Folks, today there was a lot of snow in our neighborhood. And for the third year in a row, we get plowed into our driveway byt the town. I thought this year I was on top of it, by calling in the morning and asking they plow it elsewhere (like into large hill in the middle of our cul-de-sac like they reportedly used to do). When I went out to snowblow (after managing to get a sitter for an hour) I realized that not only would I not be able to get out of my driveway, but my snowblower could barely get through the bump they had left! I was blown away. After calling the town, they told me it should be taken care of by morning...I'll be sure to call if it isn't, I told them.
Emma wouldn't go into the snow today...So Elena played on the back desk by herself. She was freaking adorable; but when she came in she was frustrated to the point of tears because she couldn't get the snow to form into balls for a 'Frosty'. We went through a carrot stick and celery stick, because they were getting lost in the snow drifts. Don't worry; we have a child safety gate on our deck=) I served homemade chicken soup with corn muffins for dinner. The girls were unhappy about the fact that I made the muffins without them; but were consoled by a quick game. I was pleased by this dinner, healthy but filling, something I struggle with.
I often find I struggle with that...If you look at my family, there is alot of disordered eating, with the anorexics/bulemics thrown in to the extended family as well. I struggle with what to tell my children to keep them from eating sugary snacks all day (right now I blame it on the 'sugar bugs' that collect on their teeth). It concerns me that they will have constructs for beauty or 'pitty' as Emma says when she puts a sparkly piece in her hair, or a tutu on, that they feel left out of as they grow and go in and out of akward stages. We all have them!! But really it is usually on my mind, when they see me working out (if I can squeeze it in) and they want to do crunches with me. When my girlfriend and I are fortunate enough to fit in a tennis match (my fave) or run..When they have a day they eat only vegetables and dairy products, and then want and get brownies for breakfast the next morning. My husband and I have always been honest about where meat comes from and which animals supply what. That was one of his best ideas, barnone! We don't mind if they choose to be vegetarians, I myself soemtimes think about it, but we want them to know the right information, so there are no surprises later on.
I am always weighing the pro's and con's surrounding my girls. It is hard sometimes to not get caught up in it and just get on with our day. In graduate school they teach you to reflect on your work, always, what went well, what didn't and how you knew. I do the same thing as a mum. It's okay; but I am also a reader, and a news watcher, and as we all know there are plenty of pieces of conflicting information. It is easier when my husband is not on travel, because that tendency seems to dwindle. Hmmm...Until next time and As always I am AIMing4Peas
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