Monday, February 8, 2016


We started off Friday eve at the doctors office. Sesame seems set on getting as many sicknesses as she can this year and sadly she's being an overachiever. Not only did she have another ear infection, she also had conjunctivitis. I diagnosed her with pink eye before we even left the house. It didn't take a Web MD diploma to see that her eyes absolutely disgusting. Of course we had spent the morning at MOPS so she probably infected all the children there. No one will want to be our friend anymore. We're too generous!
Checking the trash can for more germs.
On Saturday I went to the dentist. Thanks to my jaw issues I've seen the dentist six times since we moved here. We're almost bff's. He asks about my family and I ask about his vacation to Florida. He informed me I have a small cavity. There are two things I didn't have until I got married- white hair and cavities. Now I have both. Make of that what you will. He told me I need to "floss more and snack less". I didn't ask for any clarification on what he meant by snacking because snacks are one of my love languages and I refuse to give them up. I've started flossing more in hopes that he won't notice my snacking will never end.
Working hard on that ponytail!
This morning AB and I went to the Y. The main parking lot was full so we had to park in the overflow lot down the hill. The powers that be at the Y put up a "motivational" sign in the parking lot that says ''every step matters!" as a way to soften the blow of walking uphill with a toddler in the snow when it's 15*. It's a workout just getting to the door. I dropped Annabelle off at child care which was traumatic for everyone. I was going to use the treadmill but decided to walk the track instead. Why walk in place when you can walk in a oval? I turned on my podcast and off I went. I had to burn calories so I could earn a klondike bar. I thought I had been walking for AT LEAST twelve minutes but nope. It was all of four minutes, twelve seconds. Time drags when you're not eating snacks.

We went swimming after I walked. Annabelle pointed at the elderly people swimming laps and repeatedly asked, "What's that? What's that?" like they were attractions at the zoo. Back in the locker room she sang Baa, Baa Black Sheep very loud. She got stuck on the chair. She climbed under the door. With all the activity I didn't notice I had put my workout capris on backwards until we were in the lobby.

Happy Monday.


Michelle said...

I am so impressed you took her to the Y! That was my hangout in high school. I might join again at some point just for the babysitting.

Jen said...

Haha I have put my yoga pants on backwards many many times. You are definitely not alone in that.

Kate @ Daffodils said...

I used to walk the track at the Y when we lived in NC, while watching the people working really hard on the basketball court and ignoring all the 'stations' with weights in the corner of the track. It wasn't the most productive workout ever..

Laura Darling said...

Hahaha that cracks me up that AB said, "What's that?" I'm sure all the old people totally loved it though.

Also, the day my dentist tells me to snack less is the day I switch dentists! I can't believe he said that!!