Sorry for no post yesterday. For the life of me I can’t seem to get it together on Tuesday mornings. It is like I think I have the week under control because I have conquered Monday and then Tuesday comes and BAM, before I know it the clock says 8:32 and I haven’t even begun to take the 10 different bags I have packed out to my car.
Yesterday was exceptionally bad because it started out with Ina yelling, “Momma! I’m peeing on the carpet!” and didn’t get much better when I reached for the polenta in the pantry and somehow spilled the sugar canister across the shelves onto every single canned good I own. Serves me right for owning sugar.
Other, more positive updates:
-I have two great workouts in for the week - a 3 mile walk on Monday and a pre-natal pilates video on Tuesday, which seems to get more difficult as my belly gets larger.
-Ina and I had a great afternoon yesterday. We played puzzles, read 15 library books (not an exaggeration), and cuddled on our deck watching the rain come down.
- Dinner on Monday night is going to be a new staple in our house because it was so, so simple. I baked some sweet potatoes, some chicken in BBQ sauce, and roasted some broccoli (all in the same oven at the same time), mixed them all together, added some feta cheese, and it was amazing.
Ina ate two servings of everything, including her broccoli. That girl is going to grow two feet this summer.
- Ina helped make this meal by “painting” the olive oil on the sweet potatoes and pouring the BBQ sauce on the chicken.
She is becoming more independent by the minute and now often protests, “I do it myself!” when I try to help her with something. At first I was very proud of her taking charge, but there are times when it can be frustrating, like when I am already 10 minutes late and she insists on climbing into her carseat without me touching her. If I get impatient and try to intervene, she gets even more upset and has to start the entire process all over again. This has led to the following things happening:
- I let the dog out and then have to coax him back inside so Ina can open the door for him instead
- Us spending 14 minutes putting a pair of panties on
- Peeing on the floor right next to the toliet because she didn’t want me to help her climb on
- Shoes on the wrong feet
- One potato with way too much olive oil on it
The list goes on and on. Any advice on fostering that independence in a productive way?
Have a great Wednesday!