Sunday, 25 January 2015

Jumping on the treadmill bandwagon!

Okay so it just happens that we end up buying a treadmill in January. And in someway I feel like one of those crazy New Year's resolution people who buy all this awesome workout equipment and then it becomes a laundry hanger for the rest of the year. However, I think with the right motives, goals and ideas about fitness even someone who buys a treadmill in Janurary can bypass the stigma. 
Seriously, it's the best car ever. It always fits in the Fit. 

But I think that after struggling with weight and my health it is a miracle to be able to do anything physical, when I recall days where I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed or I was so medicated I wouldn't have even known what to do with a treadmill. 

Two kids later, my body has done amazing things I wouldn't have believed possible. Not because pregnancy/birth/breastfeeding are frightening and overwhelming at times - but because it's a miracle. And I'm just in awe when I see our two kids play together that I grew them. Yes yes, Scotty contributed (thanks babe!) but my body grew, birthed and fed them. Miracle!

(In case you forgot - OMG ๐Ÿ˜… 2 days before Phoebe was born! Huge Miracle!)

 But my body has been through the wringer - both emotionally and physically! Being pregnant (especially hugely so) puts your body and shape on the public scope. (Mommas out there can I get an Amen!?) Some little comments stay in your mind and haunt you long after the fact. Well - no more! 

And because of that, I now owe it to my body to get it back in shape. And I owe it to myself to treat my body like a temple (I hear that phrase and all I can think of is Louis Litt - a little gem ^^ for Suits fans everywhere). 

Also - big thanks and shout out to all my FitBit friends encouraging, Cheering and challenging me along the way. You ladies are sometimes the only thing getting me up off my butt! 

So here's my big rant defending my choice, or rather to celebrating my choice to buy a treadmill in January. (Actually, to be fair Scotty went out and bought it for me as a surprise on Saturday morning. He's just the dreamiest ๐Ÿ˜˜)

Clichรฉ or not, here's to a healthier me in 2015. 

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

So. Many. Crafts.

The ultimate parent-guilt delemna - what do we do with all those crafts? 

I love crafts. (No big surprises there haha) I love how special Jacks crafts are to me - especially now as they have become recognizable as crafts (not squiggly garbage he makes 1000s of in ten minutes) and I see him developing so many skills. He's working on tracing, gluing, cutting, writing his name, drawing shapes, stickering (it's a skill!) and colouring. Each day he comes home with a new little craft and it makes my heart burst with pride that he actually made it. And settled down long enough at a table to create it - and followed instructions. Miracle!

But... (You knew that was coming!) I question the sanity of stockpiling all these glue gunned, pipe cleaner, button creations once they've had their rotation on the "Wall of Fame" in Jacks room. Surely he's not going to remember them, (I don't remember my preschool crafts) nor will he have a need for them in the future. But as I hold them in my hands over the recycling bin (God I hope these are recyclable. Our system in the Valley of recycling is intense, and they monitor your bags!)  I worry. Not about the "rejection" sticker they're likely going to earn us with Valley Waste, but that I'm doing something horribly wrong. Even though we praise him, celebrate his achievements, pummel him with questions about its creation, I feel a teeny bit terrible. This is what it is to be a parent I suppose! I know out there somewhere there is a supermom making some kind of shrine to their child out of their crafts to be ever-preserved in an organized time capsule that is blasted off into space on a hand painted rocket. Okay - maybe not. But it's THAT kind of madness that forcing this internal battle of "Treasure Every Blessed Thing" vs. "Throw Out Useless Crap that means way more to you than your kid". 

So I consulted Pinterest to ease my mind. Now there are the wacko Super-Pinterest Mom "time capsule" ideas, but also a camp of posts of ideas I call "Smart Ideas for Real Parents".  With one quick search I found a brilliant idea - take pics in your phone and then upload for a later photobook. Then the little crafts are preserved forever and I don't feel like such a criminal for not keeping every little tiny thing he makes. 

Of course, we kept some favourites! But I won't need to look into renting storage space to accommodate the bins filled with crafts haha. 


Friday, 16 January 2015

Whoa - the lost months!

Just another byproduct of having two kids - much less time for things like blogging. But Phoebe is 6 months old -  we survived the hardest months just fine and now life can go back to normal. Well, new normal. New manageable hectic haha. 

(if you picture me sitting down in the computer just to write this, you would be wrong. I'm sitting with a very wiggly little baby in between my legs enjoying Bubble Guppies and chewing on everything she can get her hands on while I use the dictation feature on my iPhone to blog. I apologize in advance if the iPhone misinterprets my voice!)

We have so many fun things going on in the next few months - 2015 is very exciting!! 

I've been battling a failing gallbladder since Phoebes been born and really now it's just a few weeks away from my consult with the surgeon. To accommodate my health issues and complications, in these last few months we've really changed the way we eat for the better. I go through bouts of feeling perfectly normal which is such an improvement. Hopefully the surgeon has good news for me and I can kiss this gallbladder goodbye - the source of much pain, stress and trouble in 2014. 

Then next month Scott has LASIK surgery to kiss his glasses goodbye. As someone who doesn't wear glasses except for the odd time while I'm knitting I can't get over how much of a pain in the butt there. If you wear glasses obviously I don't need to tell you this. But watching him go through daily life pretty much blind without his glasses has given me a look into how crappy it can be. Not nearly excited as Scott is haha. 

Then we planned a trip away overnight to go see The Hip in concert in Halifax. Another byproduct of having two kids is very few date nights and absolutely no nights away from the kids. But like I said we're through the hardest six months and Phoebe is letting us sleep (more or less.) Between Scott running a demanding business and me chasing two busy kids all day it's sometimes hard to remember that we're not even 30 yet and still need nights out to party! 

Once I have my gallbladder surgery I am also looking forward to training for a 5K that I signed up for year ago. My fit bit keeps me motivated to get my steps and every day but I haven't gotten to do much running or training since I've been unwell. I hesitate to call it a New Year's resolution because I find them irritating and usually a load of crap but disappears by March. Instead I will call it pursuing a dream ๐Ÿ˜Š. 

In the spring, Scott hopes to start hockey again. It's not something we can really work around in the winter between the weather, needy wife (lol I'm useless after a gallbladder attack), and the winter clinic schedule. But the hockey people who ran his fall session send out some pretty cool stuff through email about what they have planned.

I really do miss blogging and I look back fondly on older blogs often to see what we're up to this time in previous years. I suppose I mostly blog for myself so I can have a record of what we did for birthdays, vacations, recipes and watch the kids grow in photos. But I do like to share because I know how much I enjoy reading other peoples blogs too!  

Happy 2015 everyone!