Monthly Archives: August 2013

Wii Vignettes, Starring My Son

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Russ loves his video games. The current favorite is Lego Star Wars III, Clone Wars. Here are some choice bits I’ve overheard recently.

 

Russ: Oh my gosh. I’m battling a buffalo. I’m battling a buffalo.

5 seconds later

Russ: Mom! Guess what I’m battling?

Me: Um, a buffalo?

Russ: How did you know? Have you been playing my game while I’m at school?

(After his Wii time was over, he gave me a hug and told me it was fine with him if I wanted to play his game while he was at school. He’s such a sweetheart. )

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Russ: Thanks a lot, Princess Leia. Geez. Women.

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Russ: AWWWWW! In the butt for the win!

 

Look for this to be a regular feature.

Yes. Again. *SIGH*

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Soooooo, I gained back 8 of the 15 pounds I took off.

I hate my stupid face sometimes.

But I’m climbing back on that wagon again. Don’t ask me how many times this makes. I lost count years ago, sometime after 893. Dumb, dumb, stupid dumb.

At least I haven’t given up and resigned myself to a life of size 24 pants.

Two months ago, one of my favorite food bloggers, Andie Mitchell, put her mom on a diet.

At her mother’s request.

Her mom is 10 years older and at the time they started, almost 40 pounds lighter than I am. But she’s suffering from the same metabolism slow down I am. She lives a busy life. If she can do it, so can I. Andie details all the meals she prepares for her mom and they are very doable. Plus they look delicious.

Side note here: I have never, ever made one of Andie’s recipes that I didn’t just love.

I’ve decided to try Andie’s plan for a week, to see if it works for me. I’m shaving the calories back a tad and I’ll have to sub out a few menu items. (Tuna. Blech.) But all in all, I’m looking forward to it. Better yet, Art is joining me. The kids will eat what we do, with a few additions, of course. In the past, I’ve killed myself making 2 different meals. No more.

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Three pounds of chicken breasts, grilled, sliced and bundled into 4 oz bags. These are in the freezer, waiting to be added to salads and wraps for lunch. I’ve got salad kits made up. My fridge is packed with prepped fruit and veggies.

Let’s do this thing.

Preparing For Adolescence *Insert Scream Here*

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I think I’ve mentioned back to school is looming for us. There has been some light shopping, haircuts and doctor appointments.

Appointments which involved questionnaires.

Questionnaires which involved preparation for puberty

Puberty which involves…

Well, you know the rest.

My hades. Are we here already? It’s caught me off-guard, but she’s turning 9 in a matter of days. It was at this point that the oldest turned into a surly, attitude-ridden mess of hormones. I turned into a hard-ass. I don’t like being a hard-ass. It’s a lot of work and being mean takes commitment. I don’t want to go back there just yet.

Besides, even though I’ve done it before, the idea of talking to Selby about menarche makes me queasy. She seems so young. I’m not sure if this is because I’m older now, with more of a gap between my daughter and myself. It may be because, old soul that she is, there is an essential innocence in Selby that resists the typical tweendom.

Or I’ve got my head up my ass.

She loves One Direction. She asked for a shopping trip to Justice for her birthday. She was in raptures over a vanilla scented bath set. (No pole, no pole, no pole.) There’s a smidgen of attitude showing.

The doctor says I’ve got time. No physical signs of…you know. But it’s coming. So maybe, just maybe, I ought to start planning my lesson on BECOMING A WOMAN.

Oh my hades. Someone please pour me a drink and hold me.