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Friday, February 18, 2011

mortified mama week seven

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Yay! I'm happy to report that I stayed the same this week. Why is that a good thing? Because I haven't been trying to lose weight. Last weekend was crazy-hectic, between the Pinewood Derby (in which Alex came in 2nd place for his den, by the way), and Scouts on Skis. Then, I got sick. So, I've been nursing myself back to health via lots of ice cold soda and creamy cheesecake. Hey, a girl's gotta do something to soothe herself, right?

Weight Loss Stats:
Starting Weight: 233.5
Current Weight: 229.4
Goal Weight: 150
Pounds lost: 4.1/83.5

I'm a little disappointed that I'm only averaging approximately half a pound a week at this point, but I'll be back on the diet train as soon as this sore throat and nasty cough abate.  As for now, the couch is calling louder than the gym.

Friday, December 3, 2010

how to survive a trip to Colonial Williamsburg

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Recently, my husband came home from work and informed me that he would soon have to go to Williamsburg, VA for a some sort of conference in which Karl Rove would be speaking. He was hoping I wouldn't be upset because he would have to bail on some plans that had been on our calendar for ages. Mad because of flaking out on plans for work? No, not me. Never. Mad because he was going to the very place I had mentioned hundreds of times and not taking the kids and me with him? Not quite angry, but very jealous. So, after sleeping on the idea (and thinking about it a lot), it was determined that we would get to go. The aforementioned plans that I had? Dropped like a hot potato in a crowded kitchen.  Colonial Williamsburg, here we come!

So, um, I was going to have to take the kids on the historic tour without my husband, because he did have to be somewhere that day.  And, Katie had an ear infection.  And, I had to pull Alex out of school to go so I felt like I had to make this trip super-educational.  And, my feet hurt after walking however many miles in 40 degree temperatures.  But, it was so worth it!  

We had a great time.  Really, we did.  It wasn't crowded (at all), we were able to just walk right into all the demonstrations we wanted to see, and most of the buildings were decorated for Christmas.  Alex stood in the jail cell that once held some of Blackbeard's pirates, Katie enjoyed gingerbread and a rousing lap around the courthouse green, and I drank hot chocolate.  LOTS of hot chocolate.  

And, while we were there, we learned a great deal.  Don't believe me?  Keep reading for the inside scoop on surviving a cold day in Colonial Williamsburg (which is in Virginia, for those of you who didn't pass elementary history).

1. Take the stroller and make your child ride in it!  Your back will thank you.  Just remember that you cannot take strollers into any of the buildings, except for the Visitors Center (they trick you at first, you see).  So, make sure you pack lots of treats to lure your child back into the seat after they've been lifted out for the upteenth time.  Also, if you pull a tired, desperate, sad face at some of the Colonists, they might let you take the stroller in anyway.  At the very least, they'll let you park it as close to the door as humanly possible and try to entertain your children while you listen to the spiel that only you are actually interested in.

2. Go in lots of stores and buildings.  Even the ones you aren't interested in!  Trust me, they have fires in there.  You'll be warm.  You'll be happy.  Ahhhhh...... 
This was taken outside the Mary Dickinson store, which sells lots of fabric and hats and aprons and girly stuff.  I saw a cute waistpocket with embroidered birds that would have been perfect for my clothespins... but not for $46.  They can live in a walmart bag for now.

3. Get a map and mark the bathrooms as soon as you arrive.  After drinking all that hot chocolate and apple cider, your children will thank you.  Also, do not, DO NOT, request that your child turn around for a picture while his is running off to find the bathroom.  He will not be happy.


4. Promptly show your kids what happens if they misbehave.  But, don't forget that a child can't get out of the stocks without some help.  Definitely don't walk away, expecting your son to follow you.  He won't.  If he's smart, he'll scream for help.  If he's lucky, you'll hear him.


5. Pose your kids beside some garbage and take a picture.  Don't worry, you won't look like a fool.  See those barrels?  They're trash cans.  See the shopkeeper in the background?  I annoyed him later in the day by ordering some cold hot cider.  I didn't KNOW it would be hot!  I'm surprised he didn't plant a "kick me" sign on my back after that one.

6. Learn some stuff from very knowledgeable tour guides.  This gentleman went on tangent after crazy tangent about Revolutionary history, which was incredibly fascinating.  (yes, really!).  The bonus: We were inside where it was warm.

7. Then, go meet some of the other awesome interpreters.  If you go in the down season, you'll have a chance to actually talk with them.  This guy was a really cool silversmith who spoke in modern-day slang while wearing a period costume.  The whole experience felt awfully Back To The Future-y for some reason.  Equally awesome was his pimp who stood on the street, ushering unsuspecting tourists into this incredibly entertaining demonstration.  Very, very cool and unexpected.

8.  Follow the signs.  Upon leaving the Magazine (where the Colonists housed their guns and other weapons), we saw a sign pointing around the corner to another place.  I can't remember the name of the demonstration or this gentleman, but I'm glad I followed Alex around the corner of the building.  This guy would have been part of the military, working to make bags and hats and things for the soldiers. Upon entering his shop, he immediately put Alex to work, soaking leather for shaping.  While most of the shopkeepers and demonstrators attempted to show how boys Alex's age would be in some sort of apprenticeship position by now (one store owner even offering to keep Alex in the cellar with his cats), this guy actually gave my boy a hands on experience.   Upon questioning about his costume, he also explained that the color of his lapel and cuffs, as well as the type of buttons on his coat, denoted his rank in the military.  Very, very interesting stuff.  

photo by ComputerGuy, via a Creative Commons license
9. Then, get lost in a maze.  Explore the gardens behind the Governor's Palace (you don't need the super ticket to go to the gardens).  If you look hard enough, you'll find this hedge maze.  If you get out of the maze and go around it's perimeter, you'll find the "Mount" from which this picture was taken.  Obviously, we didn't make our way all the way through so I had to rely on someone else's skills to share.
10.  See what you can and smile.  Know that, unless you have more than one day to spend here, you won't be able to see it all.  Enjoy the nuggets.  Take lots of pictures.  Live in the moment.  Cry "Huzzah!" and "Encore!" Especially if there's a particularly satisfying scene.


 The Magazine houses more than just guns.

 



Thursday, December 2, 2010

little stinker

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I'm away today. I won't tell you where, just in case I don't make it there (I'm writing this before we leave, before I've packed, and after I've found out that Katie has an ear infection. So, this is all in faith, you see). It isn't anywhere exceptional, only a place that I've been wanting to visit with my children for awhile now. Kate won't get much out of it, other than a day away, but Alex will. Yes, I'm taking him out of school to go.  And, no, I'm not flying.  Props to anyone who guesses.  And, if you're a dear dear friend and I've already revealed our excursion to you, please don't spoil it by flaunting our whereabouts.  Ahem.... KristyElisa.

Yes, I know.  I'm a stinker.


Katie has a thing for hats now.  Since she doesn't have many of her own, she raids Alex's room for headgear.  For Christmas, I'm going to make her a kitty-cat hat to match a new coat we'll likely buy her because she's had a growth spurt and the ones I thought fit..... don't.   Maybe I should get on that.  It's going to be cold tomorrow.  I like these:

Wool-Blend Prep Coat
oldnavy.com

The most practical of the bunch
3 in 1 Hooded Jacket
oldnavy.com

I ADORE this collar
Ruffled Wool-Blend Coat
oldnavy.com
Nope, sorry.  Old Navy didn't pay me for this post, though I wish they would send me one of these coats to sample.  Hint Hint, I know I'm important enough for you to read, you Old Navy PR people and marketers and whatnot.  Msg me for my addy, k?  k.  Think if I link to Old Navy a few more times, they'll get the point?  Old Navy Old Navy Old Navy Old Navy.  No?  Oh well.  It was worth a shot.

Be back tomorrow!

Monday, September 6, 2010

monday briefs

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We spent the last weekend of summer at my in-laws' house near the VA-NC border.  While I was so happy to be away from home, I was miserable with a cold.  I suppose I have little Alex to thank for that.  I couldn't breathe (still can't), couldn't sleep (only now, thanks to some sudafed), and couldn't get comfortable.  It really is a sad thing to feel ill over a holiday weekend.

On Sunday, the whole family went to the local (ish) mall to do some shopping.  You see, my husband is starting a new job in a few weeks and was actually going to treat himself to some new clothes.  He's typically the unselfish sort who never buys anything for himself, so I was happy that he was getting out and purchasing some new duds.

While we were there, we browsed for little girl clothes.  Interestingly enough, Nana kept pointing out how cute the itty bitty baby clothes were, too.  I think she was dropping hints that we should get hoppin' and have number three.  It seems like she did the same sort of thing before we found out we were expecting Baby Kate.  Uh-oh!  Could this be a sign?  I think not.

In other news, this was the weekend of the Hillsville Flea Market, but we haven't made it up there yet.  I just don't feel like doing anything, you see.  While I would love to go get a piece of frozen, chocolate-dipped cheesecake, I can't taste it, so what's the point?  I wonder how well they freeze...

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Thursday, September 2, 2010

snot balls

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SNIIIIIFFFFFFFF.  SLUURRRRRPPP.  SUUUUCCCCK.  Good grief boy, don't suck.  Blow.  Blow that nose.  Great, gooey, slimy balls of snot shoot from his honker.  yuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkk.  Save me now.

(source)
Alex came down with a late summer cold last week.  A nasty one, at that.  I don't know where he got it or how long it will last, but I am pleading with the snot demons that they vacate my house.  now.  no, actually, I wish they had left ten minutes ago.  better yet, ten days ago.

I don't know what it is that Alex doesn't like about blowing his nose.  Is it the slime that extricates itself from the deepest recesses of his head?  Is it that he likes that feeling of great gooby gunkiness, stuck up near his brain?  Does he want to stay sick forever?  Or, does he just like to hear my disgusted reactions to hearing the bubbles of boogers when he sniffs, snorts, and sneezes?

(source)
Really, there are no words to express that sound that the snot makes when children suck it back up into their noses.  Why must they do this?  Just let it fly!  Grab a tissue or a snot rag and shoot it on out.  Maybe the moms of the world should make up snot-shooting contests.  Come on up!  See how far you can blow!  Knock over the milk cans for a glorious prize!
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