Well, Tuesday night I got a sore throat before going to bed. Alif and I joked about which one of us got it first but no matter, we were both sick and that was that. We had a busy few days coming up so we just went to sleep hoping for a miraculous recovery overnight. Well, Alif did more than hope - he took Nyquil, which he swears is a cure-all. I did not feel well when I woke up. He was feeling pretty fine.
Wednesday night we were scheduled to start a class at a local church and there was no way I was going to miss it. I have been looking forward to this class for months and we were going to be there. The church had arranged for my kids to take part in their Awana program, which was really nice of them since my kids are already active in our own church's program. The commander let me know that it was stack-a-t-shirt night, which meant that the kids could wear as many t-shirts as they'd like, layered.
Can I give you some unsolicited advice? If you have two pre-teen boys, do not send them into their room alone to get ready for stack-a-t-shirt night. Malachi wanted no part in this madness so he donated all of his t-shirts to Graham's cause, and when they came out Graham couldn't even lower his arms to his sides, he had so many shirts on. Over 35 of them, in fact. Just as we were leaving he looked a little flushed and said, "I can't get a deep breath." I realized that he had so many shirts on that they were crushing him, even if only slightly, and he literally couldn't breathe properly. I removed about 5 shirts and he seemed a lot better.
Wednesday night we were scheduled to start a class at a local church and there was no way I was going to miss it. I have been looking forward to this class for months and we were going to be there. The church had arranged for my kids to take part in their Awana program, which was really nice of them since my kids are already active in our own church's program. The commander let me know that it was stack-a-t-shirt night, which meant that the kids could wear as many t-shirts as they'd like, layered.
Can I give you some unsolicited advice? If you have two pre-teen boys, do not send them into their room alone to get ready for stack-a-t-shirt night. Malachi wanted no part in this madness so he donated all of his t-shirts to Graham's cause, and when they came out Graham couldn't even lower his arms to his sides, he had so many shirts on. Over 35 of them, in fact. Just as we were leaving he looked a little flushed and said, "I can't get a deep breath." I realized that he had so many shirts on that they were crushing him, even if only slightly, and he literally couldn't breathe properly. I removed about 5 shirts and he seemed a lot better.
It took some doing to get him buckled into the car and I have to admit that I was nervous. He was being way too quiet in the back seat and about halfway there I asked how he was doing and he said it was getting harder to breathe. I pulled over and stripped about 12 more shirts off and he was fine. I was thinking of suggesting this cute idea for our own church's Awana theme nights but that experience was too scary for me. No kids suffocating on my watch, please!
The class was so great. Dave Ramsey is smart, funny (!) and inspiring. The first video was an overview of the program and despite my sitting there feeling absolutely miserable, I was really glad we went. Alif & I are both excited about making some very positive financial changes.
Today was my weigh-in, and I lost THREE POUNDS!! Ya-hoo babuy! I'm now down 19.8 total and I can really feel it. As a matter of fact, I went right after my weigh-in to buy a size smaller jeans, because the ones I'm wearing today are so baggy they literally fall down as I walk. Major yay!
I'm going to wash those jeans and put them on eBay. I loved them for the few times I wore them, but I'm very happy to be moving down to the same jeans in a smaller size!!
And finally, a portrait taken by Canaan the other night. He kept saying, "smile mommy! cheese! picture!" He took like 20 pictures of me, Caris, the floor, his toys . . . kinda fun to see the world through his "eyes". Oh, and he's such an ego-booster - after each picture he'd say, "cute!" LOL
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