Thursday, September 07, 2006

Limits

I'm slowly getting back in shape. I can walk to Kate's daycare to pick her up. I can walk home pushing her in the stroller and carrying Sarah on my chest. I can do that up steep hills. I cannot do that up a steep hill and sing Baa Baa Black Sheep. Guess that's what they mean by 'baby steps'.

3 comments:

Keith-o-rama said...

"I could go for a smoothie." Ha! Keep a list. We did.
It's like a muffin in here.
I hate that place that I love.
And in response to a parental complaint that her underwear was left in the front room: Well, it's a crazy mixed up world.
I forgot most of them, which is why you should keep a list. Ellen did, bless her.
As to the food; we got the best advice from our ped. dr. He said put all the food groups in front of her and she'll take what she needs. And don't worry about it. Sometimes she'll go on a carbo bender, but if she needs greens, she'll eat greens. Worrying over it is picked up by the kid and translates to food weirdness later on. Let her learn to make choices and be in control. Just make sure it's all in front of her. Also, don't get a full serving for yourself, because you'll likely be finishing off a lot of her food.

Keith-o-rama said...

Shit. I meant to post this elsewhere. I'll do that now. Why am I such a nit - wit.

Keith-o-rama said...

I'm glad you're working on getting in shape. I'm living vicariously through you.