Weighing In

About a week ago Jim and I had a fight, nothing major but he needed to apologize. Instead he bought me a scale. Like a bathroom scale. He is not very good at this fighting thing, can you tell we don't do it very often? (In his defense he knows I have been eying a bathroom scale for quite some time.) Unfortunately I thought it might be like the one Ami got that needs batteries of which I have none, so I thought I would be safe for a while. But this scale thought of it all. It comes with batteries. It is easy to use and told me to step right on. So I did. I even took a picture so you could see how pretty it is.

Before you are amazed at either the number on the scale or the fact that I did not photoshop out the numbers; realize that this is the fist time on the scale, so the reading is inaccurate. The manual says so. :) So there you have it. A new scale, with batteries. This should motivate me to get out there and run. (even though it is 82 degrees)

On a funner and more light note, since I have crossed off a bathroom scale from my list of things I am eying I had to add something. (isn't that how lists work at your house?) So I am adding a sewing machine. I stumbled across a sewing blog of a lady with a little boy and a little girl and she has a 'workshop' and she makes wonderful things in there. Dresses that look better than dresses and cloth toys that look better than cloth toys and well, I NEED a sewing machine. (Thank you 'Purple, Green and Yellow' for helping me express my desire). Yesterday we made a coloring book like the kind the lady had on her site... I had to hand sew the binding... which took a longer time than if I had a sewing machine to just 'whip it up'. Never the less, Claire enjoyed and is still enjoying her Curious George coloring book.

Pain -- Steps

So this morning, I had every intent of running and completing week 4 (which I have been doing now for almost a week and a half). But I woke up and had pulled/pinched something in my back. Having never had such an injury, I turned to the old stand-by; wet washcloth. That did not relieve the pain. I can not look up or down or to the left. This is difficult with the kids. Claire thinks a band-aid on my back will help. Jim thinks I should suck it up. And Nick doesn't care as long as I can still hold him. Any other advice is welcomed.

On a happier note:
Nick took his first step last night during Lost. He took one, Jim didn't see, He took another, Jim still didn't see. He took another and Jim did see. Nick was so proud of himself! His little face lit up and he was clapping for himself :) This morning he would like us to forget that he took any steps at all. He wishes we would stop standing him in the middle of rooms and looking expectant at him. No steps today. Maybe tomorrow.

Any Day Now

I realized as I was trolling the blogs that I have not updated in quite some time. Don't worry, you have not missed much. A trip to the beach, many sleepless nights and early mornings, a lot of park time and the re-institution of naptime. What hasn't happened is Nick's first steps, mommy's new haircut, new photo arrangements on my walls or dinner parties. So keep waiting... something might happen... any day now.

Alexander I Understand

Had a rough morning... fought with my husband, my car, my daughter, my dryer and my hair. Didn't end up going for the run I wanted to because I spent so much time trying to get ready that when everyone finally had shoes, shirts, pants and underwear all at the same time there was no time left for the actual run. :( Story hour isn't for a bit so maybe I will try to ignore the whining and crying and mop the floors... or perhaps I will give in to the terrible-awful-no-good-very-bad-day I am having and eat a ho-ho and go back to bed.