Friday, March 4, 2011

Changing of the (Shin) Guards

I am back, baby. Our house has been fever-free for days now and it feels amazing. See, we were all sick with the flu. Sometimes I leave out important details like that and then my readers are left to fill in the blanks as to what exactly has been going on in our lives. I hate it when I do that. So just to make sure there is no ambiguity, we did, in fact, fall victim to the flu. I hate to even bring it up, but it seems like I should at least mention it.

Soccer starts tomorrow (assuming the rain holds off.) Kris took Asher to buy cleats tonight. We have had shin guards for months now in anticipation of the advent of this glorious day but he needed some shorts and shoes so that he can look legit as he and all the other clueless 3 and 4 year olds run around the field aimlessly. He is on a team with four of his buddies, so it should be a lot of fun! More importantly, I think I'm going to make a fabulous soccer mom. I was made for this role. I will shine.

I went to the gym tonight to lift weights for the the first time in over 3 weeks. Ouch. It looks like this whole "soccer" thing may cut into my Saturday morning Ashtanga yoga so I decided to get a workout in tonight. But my kitchen is still a wreck from dinner and I used all my energy doing squats and step-ups. It'll still be there in the morning. Or it won't be and then I'll be glad I didn't waste time tonight cleaning it.

Simeon James is the proud owner of 4 teeth, 2 of which are his top front and have just broken through. He earned those teeth. We all earned those teeth. So I'm hoping this means he will start wanting more of his bottle than he has been. He currently refuses to drink more than 3-4 ounces at a feeding. This has gone on for a while. He weighs 22 pounds and has enough fat for him and a friend stored in his thighs so I'm not concerned about him wasting away. But still it seems as though a baby his size and age would want more. Thoughts?

The other day, I was changing Simeon's diaper and he was being most uncooperative. I turned him back towards me and firmly told him "no, no, Simeon." Jude was sitting next to me and proceeded to inform his little brother, "That not honor God, cheeky Simmy." Cheeky is Jude's favorite adjective (thank you, Thomas the Train.) So he refers to him as that pretty regularly. I had to laugh because even two year olds have that uncanny ability to deal with the speck in their brother's eye without feeling the need to remove their own log.

So Charlie Sheen? Not only is he an incredibly accurate picture of what the Fool in Proverbs is like, but he is also the source of some of my favorite one-liners now. That darn Adonis DNA--it'll get you everytime.

7 comments:

christina said...

"i'm bi-winning!"

Jenn=) said...

Jamie- I have no advice on Simeon's eating habits BUT Nick has been doing the exact same thing he is a big boy and I have to force a bottle down his throat and it is typically around 3-4oz ...

Roxanne said...

just wanted to pop in and tell you how funny that one was. SO funny.

Robin said...

Elliott (who is one month younger and 3-4 pounds lighter) only eats 3-4 ounces per feeding, too. The only way for me to get more in him is to feed him cereal, so he eats a lot of oatmeal lately. I think he's just over the bottle.

Jamie R. said...

That's what I think simeons deal is too. Bottles are so 4 months ago.

Lis said...

I feel so "4 months ago" because, I have NO idea of what's going on with Charlie Sheen!!! :)

Sounds like you are doing a great job with Simeon's eating...at 22 lbs., I wouldn't worry a bit! Less formula, better off all parties are, no? :)

Patti said...

One of Helena's favorite things to say is, "NO NO SASHA!" even when the poor dog has neither splinter nor plank. And the other two love to admonish her AND one another.

Babies eat when they are hungry. Chant it like a mantra (when you are doing your Ashtanga faux-ga)

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