Well. . . We're still working on the potty training thing, but it's starting to go well. L is finally starting to figure out when he needs to go to the bathroom on his own. The break through came a few days ago when he was playing and suddenly said "I need to go poop!" and ran to the bathroom. I think I jumped up and down I was so excited. And the last couple days he has made it through the day on the same pull-up. He even decided that it was ok to use the potty at the gym this morning. So I think we've finally gotten away from being afraid of other potties outside the house. I am sooooooo excited! It seems like the end could be in site. . .provided he does not get sick again and regress a whole bunch. But if that happens then I guess we'll just deal with it. I guess we all learned to go poop sometime. To make the situation funnier, and here's the TMI warning, his poop clogged up the toilet! Which I totally fixed, thank you very much, and did a little victory dance.
As I type I'm listening to Q chatter and talk to herself. She's been doing this for the last hour and a half. I was thinking that she was going to take a nap, like she normally does, so that I can get some things done. Instead she has been a little stinker. It would be fine if she just talked the whole time but she definitely had a monster fit a while ago, and I had to go in there and calm her down. She seemed convinced that I was going to pick her up, however I'm not that nice today. Admittedly, I needed some time for myself and I was in the middle of giving myself a french manicure when she was having her silly fit. Since we have been through this nonsense before, and a back rub and some quiet talking later she was laying back down again and going to sleep. Or so I thought! Some times it's just too much for a Mommy to hope for. (At this moment I think I can hear her jumping in her crib. Here's hoping she doesn't hurt herself.)
I think we all have our little guilty pleasures that we indulge in while our kids are sleeping or otherwise occupied. One of my favorites is Rob and Big, another is Fantasy Factory. It's great to just unplug my brain for a little while, or just laugh at people doing things that are just TOTALLY INSANE! At the moment though, I am watching a rerun of Keeping up with the Kardashians/Kim's Fairytale Wedding. I normally don't pay attention to silly people with too much money who are famous just for being famous, but watching these people sometimes makes me very thankful for the life I have. As much as I like looking good and trying to look put together, I am so glad that there is no one waiting outside my house to take my picture. No one cares if I look like crap going to the gym with my kids. No one is paying major attention to whether I lost a few pounds or gained a few pounds. No one outside of my family cares much about my day to day decisions, and I like it that way. If I really screw up my hair and it turns green, there is no major image issues that I need to worry about, other than explaining it to DH. . . While I would like their money and their closets ("can we say fur collection"), I would not trade my husband or my kids or my Mom or my sister and brother or my in-laws for their lives.
In other words, I LOVE MY FAMILY!!!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
Looking at the calendar, I realize that it has been more than two decades since you left this earth to go back to our Father in Heaven on this date in 1990. At first glance this might look like a letter in sadness but I hope that you'll look at this for what it is, a celebration of what has happened since that time.
Over the course of my life I have met many people who, out of the goodness of their hearts, wanted to feel sorry for me because you were not here. At a younger age I might have played into it a little, but as I've grown older, I've realized that I don't want any one feeling sorry for me. True you have missed out on a lot of firsts. First dates, first days of school, first checking accounts, first grand baby. But in my heart I know that you were there for all of that, even though I couldn't see you. You were there with me when I got my first job, when I scratched up my first car. . .you were probably watching when I had my first kiss. Although I kind of hope you were not watching. I also know you were there in my moments of broken heart, when I was convinced that the world was "SO UNFAIR" (although I'm sure you were on Mom's side). I know you were there when I made the decisions to go through the Temple, and the decision to get married to DH there. I know you were with me in the days and months while I was on bedrest with L. You were there in the hospital when they told me I was in labor, 10 weeks early, and that you sat with me that night while I prayed it would all stop so my baby would not be born too early. I know you kept me upbeat while I was sitting on the couch trying to be still and keep Q healthy before she was born. I know you were there when both of them were born and celebrated with Mom (I'm sure she knew you were there). I know that my kids knew you before they got here and that you probably told them all about me and our family, although sometime I think I'm glad they can't remember. Like when you told me about the time I. . . Yeah, never mind.
Looking at it this way, there is no way anyone would feel sorry for me. I know where you are, and that you're here when I really need you. In some ways, you can keep better tabs on us way better than other Dads (at least that was always Mom's threat, "I can't see what you're doing all the time, but you Father can!"). There are definitely times I wish you were here, but I know that you've probably got more influence for good in every one's life where you are. For that I thank you. If nothing else, the promises of the Temple, that our family will be together forever, is what holds me up on bad days. On good days, I smile when I see the Brooks Brother sign, a joke about handle bar mustaches. . . and the sight of a bow tie will always make me think of you.
Love,
Kari
Looking at the calendar, I realize that it has been more than two decades since you left this earth to go back to our Father in Heaven on this date in 1990. At first glance this might look like a letter in sadness but I hope that you'll look at this for what it is, a celebration of what has happened since that time.
Over the course of my life I have met many people who, out of the goodness of their hearts, wanted to feel sorry for me because you were not here. At a younger age I might have played into it a little, but as I've grown older, I've realized that I don't want any one feeling sorry for me. True you have missed out on a lot of firsts. First dates, first days of school, first checking accounts, first grand baby. But in my heart I know that you were there for all of that, even though I couldn't see you. You were there with me when I got my first job, when I scratched up my first car. . .you were probably watching when I had my first kiss. Although I kind of hope you were not watching. I also know you were there in my moments of broken heart, when I was convinced that the world was "SO UNFAIR" (although I'm sure you were on Mom's side). I know you were there when I made the decisions to go through the Temple, and the decision to get married to DH there. I know you were with me in the days and months while I was on bedrest with L. You were there in the hospital when they told me I was in labor, 10 weeks early, and that you sat with me that night while I prayed it would all stop so my baby would not be born too early. I know you kept me upbeat while I was sitting on the couch trying to be still and keep Q healthy before she was born. I know you were there when both of them were born and celebrated with Mom (I'm sure she knew you were there). I know that my kids knew you before they got here and that you probably told them all about me and our family, although sometime I think I'm glad they can't remember. Like when you told me about the time I. . . Yeah, never mind.
Looking at it this way, there is no way anyone would feel sorry for me. I know where you are, and that you're here when I really need you. In some ways, you can keep better tabs on us way better than other Dads (at least that was always Mom's threat, "I can't see what you're doing all the time, but you Father can!"). There are definitely times I wish you were here, but I know that you've probably got more influence for good in every one's life where you are. For that I thank you. If nothing else, the promises of the Temple, that our family will be together forever, is what holds me up on bad days. On good days, I smile when I see the Brooks Brother sign, a joke about handle bar mustaches. . . and the sight of a bow tie will always make me think of you.
Love,
Kari
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Full Body Rasberry for today
So the title pretty much describes my day. It started way too early, was way too crappy and I can't wait to go to bed and make it all go away.
I had a meeting this morning at 8:30 (8:30 am!!!!!). Not that I have a problem with meetings in general, it's just that when both kids are coming off being sick and it's picture day so I have to make sure they look good (not to mention trying not to look over worked and under slept), it's just a little too early for me. DH did warn me that he thought it was a bad idea for me to drag the kids to the meeting, but I wasn't about to ask someone to come over and watch my cranky kids. So we all went to the meeting and it was a totally miserable experience, I truly feel bad for NOT staying home. I'd say that for about 75% of the time we were there either one kid or both were crying, fussing or trying to pick a fight of some kind. For L, even the threat of losing all the fun things in his day (treats, fruit snacks, movie in the afternoon, etc.) didn't keep him out of trouble. Then again I should have seen the writing on the wall when L slept till after 7 and Q woke up fussing about needing apple juice. On the upside though, neither kid had a fever today!!!
Last weekend was on the whole pretty good, for a weekend when just about all the plans had to be either abandoned or changed. We picked up my mom, otherwise known as Baba K, from the train station on Thursday night and had grand plans of going to the zoo or one the museums on Friday. That was until L threw up all over this clothes, and then all over my car, that afternoon. The worst of it was that when he threw up in the car, I was stopped at a stop sign trying to comfort him when the guy behind me starts honking his horn! I think it took every ounce of self control I posses not to give the guy the one finger salute and inform him of just why I was stopped at the stop sign. The comforting though I did have was of someone else throwing up all over the nice leather of his Beamer. . .One can only hope. The whole reason for Baba K's visit was to see L in the Primary Program on Sunday and it looked like that whole plan was shot, until Sunday morning. Being the strange person that my mom is, she got up at about 5:30am go for a walk, when she got home at about 6:30am, Liam was standing in his doorway wanting to play with her. And play they did! When I got up, at a more sane time, she informed me that she thought Liam was back to normal. After talking with him for about 5 min I realized that she was totally right and our plan for the Primary Program was back on! He did a great job in the Program, to spite missing the last practice. He sang along with most of the song, even doing some of the sign language, and he said his part (with some help) and I think everyone could understand it.
As Baba V told me on the phone tonight, "I hope that things are better tomorrow". Judging by the fact that I don't have any meetings tomorrow and don't have to be anywhere in the morning, we can already count things on the positive side.
I had a meeting this morning at 8:30 (8:30 am!!!!!). Not that I have a problem with meetings in general, it's just that when both kids are coming off being sick and it's picture day so I have to make sure they look good (not to mention trying not to look over worked and under slept), it's just a little too early for me. DH did warn me that he thought it was a bad idea for me to drag the kids to the meeting, but I wasn't about to ask someone to come over and watch my cranky kids. So we all went to the meeting and it was a totally miserable experience, I truly feel bad for NOT staying home. I'd say that for about 75% of the time we were there either one kid or both were crying, fussing or trying to pick a fight of some kind. For L, even the threat of losing all the fun things in his day (treats, fruit snacks, movie in the afternoon, etc.) didn't keep him out of trouble. Then again I should have seen the writing on the wall when L slept till after 7 and Q woke up fussing about needing apple juice. On the upside though, neither kid had a fever today!!!
Last weekend was on the whole pretty good, for a weekend when just about all the plans had to be either abandoned or changed. We picked up my mom, otherwise known as Baba K, from the train station on Thursday night and had grand plans of going to the zoo or one the museums on Friday. That was until L threw up all over this clothes, and then all over my car, that afternoon. The worst of it was that when he threw up in the car, I was stopped at a stop sign trying to comfort him when the guy behind me starts honking his horn! I think it took every ounce of self control I posses not to give the guy the one finger salute and inform him of just why I was stopped at the stop sign. The comforting though I did have was of someone else throwing up all over the nice leather of his Beamer. . .One can only hope. The whole reason for Baba K's visit was to see L in the Primary Program on Sunday and it looked like that whole plan was shot, until Sunday morning. Being the strange person that my mom is, she got up at about 5:30am go for a walk, when she got home at about 6:30am, Liam was standing in his doorway wanting to play with her. And play they did! When I got up, at a more sane time, she informed me that she thought Liam was back to normal. After talking with him for about 5 min I realized that she was totally right and our plan for the Primary Program was back on! He did a great job in the Program, to spite missing the last practice. He sang along with most of the song, even doing some of the sign language, and he said his part (with some help) and I think everyone could understand it.
As Baba V told me on the phone tonight, "I hope that things are better tomorrow". Judging by the fact that I don't have any meetings tomorrow and don't have to be anywhere in the morning, we can already count things on the positive side.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Never a dull moment!
So it looks like DH has found a new project, and it looks like it will be delivered on Saturday.
If you know DH, one of the things you probably know about him is his love of almost all things mechanical; and the fact that he'll get into something, put a bunch of time into it and sometimes get bored and then move on to something else. Since I've known him he's had a total of 6 different cars (not counting the ones that were "mine" after we got married), 2 motor cycles (counting both because the Ninja was his before it was mine) and a snowmobile that was pieced together from many others. The snowmobile was kind of a novelty item that had great uses, he could ride it back and forth to campus during the winters at the end of grad school. They had snowmobile parking on campus. It's just what happens when you go to school in the middle of nowhere and it snows, a lot. But to DH's credit, with each project his mechanical skills have gotten better, he's learned from each thing and from friends (thank you Brian) how to fix more and more challenging issues. To the extent that he took apart the engine of one of his cars and rebuilt it over Conference weekend last spring, there was an all nighter involved, but the car runs great. Anyway, he's decided that he wants to get back into motorcycles, and being the person that he is, he does not want a run of the mill used bike. He's decided that he wants to build himself a custom bike from a 70's bike and turn it into a CafeRacer. And because he has a budget, he had to hunt for just the right one. . . And found it, 3 hours south of here. So that's what we all did with our evening last night, drove 3 hours down state and found the bike. In a great twist of fate there is a mistake on the title and the guy is willing to deliver the bike, instead of DH having to ride a strange motorcycle home. I hope that everything is easy to iron out, given the things age it's amazing it still has a title in the first place. Sometime you just have to smile and realize that you're doing something for no other reason than loving someone else.
It's not my habit to be overly political but right now I feel the need to just vent. Watching the debates and Obama's new plan to fix the debt crisis and peoples reaction to it has made me want to throw things at my TV. Someone please tell me how it's fair that the middle classes are paying 30% tax while those in the upper tax brackets are only paying about 17%? How is it that we went from having no deficit under Clinton and drowning in debt by the time Bush left office? Granted, some horrible things happen with Bush in office but seriously. I also want to know who has a plan to fix the education system?!!!!! Those of us who care find the most expensive places to live so that we can send our kids to good public schools, and even those with educations and jobs are being priced out. Not to mention that the cost of a college education is totally out of control due to most public schools losing so much of the funding they were getting from the Fed. I remember the first time that happened to me, it was between semester of college, tuition went up by more than 14%. Between fall and winter semesters!!! I knew people who could not come back because they did not have the money or the loans to pay for that semester. Our country now has a higher student loan debt load than credit card load. Am I the only one who sees a HUGE problem with that????!! When you have people going 60k into debt to become a teacher and then hoping to make 45k a year, there is a problem. I know a few people who basically have the equivalent of mortgage payments every month in student loans. How are we supposed to be in a good financial position as a country if we force our doctors and educators to go so far into debt to get their credentials that they'll never be able to own a home. Or at least not till the loans are paid off. And that's best case if they don't have any other loans or credit card debt.
And please, please don't get me started on the GOP. I'm so sick of them right now I just want to puke all over one of John Boehner's suits, then make him wear it.
I guess I'm just soooo sick of all the talking heads that talk and talk and talk and talk and never do anything to solve the real problems. Sorry for the rant, I just had to get that out there.
This weeks workouts:
9/20 1hr 43min, 783 cal
9/21 1hr 25min, 884 cal
If you know DH, one of the things you probably know about him is his love of almost all things mechanical; and the fact that he'll get into something, put a bunch of time into it and sometimes get bored and then move on to something else. Since I've known him he's had a total of 6 different cars (not counting the ones that were "mine" after we got married), 2 motor cycles (counting both because the Ninja was his before it was mine) and a snowmobile that was pieced together from many others. The snowmobile was kind of a novelty item that had great uses, he could ride it back and forth to campus during the winters at the end of grad school. They had snowmobile parking on campus. It's just what happens when you go to school in the middle of nowhere and it snows, a lot. But to DH's credit, with each project his mechanical skills have gotten better, he's learned from each thing and from friends (thank you Brian) how to fix more and more challenging issues. To the extent that he took apart the engine of one of his cars and rebuilt it over Conference weekend last spring, there was an all nighter involved, but the car runs great. Anyway, he's decided that he wants to get back into motorcycles, and being the person that he is, he does not want a run of the mill used bike. He's decided that he wants to build himself a custom bike from a 70's bike and turn it into a CafeRacer. And because he has a budget, he had to hunt for just the right one. . . And found it, 3 hours south of here. So that's what we all did with our evening last night, drove 3 hours down state and found the bike. In a great twist of fate there is a mistake on the title and the guy is willing to deliver the bike, instead of DH having to ride a strange motorcycle home. I hope that everything is easy to iron out, given the things age it's amazing it still has a title in the first place. Sometime you just have to smile and realize that you're doing something for no other reason than loving someone else.
It's not my habit to be overly political but right now I feel the need to just vent. Watching the debates and Obama's new plan to fix the debt crisis and peoples reaction to it has made me want to throw things at my TV. Someone please tell me how it's fair that the middle classes are paying 30% tax while those in the upper tax brackets are only paying about 17%? How is it that we went from having no deficit under Clinton and drowning in debt by the time Bush left office? Granted, some horrible things happen with Bush in office but seriously. I also want to know who has a plan to fix the education system?!!!!! Those of us who care find the most expensive places to live so that we can send our kids to good public schools, and even those with educations and jobs are being priced out. Not to mention that the cost of a college education is totally out of control due to most public schools losing so much of the funding they were getting from the Fed. I remember the first time that happened to me, it was between semester of college, tuition went up by more than 14%. Between fall and winter semesters!!! I knew people who could not come back because they did not have the money or the loans to pay for that semester. Our country now has a higher student loan debt load than credit card load. Am I the only one who sees a HUGE problem with that????!! When you have people going 60k into debt to become a teacher and then hoping to make 45k a year, there is a problem. I know a few people who basically have the equivalent of mortgage payments every month in student loans. How are we supposed to be in a good financial position as a country if we force our doctors and educators to go so far into debt to get their credentials that they'll never be able to own a home. Or at least not till the loans are paid off. And that's best case if they don't have any other loans or credit card debt.
And please, please don't get me started on the GOP. I'm so sick of them right now I just want to puke all over one of John Boehner's suits, then make him wear it.
I guess I'm just soooo sick of all the talking heads that talk and talk and talk and talk and never do anything to solve the real problems. Sorry for the rant, I just had to get that out there.
This weeks workouts:
9/20 1hr 43min, 783 cal
9/21 1hr 25min, 884 cal
Sunday, September 18, 2011
uh, the weekend . . .?
Sometimes I think that there is more to do on the weekend than during the week. Much of this has to do with being so involved in Church and therefore getting everything that others would do on both days done on Saturday. Not that this weekend was all that eventful. . .
Friday was reasonably busy. Gym, errands, lunch, school, nap for Q, clean, didn't cook dinner (yay!), bedtime. We did have some friends over for dessert and a great game of Rummycube. The friends who came over are expecting their first child at the beginning of the year. In a few ways they actually had the typical Mormon courtship experience. . . date a couple months, get engaged and get married a couple months later. For some reason it always makes me laugh to hear those stories. Maybe because it's so different from the way things happened with DH and I, but it seems sooooo crazy to marry someone that you've known less than a year and promise to be with them forever. Even growing up with this idea, it still seems a little nuts. . .But, everyone has their own plan. It was really fun to hang out and chat for most of the night. She and I have something in common, we both love shinny things! So when the guys were off talking about guy things, we were having a good time talking about all things shinny and expensive. I think a good time was had by all.
Saturday and Sunday always seem to blend together for me. More errands, playing with Q and L, trying to get them and us ready for Church on Sunday. The big highlight of the weekend would have to be sleeping in till 9 (9am!!!!) on Saturday morning. If you're a Mom you understand just how exciting this is. I did have to have a talk with L this morning about making tooooo much noise when he wants to get up and waking up Q in the process. After hearing "Mooommmyyy" about 150 times, at varying volumes, I decided it was time to go in there and have a talk about being quiet in the morning until he hears someone else awake. Hopefully he remembers this talk and I don't wake up to unnecessary noise anymore. I'm not holding my breath though.
Church was nice, I really love being in Young Womens and being part of the conversations that happen there. Although you would have to pay me many, many millions of dollars to go back and do it over again. I think being around the girls makes me feel like I'm not so far removed from being young (although the face in the mirror is starting to tell a different story ;).
As for the workouts, here we go.
Thursday: about 1hr 25min, 611cal
Friday: 1hr 6min, 718cal
Saturday, I went on a really good walk, but I didn't wear my monitor, walked pushing the stroller for about an hour and a half.
Friday was reasonably busy. Gym, errands, lunch, school, nap for Q, clean, didn't cook dinner (yay!), bedtime. We did have some friends over for dessert and a great game of Rummycube. The friends who came over are expecting their first child at the beginning of the year. In a few ways they actually had the typical Mormon courtship experience. . . date a couple months, get engaged and get married a couple months later. For some reason it always makes me laugh to hear those stories. Maybe because it's so different from the way things happened with DH and I, but it seems sooooo crazy to marry someone that you've known less than a year and promise to be with them forever. Even growing up with this idea, it still seems a little nuts. . .But, everyone has their own plan. It was really fun to hang out and chat for most of the night. She and I have something in common, we both love shinny things! So when the guys were off talking about guy things, we were having a good time talking about all things shinny and expensive. I think a good time was had by all.
Saturday and Sunday always seem to blend together for me. More errands, playing with Q and L, trying to get them and us ready for Church on Sunday. The big highlight of the weekend would have to be sleeping in till 9 (9am!!!!) on Saturday morning. If you're a Mom you understand just how exciting this is. I did have to have a talk with L this morning about making tooooo much noise when he wants to get up and waking up Q in the process. After hearing "Mooommmyyy" about 150 times, at varying volumes, I decided it was time to go in there and have a talk about being quiet in the morning until he hears someone else awake. Hopefully he remembers this talk and I don't wake up to unnecessary noise anymore. I'm not holding my breath though.
Church was nice, I really love being in Young Womens and being part of the conversations that happen there. Although you would have to pay me many, many millions of dollars to go back and do it over again. I think being around the girls makes me feel like I'm not so far removed from being young (although the face in the mirror is starting to tell a different story ;).
As for the workouts, here we go.
Thursday: about 1hr 25min, 611cal
Friday: 1hr 6min, 718cal
Saturday, I went on a really good walk, but I didn't wear my monitor, walked pushing the stroller for about an hour and a half.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Normal days. . .
I would have to say that that last couple days have been just, normal. I spent most of Monday cleaning the house and trying to find my kitchen again after the weekend. Grocery shopping with 2 small children is always an adventure. Aunt Kimmy was laughing on the phone at Liam's excitement upon hearing that yes, in fact the fruit snacks were on sale and that yes he could put them in the cart, all 10 boxes.
I did have a moment of feeling like a really bad Mom this morning. The kids and I went to the gym as normal, but when I went to pick them up again I noticed that Quinn was walking really funny and favoring on of her legs. I picker her up and looked at her leg to make sure there was nothing obvious, my first clue should have been that the ladies at the child center told me she'd sat with a book for most of the time I was gone. So the next thing I did was take off her shoes and check her feet, nothing. Then I looked in her shoes. . .Turns out there was a sock squished into the toe of each shoe! So her poor little feet were smashed into her shoes and who knew how long she'd been dealing with it and it finally pinched her toe bad enough this morning that it caused problems. Needless to say, I felt like the worlds worst Mom! To make it up to her she got to go cookie delivering this afternoon, without Liam, so we got some time to just hang out while I was driving. That and the 35 minutes we spent on the couch reading the same books we always read. . . Ah, well.
Well, now that I think about it, this week was not quite normal. DH called me from work on Monday afternoon and said that he needed to go to Boston for a meeting. The meeting was on Tuesday. I assumed it was Tuesday of next week; nope I was wrong. The meeting was yesterday, and he got his ticket Monday afternoon. I'm glad that this does not happen very often. . .
Tuesdays workout: 1 hr 42 min, 900 cal (yes, that is 900)
Wednesdays workout: 1 hr 23 min, 611 cal
I did have a moment of feeling like a really bad Mom this morning. The kids and I went to the gym as normal, but when I went to pick them up again I noticed that Quinn was walking really funny and favoring on of her legs. I picker her up and looked at her leg to make sure there was nothing obvious, my first clue should have been that the ladies at the child center told me she'd sat with a book for most of the time I was gone. So the next thing I did was take off her shoes and check her feet, nothing. Then I looked in her shoes. . .Turns out there was a sock squished into the toe of each shoe! So her poor little feet were smashed into her shoes and who knew how long she'd been dealing with it and it finally pinched her toe bad enough this morning that it caused problems. Needless to say, I felt like the worlds worst Mom! To make it up to her she got to go cookie delivering this afternoon, without Liam, so we got some time to just hang out while I was driving. That and the 35 minutes we spent on the couch reading the same books we always read. . . Ah, well.
Well, now that I think about it, this week was not quite normal. DH called me from work on Monday afternoon and said that he needed to go to Boston for a meeting. The meeting was on Tuesday. I assumed it was Tuesday of next week; nope I was wrong. The meeting was yesterday, and he got his ticket Monday afternoon. I'm glad that this does not happen very often. . .
Tuesdays workout: 1 hr 42 min, 900 cal (yes, that is 900)
Wednesdays workout: 1 hr 23 min, 611 cal
Sunday, September 11, 2011
We will always remember. . . And somebody pooped!
As everyone watches the vigils and remembrance ceremonies that mark today, one can't help but think about what we were doing that day and if we lived up to the promises we made on that horrible day 10 yrs ago.
At our Young Women activity on Wednesday night some of the girls were talking about the activities the schools had planned for the week and what they were talking about in school. Keep in mind that most of the girls are in their mid teens and were either young kids or toddlers when the attacks happened, so none of them have many first hand memories. They were all talking about the facts and the time lines of what happened as well as the special assemblies that the schools had planned. As they were talking, myself and the other leaders just listened for a few minutes before one of them looked at me and one of them said "um you guys, it looks like Kari is really upset, maybe we shouldn't talk about this anymore". And to be honest I was probably looking pretty upset. I think this horrible anniversary is different for people of my generation. Before that day I think we all thought we knew the world, and we felt pretty safe. After what happened, everything changed. The way we lived our life had to change, everyone was now worried about security, within a few weeks we were at war with an enemy that, technically, wasn't a state, it was a group of fundamentalists whose only message was hate, instead of looking at the world with optimism we all wondered when the next attack would happen. Having friends in ROTC and AFROTC made things more complicated; when they joined up, they did so to pay for school; no one ever thought that they would be shipped off to the other side of the world. I'm sometimes really amazed at how perceptive those girls can be.
Explaining this whole thing to Liam is something else all together. The news was on yesterday morning and he asked me why I was sad watching and I just told him that it was because some bad guys hurt a lot of people and that made me sad. His response was "bad guys like the Decepticons?" "Yup, like the Decepticons". That's the best I could come up with!
On the lighter side of things I did spend my Sunday afternoon and evening doing exactly what I wanted to do, take a nap and then go for a walk.
And the best news of all this weekend: Liam pooped in the potty!!!!! (it was by accident, but it still counts!)
P.S. Friday's workout, about an hour and 15 min, 553 cal.
Saturday's workout, an hour and 23 min, 676 cal.
At our Young Women activity on Wednesday night some of the girls were talking about the activities the schools had planned for the week and what they were talking about in school. Keep in mind that most of the girls are in their mid teens and were either young kids or toddlers when the attacks happened, so none of them have many first hand memories. They were all talking about the facts and the time lines of what happened as well as the special assemblies that the schools had planned. As they were talking, myself and the other leaders just listened for a few minutes before one of them looked at me and one of them said "um you guys, it looks like Kari is really upset, maybe we shouldn't talk about this anymore". And to be honest I was probably looking pretty upset. I think this horrible anniversary is different for people of my generation. Before that day I think we all thought we knew the world, and we felt pretty safe. After what happened, everything changed. The way we lived our life had to change, everyone was now worried about security, within a few weeks we were at war with an enemy that, technically, wasn't a state, it was a group of fundamentalists whose only message was hate, instead of looking at the world with optimism we all wondered when the next attack would happen. Having friends in ROTC and AFROTC made things more complicated; when they joined up, they did so to pay for school; no one ever thought that they would be shipped off to the other side of the world. I'm sometimes really amazed at how perceptive those girls can be.
Explaining this whole thing to Liam is something else all together. The news was on yesterday morning and he asked me why I was sad watching and I just told him that it was because some bad guys hurt a lot of people and that made me sad. His response was "bad guys like the Decepticons?" "Yup, like the Decepticons". That's the best I could come up with!
On the lighter side of things I did spend my Sunday afternoon and evening doing exactly what I wanted to do, take a nap and then go for a walk.
And the best news of all this weekend: Liam pooped in the potty!!!!! (it was by accident, but it still counts!)
P.S. Friday's workout, about an hour and 15 min, 553 cal.
Saturday's workout, an hour and 23 min, 676 cal.
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