Older Kids are Just a Bad Influence

This last Monday some good friends of ours came in from out of town and stayed at our house. It was so good to see them and their kids (we missed you though Kyle!) Anyway, their son is 3 and the boy is 2. There is only about 9 months difference between them so they had a blast playing together. The 3 year old's vocabulary is slightly more advanced than the boy's and this was where the age difference was apparent. He was putting sentences more completely together, you know, with the nouns the verbs and conjunctions? I don't know, I'm not that good at grammar. For instance the boy will say to me. "Mommy, going?" and Myles (the 3 year old) would say, "Mommy, where are you going?" It was fun to see the differences in age and fun to see what was to come as the boy nears 3. 

It was fun until Myles started telling his mom, "I don't want to." I noticed this right away because this is not a sentence the boy has used yet. Don't get me wrong...Myles is an incredible, very well behaved kid! He's just 3 and he wants what he wants and he knows he has an opinion.  It was very funny to me but not so much to my friend. Again, it was funny until later that night when both boys were in the bath and when I told the boy it was time to get out he said to me, "Mommy, don't want to." It was evident to me that older kids are just bad influences. Obviously my kid is a perfect angel and would have never said that had he not heard it from an older one. Say what? That's crazy town...oh man, I crack myself up. I am most positive that the boy would have started it soon enough on his own. So that's his new sentence. Love you Bean!

Lovesandboy, 

Bekah

My Treadmill and I are Now on a First Name Basis

So...I got a treadmill from a friend of mine probably 2 months ago. I was very excited and very eager to lose all of this baby weight that has been clinging to my butt and thighs for way too long. So we got it set up in our bedroom which was not my first choice but I also didn't want it in the Living Room all huge and staring at me all the time. The garage wasn't a good choice either because it gets like a million degrees in the summer and let's be honest, who wants to work out in the garage? So into our bedroom it went. It was an exciting and timid day all at the same time. Was I going to use it? Would this be the motivation that I needed? I asked myself with excitement. 

And so I used it. I loved it and it loved me. I think the first week we had it I used it 4 times. Not bad for a fattie! :) By the 4th time I had gotten a blister on my precious little pinky toe. It might have been the shoes or it might have been the fact that my feet weren't used to all the walking. You know how when you do an activity that you don't normally do and you get sore in places that you didn't even know there was muscle? I am pretty sure this was the same type of problem with my toes. At any rate I had to take a couple of days off. So the next week I was back at it. And I used it 3 times. And then the next week 2 times. And then the next week no times. And I haven't been back on it since. 

Why? I ask myself. Why? I actually enjoy it once I am on there and I feel great after. So why is it so difficult for me to get my lazy butt up and get on that treadmill and walk it out? I think I have come up with a solution.  The treadmill is cold and sterile and doesn't have a name. It has no feelings and could care less if I use it or not. And maybe that's the problem. Maybe we need to be friends first before I get so intimate with it. Seriously, how many friends ask you every time you see them how much you weigh and which friend of yours would you be comfortable enough telling? Yet every time I get on that treadmill it says to me, "how much do you weigh" and I willingly punch in those dreaded numbers. And then the next time I see that treadmill it asks me the same question and I totally tell it...again! It's just plain rude. So I decided that being on a first name basis would be a step in the right direction. 

So Bella is her name and now I can start rebuilding a relationship that is so intimate that I will tell her my weight every time she asks...I know my secret's safe with her. 

Lovesandboy, 

Bekah