ramblings

I've had several thoughts milling about for the last couple of weeks. I can finally think straight so that might be why. Here they are:

::thinking alot about my relationship with Eloise. She is my first born and I'm often times hardest on her. I'm sensitive to her and want to make sure that my impact on her is positive and encouraging. So if she is still peeing the bed and it's annoying to change sheets, I have to remember that she wants this just as badly as I do. No need for extra discouragement. (BTW - I've tried everything. literally everything. next might bed a bed wetting alarm, but we'll wait until she is 6)

::I've got sugar on the brain. Everyone says it's bad for you. I've heard it a trillion times. But why, what does it really do to our bodies that makes it so horrible? Addiction might be the first thing, but coffee does that too. I know everything in moderation is good and I believe that sugar falls into that category. I grew up with no sugar. Very organic without my parents calling it that. Farm raised beef, eggs, dried fruit, balanced meals, only home baked goods, etc. We only got sugared cereal on special breaks (spring break, christmas break, etc). I'm no less a sucker for sugar than the next person. So I'm not convinced that giving our kids the best food now will make them great eaters later. Not that I'm not going to give them good food, but I just don't think it seals the deal. (just my opinion, no negative comments here, I still see the value of good food, don't worry)

::in this thinking of food, it leads me to health. Eloise is at the age where she really wants to get involved in an activity/sport. I'm searching to see what might be a good start. Dance doesn't seem to be her gig (more Lily's), she really wants to ice skate though. We'll see.

::TV. Love it/hate it. I'm learning to use it wisely.

::Sam is almost 7 months and he is the cutest thing in the world to look it. He's sitting up on his own but Eloise likes to come to the rescue and help him.

::With that 7 month mark comes my deep breath time. At 8 month's old is when I finally start to take deep breaths. We made it! They are almost feeding themselves small pieces of food and showing signs of talking and uber cuteness. An independence. But still very much dependent. I do not miss those baby days one bit.

::Even though those baby days will never come again. I made the dreaded appointment for Dave. He turns white every time I mention the 'V' word. It is what it is. My family feels complete and it's good to start moving forward with life.

::thinking about signing up for a 5K, walking, of course. Running makes me want to pass out just thinking about it.

::I'm thinking about it b/c the endocrinologist I saw last week made a comment about my stretch marks when she was doing an exam of my abdomen. They are apparent and that is being kind to myself. She said, "Your husband needs to get you a tummy tuck". Not gonna lie, felt like I was 15 again and someone made a comment about how much I've "grown". Tummy tuck would be awesome b/c my stomach will never go back again, but it's life. It's having babies.