Episodes of low blood sugar today: none. Felt ill at one point but it was a false alarm. :)
C's mood today: no tantrums so far! Remains very argumentative and opinionated... What do I expect, this is MY son!
Clean eating today: Breakfast was PB&J oatmeal- combine 1/3 cup old fashioned oats with 4 egg whites (I know, stay with me, it's good), microwave in increments, stopping to stir every 20-30 seconds until cooked. Add 1tsp PB, 4 chopped strawberries, some milk and a packet of Splenda. Yum! Recipe courtesy of Sarah Gilks of Nanaimo's Core Essentials.
Workout this morning: ' Jump Start' workout with Fit To The Core Fall Challenge. This a fitness challenge I joined, it is run online by a Nanaimo couple, David and Sarah Gilks. They provide workouts and nutrition advice for 12 weeks. This is week 2- good, tough workouts. Can't believe how much muscle I have lost since my diagnosis- time to gain it back! Also feeling exhausted from the tough workouts though, hoping this will pass.
I have not felt much like writing lately. I have taken on another day of work per week, it has been raining and cold, and having a two year old can be exhausting. Trying to write has felt like another thing on my " I have to do" list- so it has not been appealing to me. Feeling the need to write currently so I thought I would run with it.
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| The rain has arrived early on the West Coast-so much for a long summer. :( |
Over the weekend we went out to visit my parents. They live 40 minutes away, so we packed up mid morning and stayed out there for dinner. A great day of watching football, visiting, and relaxing. C typically naps at my parents. For the first time he managed to climb out of the Playyard we keep at my parents. It was one of those moments that I found super cute as a parent-but had to keep my stern face on. C looked so guilty opening the door to the spare room-I was relieved to see he knew he wasn't suppose to be out of bed. He was good about it-we put him back in the Playyard and I lay down on the spare bed next to him, and within 15 minutes he was asleep (ok, we were both asleep. Did I mention I have been tired?).
The escape artist struck again yesterday afternoon. C was playing his new favorite game of 'testing', this specifically involved whipping me across the face with his favorite teddy (did I mention toddlers are not only exhausting, but at times mean as well? Exhibit A) and it was time for a time out. Initially I asked for an apology, which was not happening. So I took him and put him in his crib. Great 'time out' spot when your child will stay there. Not much of a lesson learned when they simply climb out after two minutes and come back to the living room, where the bad behavior went down in the first place.
Long story short, we converted his crib to a toddler bed today. This was exciting but surprising for me. Surprising because for the first time I had this strong pang of sadness go through me. I was sad because C is getting big. I don't consider myself like other mothers in the sense that I have not had a lot of these pangs along the way. Some women talk about how hard it was to give up breastfeeding-truthfully I was relieved to have my body to myself again, and C and I never looked back. Other women were a little sad when their babies started solids-I was counting the days until it was 'allowed'-my kid was 18 lbs at 2 months-he was starving all the time. I can remember thinking-'how fast can he eat all solid food?' For me, it wasn't happening fast enough.
I look at C these days-opening and closing doors, doing stairs all by himself and a part of me is absolutely amazed and relieved that those days of carrying him everywhere are over. He climbed a 10 foot ladder by himself at the park last week to go down the slide on the other side, and didn't even miss a beat. Long gone are the days when my arms were aching, and I was wishing he knew how to walk.
We are still in a learning curve though. This toddler bed is going to be a new transition. You will see from the picture below-the first nap time with the new bed did no exactly go 'textbook style' as my Type A self had hoped. Oh well, I still had a nap. Which was needed. Here is to growing up, and 'trying' not to look back.
The escape artist struck again yesterday afternoon. C was playing his new favorite game of 'testing', this specifically involved whipping me across the face with his favorite teddy (did I mention toddlers are not only exhausting, but at times mean as well? Exhibit A) and it was time for a time out. Initially I asked for an apology, which was not happening. So I took him and put him in his crib. Great 'time out' spot when your child will stay there. Not much of a lesson learned when they simply climb out after two minutes and come back to the living room, where the bad behavior went down in the first place.
Long story short, we converted his crib to a toddler bed today. This was exciting but surprising for me. Surprising because for the first time I had this strong pang of sadness go through me. I was sad because C is getting big. I don't consider myself like other mothers in the sense that I have not had a lot of these pangs along the way. Some women talk about how hard it was to give up breastfeeding-truthfully I was relieved to have my body to myself again, and C and I never looked back. Other women were a little sad when their babies started solids-I was counting the days until it was 'allowed'-my kid was 18 lbs at 2 months-he was starving all the time. I can remember thinking-'how fast can he eat all solid food?' For me, it wasn't happening fast enough.
I look at C these days-opening and closing doors, doing stairs all by himself and a part of me is absolutely amazed and relieved that those days of carrying him everywhere are over. He climbed a 10 foot ladder by himself at the park last week to go down the slide on the other side, and didn't even miss a beat. Long gone are the days when my arms were aching, and I was wishing he knew how to walk.
We are still in a learning curve though. This toddler bed is going to be a new transition. You will see from the picture below-the first nap time with the new bed did no exactly go 'textbook style' as my Type A self had hoped. Oh well, I still had a nap. Which was needed. Here is to growing up, and 'trying' not to look back.
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| The empty toddler bed-3:00pm |
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| My nap buddies-listening to them snore and the rain outside was extremely comforting! So much for not sharing the bed. |
