking up. Thanks so much for the food tips and advice, it was encouraging. I've made a "re-discovery" of something great that should help- smoothies. My kids have been loving them, and they help me to get fruit and dairy in. And, it's SO easy, and so tasty! I think I could compete with Jamba Juice. Here's a favorite- Frozen strawberries (10 big ones, or so), two or three bananas, about a half cup of orange juice concentrate, and milk. Throw it all in the blender, and the kids have a treat and I'm getting fruit! And we've varied it a little with orange sherbet and yogurt, and sometimes with a different frozen berry mixture. So tasty. The kids also love the banana and peanut butter smoothie- it's just bananas, peanut butter, ice, and milk. Kinda takes a lot of peanut butter to make it taste really good, but hey- for kids, it's okay. Anyway, it's been a little cold for smoothies the past couple of days, but that just means they'll be that much better in the summer.
An update on Nichole's blog coming soon.
An update on Nichole's blog coming soon.
Monday, February 9, 2009
On a Lighter Note...
I need HELP! I have been out of control eating for a couple of weeks now, and the scale was abominable this morning. I couldn't believe my eyes. 6 pounds in a matter of days- like 4 days. Now I know you all are making excuses for me (the pregnant one does make me feel a little better), and I appreciate that. Even the doctor will probably have something to say about this, and I have to go on Thursday. Ugh.
Here's the problem. I downward spiral so quickly. After Christmas (I gained 5 pounds) I kinda lost control. I've gained 15 since. That's not okay, even for pregnant women.
Here's the root of the problem. I love sweets, especially baked ones. Since last Sunday I've made brownies, peanut butter cookies, (both for the 40th anniversary celebration) chocolate chip cookies and then last night I made cinnamon rolls. That's a LOT of baking, which means a lot of bites of dough, then of course a lot of eating what I bake. And I ate two donuts for breakfast yesterday. (One for me, one for Dax- makes sense, right?) Had to add that to the confession.
I feel a lot better now that that's off my chest. So this morning I ate Kashi-go-lean cereal for breakfast with a banana on top. Baby steps. It's time for change. Pray for me (and poor Dax, who will be born addicted to chocolate). Please feel free to help with advice and pointers for self-control in eating. I need help!
And I'm really hungry right now...
Here's the problem. I downward spiral so quickly. After Christmas (I gained 5 pounds) I kinda lost control. I've gained 15 since. That's not okay, even for pregnant women.
Here's the root of the problem. I love sweets, especially baked ones. Since last Sunday I've made brownies, peanut butter cookies, (both for the 40th anniversary celebration) chocolate chip cookies and then last night I made cinnamon rolls. That's a LOT of baking, which means a lot of bites of dough, then of course a lot of eating what I bake. And I ate two donuts for breakfast yesterday. (One for me, one for Dax- makes sense, right?) Had to add that to the confession.
I feel a lot better now that that's off my chest. So this morning I ate Kashi-go-lean cereal for breakfast with a banana on top. Baby steps. It's time for change. Pray for me (and poor Dax, who will be born addicted to chocolate). Please feel free to help with advice and pointers for self-control in eating. I need help!
And I'm really hungry right now...
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