|Heart Shirt -- Easy PJ Pants|
I have several projects in the works. Sewing projects and writing projects. I still have a stack of these shirts cut out that have been sitting in a pile staring at me. As well as a stack of panties all cut out and waiting to be sewn. But I just haven't been in the mood to work on those things. Do you ever get that way? Get all the hard, boring work on a project done and then lose motivation to finish?
Though I am happy to report that the size 2T-3T pattern for the panties is definitely a go. Not so big it's saggin' baggin', but not too small either. Score. The 12-18 month size is also up and ready. I'm slowly (read: not really) working on the bigger sizes. I'll get there some day.
Honestly, it's hard for me to get motivated about making bigger sizes when Olivia's not nearly ready for them yet. In the mean time, thanks for being patient. Despite my laziness these past couple of days, I've got a lot going on.
This little silly has had some major cabin fever. She bounces between wanting to chill and watch shows all day (which she doesn't get to do) and running around in circles from the living room to the kitchen and back again.
Yesterday it was snowing, so it was really too cold to play outside. Today it's beautiful and sunny out, so we sneaked outside before lunch for a bit of run around time. We heard some kids playing outside and Olivia immediately sprung up and started asking to join them, so we hurried into our shoes and jackets and went out to enjoy the fresh air.
There are a group of moms in our neighborhood who do a little joy school and today they were enjoying a little obstacle course out on the front lawn. The mom in charge was kind enough to let Olivia join the fun. Olivia had a blast crawling through a cloth tunnel and jumping between cement blocks and old tires. She also spent a good chunk of time standing back and admiring the bigger kids. She loves watching them, but she gets a little overwhelmed by them sometimes. It's sweet to have her come and hold my hand.
For those of you who may be curious, potty training is going great. Far, far better than I expected it to, especially after so many failed attempts. Though she has yet to go #2 in the potty, she is now a champ at peeing in the potty. She uses her little potty seat at home and when we're out I just hold her on top of the bigger toilet seats. I thought she'd freak out about it, but she hasn't. So far, so good.
We use Pull-Ups when we're out (if it's not just in our neighborhood), but she usually keeps even those dry. She really has been a champ about holding it until she can go on a potty. I love her for that. I hope hope hope this just keeps getting better. She's had a couple of puddle accidents, but other than that she's been pretty successful. Hoo-ray.
I'm working on living healthy. (This is an excellent article on the subject, by the way.) I've tracked calories, done Weight Watchers, blogged about weight loss, gone without treats, and done a long list of other things to lose weight. And if there's one thing I've learned from all that, it is this:
Of course I can lose weight. But I can also gain it right back.
I've been thinking about healthy living (not just dieting) for a long time, trying to figure out how to make small, permanent changes in my life so that being healthy is more about eating right and exercising continually, rather than sporadically trying to lose extra pounds. It's a work in progress, but I feel like I am actually making progress now.
When the start of the new year was approaching I made a lot of goals. Some good, some lofty, some superficial, and some impossible. Though I wasn't perfect, I was on track with a lot of those goals... until January happened. Having a miscarriage and being so sick put some real perspective in me. Suddenly, goals like having a daily schedule didn't matter to me. And weight-loss goals were not even on my radar. There was no way to focus on eating healthy when I could barely eat anything at all. Though I was well-taken care of and not in any real danger, I was definitely in survival mode at that point. "Just get through this and then see what comes next." That was my motto then, as I laid on the couch and it hurt to move.
Now that I'm back to full health, I have a renewed appreciation for a body that's capable of exercising. Every time I suck in (which I'm making a conscious effort to do more frequently in the hopes that my tummy will just stay that way someday) I remember how much it hurt to do that a couple of months ago and I feel grateful all over again for a healthy body.
A week or so ago we bought a simple exercise bike. Bryan and I both made informal goals to ride it for 30 minutes every day except on Sundays. I haven't done it every day yet, but I'm working on it. I'm also using some hand weights, usually while I'm on the bike to help me focus on my core muscles instead of just pumping my legs. And I still get in walks with friends as often as I can. On really good days I even try a few crunches or planks.
My first goal is to be healthy.
My second goal is to not hate it so much that I quit anytime soon.
So I'm easy on myself a lot. In a good way.
Bryan's older brother and his wife and their kids recently moved to Germany. This means that Anna, my sister-in-law, was not at my disposal for phone calls and e-mails for about a month while they were getting moved in and waiting for their internet to be hooked up.
I. Missed. Her.
I checked their family blog at least once every day or two during that time, hoping for good news. It was such a happy moment when she e-mailed me a couple days ago telling me that their internet was finally hooked up. Not only did this mean that we could e-mail and chat online again, but it meant that their phone was hooked up now too! They have an Ooma too and, because they chose a US phone number (before they moved), we can now chat as much as we want for free. It is magical and amazing.
Yesterday Anna and I got to chat for the first time since they moved and I couldn't help thinking how amazing it is that I can chat with her even though she's halfway around the world. "I can hear you loud and clear from Germany!" I giggled. I had the awe of a seven year-old. Technology amazes me. And what a blessing to have this family friend back at my disposal!
I like talking to Anna even when we have nothing in particular to talk about, but this past month I've especially been anxious to talk to her about some writing I've been working on. Anna knows and understands about that stuff. And she is a champ about encouraging me with this big project. It was a relief and a blessing to have her relay her usual encouragement over the phone yesterday. Hooray for telephones. And double hooray for not having to pay for international calls. Boo-yah.
Olivia and I had this little impromptu photo shoot yesterday morning. Mostly I wanted some pictures of her in these cute pajama pants.
Later that afternoon while I was doing something else and she was bumbling around, playing on her own, I spied her having a little photoshoot of her own. She sat Lamby (the little lamb in these pictures) up against this same wall, backed up to where I was taking pictures earlier, and then held her hands up like she was holding a camera and started making little clicking noises.
"Click. Click. Click."
"Good job, Lamby!"
"Okay, now sit over here, Lamby!"
She was definitely imitating me. And in a really cute, flattering way. (Which is more than I can say for when she pretends to be me and tells Daddy and all of her stuffed animals to lay down and "close your eyes.")
I don't think I'll ever be able to soak in enough of her little button notes and toes and her soft, sweet cheeks. This girl is a cutie and she fills my days.
Well, I think that's enough random for one day.
The end. :)