Nic loves busses as you may know if you have been reading this. He has little Tonka bus, a little wooden bus, an old animal cracker bus and so I got him a Playschool bus with 4 little passengers. I believe it originally had 6 passengers, but only 4 made the cut on the way to the consignment sale. It was $2 so I can't complain.
Nic was "driving" the bus around the living room last night and ran it smack into the coffee table. On impact one of the little passengers flew out and toppled across the floor.
"Oh No" I cried, "Nic one of your passengers got ejected from the bus"!
"Oh No" cries Nic and he runs over and grabs his toy ambulance and shoves the little passenger in the back!
"Yeah, you are going to save the little passenger"!
Then he rams the ambulance into the coffee table and ejects the little passenger out of the back.
Poor little bus passengers.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Evolution of Going Out
The other Thursday Ted and I had decided we needed to go out for dinner (Nic too) on Friday. So along comes Friday afternoon and it didn't quite go as planned and I got to thinking about how I used to go out when I was much younger and without a husband or child.
5pm - get done with work or classes and head to the gym.
6:30pm - grab something to eat and maybe a little nap.
8pm - hit the shower
9pm - dig through my closet and maybe a friend's closet for something to wear.
10pm - have friends over for a "pre-party".
11pm - head out and hope that we are not too early.
3pm - home and sleep
Now it goes more like this:
5pm - Nic napping
6pm - Ted gets home from work tired, Nic due to get up at any time. I have showered and decided that jeans and a T-shirt is just fine after looking through the other options.
6:15pm -
Ted: you still want to go out.
Me: I guess so, do you?
Ted: not really.
Me: me neither. Maybe we can just go grab pizza tomorrow afternoon.
Ted: that sounds good.
I head back upstairs to put on comfy pants.
8pm - all 3 of us are in bed ready for sleep.
We did go for pizza and playtime in the park on Saturday and I was a much better time!
5pm - get done with work or classes and head to the gym.
6:30pm - grab something to eat and maybe a little nap.
8pm - hit the shower
9pm - dig through my closet and maybe a friend's closet for something to wear.
10pm - have friends over for a "pre-party".
11pm - head out and hope that we are not too early.
3pm - home and sleep
Now it goes more like this:
5pm - Nic napping
6pm - Ted gets home from work tired, Nic due to get up at any time. I have showered and decided that jeans and a T-shirt is just fine after looking through the other options.
6:15pm -
Ted: you still want to go out.
Me: I guess so, do you?
Ted: not really.
Me: me neither. Maybe we can just go grab pizza tomorrow afternoon.
Ted: that sounds good.
I head back upstairs to put on comfy pants.
8pm - all 3 of us are in bed ready for sleep.
We did go for pizza and playtime in the park on Saturday and I was a much better time!
Let's Get This Potty Started!
Nic has started using the potty!!! Now I know this isn't that exciting for non-parents or even parents of a child that isn't of potty training age, but it is to us.
The best thing has been that he stopped in the middle of a birthday party with all the other kids still playing and told me he had to potty. Seriously - he stopped playing - at someone else's house - and used their potty!
We are very excited!!!
The best thing has been that he stopped in the middle of a birthday party with all the other kids still playing and told me he had to potty. Seriously - he stopped playing - at someone else's house - and used their potty!
We are very excited!!!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Getting Too Big for Your Tights?
I am not really sure if I should name names here so I will dance around it and you will know what I am talking about. I was watching the latest episode of Bi**est L**ser last night. Though I know better as a degreed and certified trainer, I still enjoy the show. Maybe it's seeing the life-changing results. It's definately not the crying, and crying, and crying some more. Now, I know I have been overly prone to tears on occasion - not something I am proud of - but I don't need to watch adults sob for 2 hours. Of course certain contestants have more right to cry than others. Abby, for instance, who lost her husband, 3 year old daughter and infant son in a car accident. Yes, Abby, you have the right to cry a lot, and she was more positive than most.
Anyway, I was watching last night and one of the trainers (I will let you guess which one) said as far as a trainers go "I am the best you can get" (or at least something really close to that).
Seriously???
Seriously???
Has someone gotten too big for their tights? Over the past 15 years working in fitness, I believe I have met some of the best in the fitness field. PhD's that have written the books that other trainers read to learn how to be trainers. Researchers that develop the methods by which we train. In a nutshell, people better than her (oops did I let it slip which trainer it was?).
So I reached for the remote and click, off it went. Done, over, not able to stomach (no pun intended) it anymore.
Anyway, I was watching last night and one of the trainers (I will let you guess which one) said as far as a trainers go "I am the best you can get" (or at least something really close to that).
Seriously???
Seriously???
Has someone gotten too big for their tights? Over the past 15 years working in fitness, I believe I have met some of the best in the fitness field. PhD's that have written the books that other trainers read to learn how to be trainers. Researchers that develop the methods by which we train. In a nutshell, people better than her (oops did I let it slip which trainer it was?).
So I reached for the remote and click, off it went. Done, over, not able to stomach (no pun intended) it anymore.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Bus!
Nic is obsessed with busses. White busses, yellow busses, mail busses, water delivery busses, parcel delivery busses... So not all of them are really "busses", some are actually trucks and we are trying to distinguish between the two, until then they are all busses.
So we got this new toy from my friend Jenny. It's a Smart Cycle where he sits on the cycle which is hooked up to the TV and he plays along with the games. As he pedals he moves along with the screen and steers to maneuver through the game. One of the games involves him driving, of all things, a BUS!
His feet just barely reach the pedals, so actually moving along with the bus is difficult. Instead we get off the bike and spin the pedals around with our hands, which makes steering difficult.
It went like this:
Me: Ok, Nic pedal.
Nic: Bus, Mommy Bus!
Me: Yes, Nic it's a bus. Turn the handlebars.
Nic: Bus, Mommy Bus!
Me: Yes, Nic, Bus. Let's get back on the seat.
Nic: Bus, Mommy Bus!
I guess this is why it's for 3-5 year olds.
So we got this new toy from my friend Jenny. It's a Smart Cycle where he sits on the cycle which is hooked up to the TV and he plays along with the games. As he pedals he moves along with the screen and steers to maneuver through the game. One of the games involves him driving, of all things, a BUS!
His feet just barely reach the pedals, so actually moving along with the bus is difficult. Instead we get off the bike and spin the pedals around with our hands, which makes steering difficult.
It went like this:
Me: Ok, Nic pedal.
Nic: Bus, Mommy Bus!
Me: Yes, Nic it's a bus. Turn the handlebars.
Nic: Bus, Mommy Bus!
Me: Yes, Nic, Bus. Let's get back on the seat.
Nic: Bus, Mommy Bus!
I guess this is why it's for 3-5 year olds.
Monday, January 11, 2010
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