Outside my window: grey and cold. I hate winter. Especially winter in January and February.
Clothing myself in: jeans, navy blue long sleeve shirt with turquoise camisole underneath. It's pretty much my uniform: jeans, tank top, solid colored long sleeve shirt.
Around the house: Finally got all the Christmas stuff taken down last Friday (i think?) Slowly but surely cleaning. I made a "schedule" for myself for each month with cleaning goals - it seems to be a step in the right direction. Life's been a little chaotic lately with sickness and family stuff, so things have had to slide a bit, but it's nice to have goals to work towards. Finally replaced the water pad/filter in the whole house humidifier (just one of those things I never remember to pick up/look for) I can't believe how much more comfortable the house feels.
Ruby: Gosh she's growing. There've been so many things in the past few weeks that I've wanted to blog about regarding her, but just haven't had the chance. She is still into coloring (especially with her markers from Christmas) and cutting paper "candy" - tiny little pieces of colored paper (that she colors after she cuts out - like .25"x.5" pieces) and hanging them on doors (with 2 foot strings of tape - also a Christmas present.) She's also moved from playing with babies mostly to stuffed animals mostly. Her chimpanzee is named "Doo Doo" her dog is named "Sam." Another monkey is "Thomas" and a big red monkey is "Sir Handle." She's wanted her hair "like a mama" lately - i.e. I wear my hair in a low ponytail pretty much every day and now that's how she wants her hair every day. I'm honored and humbled by how much about me she notices. She's really into whose turn it is to talk/not being interrupted. For instance, Ira starts to say something as Ruby is finishing what she's saying, so she exclaims, "Ira, I was talking FIRST!" Hopefully she will learn the ebb and flow of natural conversation soon - it's mildly annoying. Still has the binkies - although they're like really cracked and beat up. She says she's giving them to Mandy's baby when he/she is born - we'll see! She's also been into who/what does and does not poop right now too. Like, in the car, "does a tree poop?" "does a bird poop?.... why?" and on, and on, and on. Fascinating stuff I know...
Ira: Is in 2nd grade math right now. Before Christmas break, his teacher called to ask if Andy and I would think about him moving up to 2nd grade math because the 1st grade stuff was just way too easy for him. I was so impressed with her concern for Ira getting the best education and that she took the initiative to clear the logistics of it (even as his school years continue.) We decided that it would be good for him and sure enough, it is. He's said a few times "Second grade math is a little harder than first grade math!" as he's doing his homework. He was pretty thrilled that he didn't have any homework last week because the second graders were finishing first confession preparations and therefore weren't being given homework. Score! He's reading 5.1-5.5 level AR books. Still loving non-fiction but also really into Magic Treehouse and Flat Stanley Worldwide Adventures as well. We seem to have come to the other side of the "angrily resisting chores" thing - he's doing better with getting them done and accepting the consequence if he doesn't. Although, the other night he did yell quite angrily, "Dare I say it, that's the most ridiculous rule I've ever heard!" (When I told him he could eat dinner when his toys were cleaned up.) Now he's been trying to "engage" me in arguments with inflammatory statements like above, or "you're just a liar, that wasn't really five minutes." It works best if I can keep calm and respond lovingly "I'm sure you feel that way" or "I love you too much to argue." It takes a few times of saying it (and sometimes more than a few times), but when he realizes I'm not going to get involved in the power struggle, he comes to terms with whatever he's being asked to do. Now if I can just consistently do my job and not get in my "I'm going to win this argument" mode. Still enjoying piano lessons - we're about 15 pages from being done with the Level 1A book. After our piano lesson yesterday, he was talking to me about something and then said, "you know, like when Father holds up the Eucharist and it turns into Jesus' body and there's that shiny light behind the host." I was astounded. Speechless. What a gift he's been given! I am so excited for him to receive the sacraments of reconciliation and communion next year!
In the kitchen: Easy Cheesy Chicken Bake, Quick Pasta Carbonara, Cavatini, and Cheese & Black Bean Enchiladas. The theme for this week is: keepin' it simple.
Hobbies: working on a sewing project right now. Not 100% thrilled with my design/execution, so I'll continue to tweak it before "going public."
Bringing me joy: Our impending visit to Pope Paul VI Institute. Test results coming in abnormal (as funny as that sounds, it's a start and an indication that things are definitely not working like they're supposed to.) My kids. They've just been pretty good and easy to deal with lately. Our new treadmill. It is amazing! We've put over a marathon's worth of miles on it already (in the less than two weeks we've had it.) I've run in Hawaii, Rome, Japan, Texas, and New York already. Don't know what I'm talking about? See here. Funny tangential story: The night we got the treadmill, I decided to do this mountain run in Hawaii. I ran some of it but walked a lot it because it was just really hard and then felt awful when I finished it. I told Andy, "wow the incline thing really makes a difference! That or I've gotten really out of shape in the last month, because I feel like I could barf." I continued to feel horrible and when he got done running I said, "wasn't it awful" and he was like, "well, it didn't seem that bad, really." So I thought, "man I am SO out of SHAPE. I feel like CRAP!" Well, I finally drug myself upstairs to bed and woke up about an hour later with the stomach flu. And then proceeded to wake up every 60 minutes for the rest of the night. Fun times, that stomach flu.
Thinking about: Family.
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