Saturday, December 13, 2008

Catching up. Working out is working out. And I'm tired.

I don't actually know what the seven habits of highly effective people are and I've never really cared, frankly.

But, I have noticed that habits -- good ones -- have become a part of our life in the past five months.

I work out -- HARD -- six or seven days a week. This means that I walk one hour (total) to and from the gym. This means that my children get fresh air: the baby gets five days a week and the older one gets two days one week, three the next. The older one walks at least three hours a week. They need snacks at the gym's childcare and I'm pretty strict about what they can and cannot eat.

My trainer and I meet Tuesdays and he pushes hard for an hour. I'm not able to do his workouts on the day before or on the day after the training session. I can't usually go to the gym Thursday because of an appointment for Molly (at least for two more weeks), so, when you do the math, I have to be there six times a week in order to get in two resistance-circuit workouts: two of those workouts and four regular, high-intensity cardio sessions on special machines that I actually really enjoy.

Devyn says, "Ah, mom, you always go to the gym!" This can't be a bad thing because she tells people her mom goes to the gym in order to be healthy because exercise is good for you. She says when she gets older, she wants to do the same. I've told her that her weekly ballet lessons are good exercise as well as great fun.

Also, I've met people whereas before I was rather more isolated, knowing only a handful of people spread throughout the province/globe.

Plus, very importantly, I get "me" time. I get at least one hour a day during which I'm doing something for myself, by myself. This has mileage because I'm such a solitary person.

Tired but rewarded . . .

Devyn

She had her first report card this month: she did very well academically and socially. What else is there at five? Her interest in crafts has really taken off. Her ballet and music teachers are happy. Her music teacher thinks Devyn is a natural musician. She plays piano but speaks often of wanting to play the violin. Do we allow two instruments? Ugh. I don't know. Would we be overscheduling? In our opinion, she needs to stick with the piano.

She does tend to talk in the ballet and music classes, a habit we need to break. She talks back to me and Keith a lot but we're working on that.

She loves science and natural processes. She loves adding and subtracting and explaining things to people. Keith bought her a high-powered, professional microscope for Christmas.

She likes to perform experiments and she is constantly moving around. I don't know how she does it.

She is a negotiator. She loves to argue. She loves opera and tea. She discovered opera with her grandmother back in November.

Molly

I'm by myself with the girls one to two weeks out of the month as Keith travels for work to London and Manchester UK, as well as to Greenville, South Carolina. This would be easier if Molly and Devyn didn't have so many appointments: Devyn sees an asthma clinic, a pediatrician and an allergist pretty much monthly; Molly sees a host of specialists, including, coming up, a speech pathologist. They want to evaluate her because she speaks like a two-year-old and she's 19 months old.

My pediatrician and his partner told me that Molly not only speaks but listens and acts like a two-year-old instead of a year-and-a-half-old and commended me for teaching her English Sign Language. It reduces the frustration (pinching,biting, kicking, hitting) that she is not yet supposed to experience where communication is concerned. I used to have bruises all along my arms before I started teaching English Sign Language. I have been bruise-free for months now!

Her development kind of makes me nervous because I'm not sure what to do: she wants to toilet train (she knows the process). She lets me know when her diaper needs to be changed and that it WILL need to be changed. Do I try to train her now? She insists on dressing herself. She identifies letter magnets: i, e, d, m, b. She follows commands of three or more sentences. We always joke that we just hope she'll use her powers for good when she's older. Wasn't I supposed to have 6 more months of baby-ish hood? I went from baby to two right away! But she CAN have time-outs now, so that helps.

What's very tiring is that she wants me to read to her ALL the time. I jokingly refer to this as her non-fiction phase because they're books about objects that she wants labelled and explained though stories do appear in the rotation. It's HARD to read the same books all the time.

We've read this book 11x since I started writing this morning:



It was Parenting Magazine's book of the year in 1999. I'm beginning to hate it this morning.

She loves dolls and tea sets and pretending with a dolly stroller which is fun for me and Devyn.

We call her Molly Two-Two because she always wants two of everything.

Anyway . . .

Devyn and I will get some quality mummy-and-me time this weekend: We're going to see The Nutcracker as performed by the National Ballet of Cuba. I bought her a little gown for the occasion and we've been reading a rather diluted version of the story in the past couple of days. I'm looking forward to it. I hope she enjoys it because I would like it to become a Christmas tradition. We shall see . . .

For the record

It has taken me over a week to write this post.

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