Outside my window...It's COLD. Really cold. Single-digits, some days.
I am thankful for...My new treadmill. It happened something like this: We found out we're pregnant. I remembered the last time I was pregnant (which was only last year, I remind you) I did not work out consistently, and as a result could not make it half-way down my cul-de-sac without huffing and puffing as though I'd just climbed Mt. Everest by the end of my pregnancy. And then I realized that if I think it's hard to find time to work out now, with four children and only one baby, how much harder will it be to find time to work out after the babies are born, when there are six children and half of them are babies?
And so I might have freaked out (you know, minimally), and said something like:
Oh my gosh! I'll never work out again! I mean, how am I going to exercise this winter? You're gone when it's light and the kids are all here and it's freaking FREEZING outside so who wants to walk outside anyway and now I'm going to be doomed to be out-of-shape for the rest of my pregnancy. And actually, for the rest of my life because who in their right mind can schedule visits to the gym with SIX kids when THREE of them are babies??? But then I'll have had three babies in two years and so HELLO, I'm going to need some exercise like I never have before, if you know what I mean.....!!!!
And I might have been frantic, just a little.
And my husband, who is not derailed whatsoever by tears nor frantic hysteria, cancelled his gym membership and bought me a treadmill. A nice one. And then he spent an entire Saturday moving it in all its nearly-300-pound glory, by himself, into our daylight basement and setting it up (I know, right? Swoon.). It's right downstairs in front of the TV, where I can hop on it while watching a Latin DVD with Prim, catching up on the latest Downton Abbey action, or finally getting around to that Teaching With Games seminar.
Yep. I'm spoiled.
I am thinking about...Next school year. It sounds like some of you are, too. I'm planning the most bare-bones year we've ever had. Essentials only! Lots of time for the babies who will surely dominate our waking (and not-so-waking) hours. I want to talk about this, actually. I'll be back later this week and maybe we can discuss bare-bones-school-planning? Please?
Back at it. Oof.
In the Schoolroom...
From the kitchen...Andy. Well, I mean, he's not from the kitchen, but he's in the kitchen. My first-trimester-self can't handle food, see, so my husband has been making dinner and cleaning the kitchen every single night. And that's after he worked a long day. And did all of the extra-curricular running around, too.
(Think it has something to do with me growing him TWO babies this time?) :)
I am creating...
babies. :) (C'mon, you knew I'd write that, didn't you?) Oh, and I do have added incentive to create Posy's baby book and all the family albums up to speed before this summer. If I don't do them now, who knows when I'll get a chance!
I am working on...Packing in enough calories- especially protein.
Clicking Around...I'm loving Auntie Leila's newest writing post. I'm a big IEW fan, so I'm not necessarily going to implement all of her ideas, but seriously, that lady gives darn good advice. For example:
If you are taking time away from your child's reading to teach him the mechanics of writing -- other than the ones I outlined here -- before he is in middle school, you are almost certainly wasting your time. For instance, if you are trying to get a third- or fourth-grader to learn the parts of speech, just stop.
I love that. Just stop. :)
I am reading...Twinspiration by Cheryl Lage
Queen's Own Fool by Jane Yolen (Prim loved it and thinks I'll like it too)
I am praying for...New babies. Mine, yes, but others too!
I am hearing...Andy, reading me snippets of the paper while I write this.
Around the house...Pass. This is an unfair question in the first trimester. :P
One of my favorite things...
Andy. See above. :)
A few plans for the rest of the week...Nap, nap, nap, puke.
A picture thought...
Oh gosh, I haven't even picked up my real camera since the new year. I'm pretty sure that's a cardinal sin. Or something. I'm not kidding about my fatigue, friends- it is LAYING ME OUT FLAT this round. I refuse to feel too guilty about the lack of photo-making this month. Come summer, I'll be snapping day and night just to get all that baby deliciousness caught on camera. :)
Meanwhile, here's something from the iPod:
I love it when she sits like this. It just cracks me up.