Baby Einstein, for real.

Our child has become a bink addict. There is no way around it. We have binks strategically placed around the house, in the cars, etc. It is ridiculous. Well, I have decided that I've had enough of the stress of le bink. Always making sure one is handy, looking under furniture, finding them in the laundry, you name it, bink has been there.
Our plan was to phase him out of daytime bink use, and reserve it only for nap and bedtime. Day 1 was no good and I caved.
Today was day 2. Very interesting development. I explain to Mason after his nap that the bink is to stay in the crib. Out of the crib, no bink. I was happy with myself, and thought "hey, this may not be so bad!" Riiiigggghhhht. Awhile later, Mason goes to the normal bink spot and starts whining. I explain to him again that the bink is to stay in the crib. So, what does my little genius do?? He walks over to the crib and simply says "up". Yes, he wanted in the crib so that he could have his bink, even though he's just woke from a 3 HOUR NAP. So, I put him in the crib, not expecting it to last long. 30 minutes go by and he STILL does not want out of that crib! Oh hell, this is not working the way I'd expected. So, 4 hours later, and 3 trips to the crib, we did stick to our guns about no bink outside of the crib. I am still not considering this a victory, but we will see what happens tomorrow. Our children are much smarter than we know... and it scares me.

Mr. Social Butterfly himself

I had begun to worry that my sweet, happy go lucky boy had disappeared. It seemed as though I kept blaming his mood on something... molars, cold, etc. He just wasn't himself. I had started to accept that my child just wasn't going to be social! He wasn't having any part of Thanksgiving (well, not until the very end!), was being somewhat aggressive at story time, and becoming more and more impatient by the day (I am not sure who he would get that from!?!).
Then, all of a sudden *poof* my child came back. Sweet, smiley, huggey, kissey Mason. Also appearing was his bottom right molar. Those things must hurt more than I can imagine. Regardless of the reason, I am glad that he is back, and will remember for the next time this happens.... there is always a reason, and this too, shall pass. Welcome Back!

The Skinny

Sooooo, I joined Weight Watchers with my friend Lizzy back in September. You might be asking yourself why I haven't blogged about this until now. Simple: Fear of failure! I have been up and down with my weight since my late 20's... when happy hour caught up to my arse, in a big, big way. I never had to worry about this in high school, or in my early 20's, so it caught me by surprise. What do you mean I can't have beer and spinach dip every night after work and not stay thin?? I was never very athletic, as that takes discipline and coordination. I belonged to a gym, and I still didn't understand why going once, every other week, simply was not enough?
Well, when I met Mike in 2004, I had managed to get myself to a reasonable weight of 130. I had these Gap jeans... ooh, my favorite Gap jeans, that I wore on our 2nd date. Well, after one summer of dating, consisting of numerous beer and pizza dinners, pancake breakfasts, and several lattes.... Those jeans hadn't seen the light of day in quite some time.
When I got pregnant with Mason I was, very unhappily, at 148 lbs. Yeah, 148 at 5'1. And, I put on 35 pounds while pregnant. I seriously ate whatever I wanted, as I assumed that I would lose it all, and then some, while breastfeeding. I did lose what I gained, but chose to use those extra calories burned on things such as ice cream and thai food.
Long story short... I have really been wanting to feel good again, and not feel winded every time I chase after my little sweetpea.
So, I joined WW at 140 lbs (after losing 8 by going Gluten free). I am happy to report that I am now 129, and can fit back into my infamous Gap jeans, and numerous other articles of clothing that I simply couldn't bear to part with over the years! So, Gap jeans were my first goal... now for the 2nd: to weigh what my Driver's License says I do! Thanks to Lizzy for convincing me to join. Lizzy is a new Momma and is looking H-O-T!
I am also posting my New Year's Resolution now: Running in 5k's again, running a 10k and doing another sprint triathalon. I have done these all before... time to get into ass kicking shape.