No Offense Mom....
Today has been a beautiful, spring Sunday, and I have loved it! I have been stretched again, by singing a duet in front of the ward....I sang Venid A Cristo (one verse) with Karen Keller in Spanish. I was scared, but it was a really good experience, and I'm grateful I could do it.
I got to snuggle with James (who was feeling sick, and might have strep, so I probably shouldn't have snuggled with him) after sacrament meeting when we came home to get him some Motrin and a good rest. He was adorable, and snuggly in his P.J's and read a whole book....and read me lots of pages from it. It was over 100 pages and he is an amazing reader.
I got to make some delicious dinner with Peter's help, and some delicious breakfast with Peter's help and James'. Peter chopped his first onion, and cooked some really amazing hash browns almost entirely on his own. While speaking the whole time with a french accent! Such talent!
I got to sit next to William in Sacrament Meeting and feel his strength and kindness as he allowed me to rest my head on his when I started feeling really sleepy. He is adorable and kind and so much fun.
And if he wasn't he might be in trouble, because on the way to church I decided we had time for me to stop by my mom's house and grab a diet coke. I have bought one since I pledged I wouldn't buy anymore. But mainly I've been trying to drink water and I've also bought some diet Dr. Pepper, which I don't really like very much at all.
I told William where we were going, and his response was immediate.
"Didn't you decide that one diet coke was your last one until your birthday when you find out if you can have a baby?"
"I decided that I wouldn't buy any more diet coke, but if someone gave me one, that would be okay. Technically I wouldn't be buying one...."
"No offense, Mom, but that sounds like an excuse."
"It is an excuse! I'm just so tired! I haven't had a diet coke all day and it's after noon!"
"Well, just think how tired I must be. I haven't had one in so long!"
"But you're not addicted!"
I wailed as I made a turn and headed back to the church. It was a good thing. William wants to have a baby. He wants me to be healthy. He knows I will be healthier if I don't drink diet coke. He also knows it's important to keep our promises, even (or especially) to ourselves.
He is a good kid.
And James, as we were snuggling and reading and eating lunch up on my bed...after he'd had some Motrin and was feeling a bit better, was similarly blunt and helpful. I had a bar of white "low-sugar" baker's chocolate. It's the kind I can justify eating because it has less than 10 carbs per serving. But it's still white chocolate. It's not vegetables, or salad.
I gave James a piece and then started eating one myself, when James shouted, "Do you even WANT to have a baby, Mom?"
"Of course I do!"
"It's chocolate!" He exclaimed pointing accusingly at the white chocolate in my hand.
"But it's good chocolate...." I trailed off. I knew I would sound lame. Another excuse. Yes, I think it's time for me to cut out the cheating. Technically, I've written it in to my rules. But my rules are supposed to help me be healthy and lose weight. And I've only got 5 months to lose 50 pounds. I don't need to be making excuses...
Or taking offense at my sweet boys who remind me every day why I want to have one more baby!
I got to snuggle with James (who was feeling sick, and might have strep, so I probably shouldn't have snuggled with him) after sacrament meeting when we came home to get him some Motrin and a good rest. He was adorable, and snuggly in his P.J's and read a whole book....and read me lots of pages from it. It was over 100 pages and he is an amazing reader.
I got to make some delicious dinner with Peter's help, and some delicious breakfast with Peter's help and James'. Peter chopped his first onion, and cooked some really amazing hash browns almost entirely on his own. While speaking the whole time with a french accent! Such talent!
I got to sit next to William in Sacrament Meeting and feel his strength and kindness as he allowed me to rest my head on his when I started feeling really sleepy. He is adorable and kind and so much fun.
And if he wasn't he might be in trouble, because on the way to church I decided we had time for me to stop by my mom's house and grab a diet coke. I have bought one since I pledged I wouldn't buy anymore. But mainly I've been trying to drink water and I've also bought some diet Dr. Pepper, which I don't really like very much at all.
I told William where we were going, and his response was immediate.
"Didn't you decide that one diet coke was your last one until your birthday when you find out if you can have a baby?"
"I decided that I wouldn't buy any more diet coke, but if someone gave me one, that would be okay. Technically I wouldn't be buying one...."
"No offense, Mom, but that sounds like an excuse."
"It is an excuse! I'm just so tired! I haven't had a diet coke all day and it's after noon!"
"Well, just think how tired I must be. I haven't had one in so long!"
"But you're not addicted!"
I wailed as I made a turn and headed back to the church. It was a good thing. William wants to have a baby. He wants me to be healthy. He knows I will be healthier if I don't drink diet coke. He also knows it's important to keep our promises, even (or especially) to ourselves.
He is a good kid.
And James, as we were snuggling and reading and eating lunch up on my bed...after he'd had some Motrin and was feeling a bit better, was similarly blunt and helpful. I had a bar of white "low-sugar" baker's chocolate. It's the kind I can justify eating because it has less than 10 carbs per serving. But it's still white chocolate. It's not vegetables, or salad.
I gave James a piece and then started eating one myself, when James shouted, "Do you even WANT to have a baby, Mom?"
"Of course I do!"
"It's chocolate!" He exclaimed pointing accusingly at the white chocolate in my hand.
"But it's good chocolate...." I trailed off. I knew I would sound lame. Another excuse. Yes, I think it's time for me to cut out the cheating. Technically, I've written it in to my rules. But my rules are supposed to help me be healthy and lose weight. And I've only got 5 months to lose 50 pounds. I don't need to be making excuses...
Or taking offense at my sweet boys who remind me every day why I want to have one more baby!
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