Yes, That Was Me Posing As A Runner

So yesterday I decided it was time to put up or shut up.  I’m either going to stay lazy and fat or get active and in shape.  While the lazy sounds nice after a long day at work, I opted for active.  I am back to the Couch 2 5k program.  I did day one yesterday and while I will admit it was really freakin’ hard and my grandma’s motorized wheelchair could have lapped me on the running parts–and the walking parts to be honest, I have to admit that it felt great when I was done and I felt great the rest of the night.  I am terribly out of shape.  I use to workout 6 days a week and with a personal trainer 2 of those days and now I don’t.  I have let the exercise go and it was apparent yesterday. I could have been caught and killed by a three toed sloth.  I am sure it look hilarious to see me out there “running” (I don’t think I should call it that as it’s really disrespectful to all of those who really run)–I’ll call it jogging.  So, I’m jogging and I feel ridiculous because I know it looks like someone running in slow motion.  While I wanted to quit, because I hate when things are hard and come on–I looked idiotic, I kept going and did the whole 30 minutes of walking/pseudo-running.

I’ve tried this running thing before (not wholeheartedly) but threw in the towel because my arthritic knee was complaining.  Well part of that complaining isn’t about the running–it yelling at me for carrying around the extra weight I know I shouldn’t.  I am forgiving myself here for making so many wrong choices and allowing me to accept where I am today and set a trajectory to get where I want to be six months from now when I hit the big 40.

So, I’ll keep pseudo-running and attempting to look athletic and not about to die when I do it and sorry Ice cream and cookies–our love affair is over.

I’ll Admit It Totally Matters To Me

that my kids are smart.  I’ll admit it.  But then again it probably isn’t surprising to anyone that an educator and soon to be PhD wants her children to be intelligent and excel in school.  Obviously that is something that matters to me a great deal.  I’ll admit it again and again.  I think being smart is important.  It is something I value tremendously.  I also believe that all of us have the potential to be smart and brilliant.  Just so often many don’t get the opportunity to explore and fully develop that potential.  How I wish every child had access to early educational experiences that are rich and driven by their own interest.

Anyway, why am I even writing about this you ask?  Well, we had Noah’s parent teacher conference yesterday and I am happy (and feeling a little shallow) to say that my son is doing amazingly well.  He did spectacular on the assessment the school uses to determine many cognitive skills (as an educator, I think the assessment they use is great).  He was able to do everything well and even beyond the expectations for his age.  I hate to brag.  I really do, but as a mother/parent, it validates so much of what we have done and how we are raising our kids.  While Noah’s potential is owed to his amazing birth parents, we, as the ones raising, him have done a great job of bringing that potential to life.  We have fostered it and tended to it as it grows inside him.

He is also an amazing socializer.  He mediates conflicts between his friends and is well-liked (this is kinda important to me to).  I want him to be a good and kind person.  But, I also want him to be smart.  Maybe that is my own feelings of inadequacy that makes this important to me.  I never considered myself smart growing up.  It wasn’t until my 20’s that I started to understand and tap my potential.  I am the first in my family to go and graduate from college.  It was a big deal and it took me a long time to realize that what I achieved was up to me and that it was going to be hard work.  I always thought it was easy for everyone else while I was struggling.  I struggled for a long time and felt inadequate for a long time because of my struggles (or lack of understanding the hard work required) in school.

I know that it isn’t being “smart” that will make school easy for my kids or enjoyable.  But it is important because of what it shows.  It shows me that Noah knows how to use language to articulate what he knows and that he can problem solve–these are two of the most important skills one can have and it makes me proud and happy that he is developing those skills and using them.

I know that  he would do well in any school environment.  He is adaptable and able to make friends relatively easy.  But I believe whole-heartedly that his school and the environment they have created there for the students has allowed him to reach his potential and surpass where he needs to be.  I have spent enough time with teachers and in schools to know that students are often not expected or encouraged to exceed expectations.  If we take the stance that “they only need to know x for next year” and then stop when they know “x” what good are we doing them.  For example, Noah only needs to be able to recognize the numbers and understand the number concept of 15 to be ready for kindergarten–he is up to 30.  In some schools (many) they would stop working on his numbers.  Not where he is–they allow and encourage the students to explore and never hold them back.

They have a part-time math teacher come in to teach geometry to the 3 students in 8th grade who are ready for that concept.  School should be about reaching potential and shattering expectations.  That is what higher ed has done for me.  I’m glad that is what the school we have chosen does.  I am glad there is no limit on what my kid will be able to achieve and if there is a limit–I will know it is self-imposed.  That I can work with.

Just Try To Stop Her

I have talked before about having my hands full with Zoë.  She is amazing, funny, loving, stubborn, opinionated, strong-willed and spirited.  Her spirit is amazingly joyful.  She is going to do great things.  She is a performer and I often joke that she is going to dance her way through college on a stage of some sort–I hope the broadway sort, but not having to pay for college either way would be great.  I joke (a little).  Zoë loves to put on “shows.”  She is always telling us to get ready for her show.  It’s cute–although Noah has much more natural dancing ability that Zoë.  I know he got all the good stuff and Zoë will resent it–awesome hair, natural dancing talent, dimples, and eye-lashes to swoon over.  Ah but Zoë your personality outshines his (wait–can I say that).

Anyway, this morning I was making lunches and coffee when Zoë came into the kitchen in only her underwear (prepping for future stage dancing) and wanted to show me her dance.  It was a modern interpretation of tap-dancing.

I asked “who taught you that?”  the babysitters daughter takes dance and often teaches Zoë.

“No one.”

“Did you make it up yourself?”

“Yes, from my heart.”

Oh just kill me now.  There is no taming this one and why on earth would I want to?

This Wasn’t Suppose To Start Until He Was At Least 9

Yesterday I picked Noah up from school and he wasn’t happy.  Bad sign.  He told me that his best friend S had been mean to him all day.  They were at message center and she said something about how all of their friends were going in her car to a new school and only Noah would be left at their school.

First he said, “I told her all the kids couldn’t fit in her car.”–oh my logical little boy.

Noah is sensitive.  He doesn’t do mean and doesn’t understand mean–at least not intentional mean.  So of course, he doesn’t like her anymore.  Which couldn’t be further from the truth.  These two have been an inseparable pair since Aug 2009.  He is totally heartbroken and beside himself sad.  I knew that one day this would happen.  I just always thought it would be when they were older.  I don’t know all the details and they are young–it could totally blow over, but it doesn’t make it any easier knowing my little guy is “sick” over this.

I got an email this morning from hubs that Noah was staying home because his tummy hurts.  Really?  He isn’t sick.  They got all the way to school, but Noah wouldn’t stay today.  This is not like him–he loves schools and misses it on weekend and breaks.  I called and talked to him and know it’s because he is sad, stressed and anxious.  They play basketball together and I told Noah he had to go to basketball.  He said, “I’m telling her mom that she was mean to me.”

Oh boy.  This is what I get for thinking their little “romance” was cute.  I am not such a fan of the aftermath.  Can’t wait until we hit the “girls are disgusting and have cooties” stage.  Bring it.

And The Sky Didn’t Fall

It’s no secret that I have a love/hate relationship with money.  I love spending it and hate being in debt.  These things don’t work well together–just ask the government of any state around.  There are two choices–make more or spend less or sadly in many cases you have to do both.  I am luck that we can spend less without the added pressure of earning more.

This month is coming to an end and for the first time in I don’t know how long–we have the exact amount of money in left in our account that we should.  I cannot believe it.  REALLY.  We went to a completely cash system this month for all things aside from gas–because really who wants to have to walk into the gas station when you can pay at the pump.  And we actually still have some of the cash left and money in the bank.  I am beside myself and you know what?  It was easy.

We didn’t eat out–we only went to the grocery store one time per week.  I didn’t go to Target (this might be key) except for pull-ups and dog food.  The biggest change though was thinking about not what I could spend but what I needed to buy.  I’m amazed.  Amazed.  I can’t believe it has taken me/us this long to figure out what we are doing in terms of our finances.  It’s a bit insane.

I know this is just our first month and we have a lifetime of months to make it happen this way, but a simple change makes a big difference.

I am happy.