Not Friday, but I figure I owe you one

One week lost to the great beyond

So Eleri was sick last week. She had a fever that just would not go away.

She hasn't slept on the boppy since she was bitty, but that's about as far away from me as she would consent to being. Her fever hovered around 101 and I had to give her Tylenol every 4 hours. She just felt rotten, and thus I didn't get anything else done. Not even posting here.

In all of that, Rowan had his first day of second grade!

He's holding up his fingers to say: Second grade, day one.
This picture is acutally at the end of the day, since Eleri kept me up for a good chunk of the night before, Rowan and John decided to leave me sleeping and get to school without waking me.
Second grade is going well so far. I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the year 'round school. He's going back to school, but it's not fall. Cool weather is not just around the corner. We still have hot, hot August to get through.

Eleri finally started feeling better again yesterday. It was a relief to see our smiling baby. It had been so long, we'd almost forgotten what it was like to not have her yelling at us. That's what her cry was like. It wasn't really a cry, it was more of a "ruuuuuuuuuuhhhh!" *shudder* Ya. Last week was rough.
But last night I was able to put the finishing touches on a baby gift.

That's the Miss Dashwood hat, done in caron simply soft and with the picture taken under really bad lighting conditions. But it's cute, and I'm going to make one for Eleri, too. I'd be tempted to keep this one if it would have fit her, but it's for a new baby and her head is too big.
I also have another baby gift to mail.

This is the Sugarbubbie Halter dress, done in a yarn called Marble that I got at Great Yarns.
I also finished Eleri's snowblossom soaker, but have yet to get pictures. I need to weave in the ends. Why do I hate that part? It only takes a minute.

oh yeah

I had big plans when I wrote that last blog post. I was all set to strap on my shoes and get going. I forgot that part of motherhood which states that the children are going to foil you every chance they get and it's going to take you a good week to get started.
They tag team you.

Today is the first day of second grade, so I planned on walking Rowan to school. We have to walk him into his classroom. That's just the way he operates. No sending him in to go there on his own - when it's something new Rowan needs us to go through it with him at least once. I'm okay with that. I was always nervous on my first day of school, too.

I did not count on having to begin my day at 3:30 though. And I did not sleep well enough for this to happen. But a certain member of this family decided to poo in the middle of the night, and now won't go back to sleep. It's times like this when I wonder how I'm still sane.

It is time

I keep track of my weight in 5lb brackets. It's never the same two days in a row, but fluctuates between the 5 and 0, and I'm not telling you which 5 and which 0.
Really, the number isn't as important so much as how I feel. Well, the number has been a little important up to now. I've been waiting for it to get low enough so I won't destroy my knees if I start running. Bad knees run in my family, and mine make interesting noises and do creeky things.

Mom hates me running, but nothing helps me get in shape better. And I would rather run for half an hour and eat what I want than walk for forever and have to count calories. Counting calories does not work for me.

So, since I had a baby at the end of October and our town has a 5K at the end of October, I thought that would be a good fitness goal for me. I think that a year after having a baby, I should be able to at least complete a 5K. Not win. I'm not stupid. But I should be able to do it without major issues.

Enter the Couch to 5K program. I've done it before. It's what had me running before I had Eleri, and what had me wearing jeans that I bought while I was a college student. I still have the jeans! I want to wear them again. Not only that, I want to feel better and be fit. I saw my friend Julianne at BJs Wholesale last weekend. She'd just finished her first triathelon. Not only did she look strong and happy, she looked fantastic in her jeans. I want to be there, and I'm finally down enough poundage to start. Woo!

No, I'm not looking to do a triathelon. I can't swim for diddly. I just want to look good in my jeans.

So I've printed out the schedule. I can't promise that I won't be doing some of the weeks more than once as I get this post-baby body back into shape, but I can promise that I will be doing them. I'm even taking a before picture. Maybe some day I'll post it, along with my after picture, or maybe it will just be for me. Time will tell.

Pretty awesome

He was supposed to have been cleaning his room.
I couldn't really yell at him though. I mean, come on! I couldn't discourage this!

I don't get tired of this

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Piggy tails.

Piggy tails who?

My piggy tails fell out while I was sleeping, and now I look like this!

Yes, I know it's not really a knock knock joke, but they're all the rage around here.

Somebody has a case of the Mondays

even though it's Tuesday.
And I have no idea where Monday went. It must have happened at some point, because we went to the dentist and Niall had no cavities, and Eleri pretty much didn't nap, and I'm so sick of the not sleeping crap I could... well... I don't know what I could do. I'm too tired to come up with something.
2 factors here with the not sleeping:
A) separation anxiety - someone thinks that she has to be physically touching me at all times, and when she wakes a little and finds me not there, all hell breaks loose
and II) Someone is learning how to slither, which means a developmental milestone and she has no choice but to sleep in her crib or she'll end up on the floor.

Try explaining that to a baby.