The drum

T is going to be a drummer for sure. He has his own little set and he actually has pretty decent rhythm. He runs over to them and sings and bangs on them like his life depends on it. I'm thinking that before high school, I may need to soundproof the basement. I don't dislike it. For the most part, I can tune it out. But on those particularly crazy, harried days, I just wish for a few minutes of peace to regain my sanity.

We are having a Halloween party this year, and we have a ton of guests coming. He's got a lot of little buddies who will be in costume, and I love the fact that we'll all be hanging out. T is going to be Curious George, I'm going to be a flapper, and B is going to be Caesar. I didn't have the money to get much else this year, so I had to go to Walmart. Hey, costumes there aren't really all that bad!

On another note, I've lost 3 pounds on WW. I'm feeling better about myself, though I know that I'm having a tough week.

Today was also a little crazy, and I met my student teacher for the first time. I think she thinks I'm a little crazy. It doesn't help that I was talking about Chaucer with accelerated and we got graphic and silly. I love those kids, but I think she thinks I was over-the-top. We'll see. I'm interested to see what her style is. It wasn't too long ago that I felt I would never be able to be silly and fun in the classroom. Now, I love those moments the most. The kids feel much more comfortable being themselves. We may get off track every now and then, but I sure know who they are, and I know they are learning.

Weekends go too fast

I've spent most of the weekend doing schoolwork, and instead of feeling rested, I'm frustrated about going back. I'm sure it will all be fine, but it's not good when I feel ready to call off already!

T's meltdowns are becoming more and more frequent. I'm losing what little patience I have. I've tried ignoring, reasoning, getting down on his level, flipping out myself...yeah, nothing stops them. Today, it was whether or not I was going to read him a book. I was happy to do so. He just couldn't figure out if he wanted me to. Yeah...it's fun at my house.

T is going to be Curious George for Halloween. He had to try on his costume and wear it all around the house. He loves it, and I'm glad. I'm thinking of having a Halloween party. I bought plates and things in anticipation of having one. We used to have one every year. I love Halloween. It's a close second to Christmas for me...without any expectations. I love that.

I LOVE our Farmer's Market. I'm going to be so bummed when it ends here in a few weeks. I got the most beautiful bouquet of dahlias. I also made homemade spaghetti sauce again. B plays there next Saturday, and he usually gets really good tips. I'm always so proud of him for stepping outside of his comfort zone and playing for people.

I started back to WW yesterday. I wouldn't say I'm doing fantastic, but I went for a run/walk today, and I've been measuring portions because I know that's part of my problem. I'm hopeful but also afraid of failure. I'm going to run/walk again tomorrow after school. It will work out since I collect a huge stack of papers on Tuesday. I know I won't go anywhere that day.

Off to get T to bed. I love his nighttime ritual. I also love the smell of his newly washed hair.

No one tells you the tantrums will be quite like this. Last night, T decided at 8:30 that he HAD to have chocolate milk. I told him no. He proceeded to kick, scream, etc. I put him in time out. He refused to stay put. I put him in his room and literally held the door closed. He continued to scream and throw his sippy across the room. I guess he was offended that there was water in it. By 9, I was in my room and he was in the hallway screaming. I'm not sure what the parenting books would say to do at that point, but I was tired, angry, and trying to keep my cool.

I'm wondering if this is a phase or if he gets too much and that is why he freaked out. Maybe I'm already in need of Nanny 911!

On a good note, school was good today, and I'm working my way through week three at a comfortable pace.

I will be back on the treadmill tomorrow come hell or high water. I don't know how well I will do, but I will try. I did go for a mini walk tonight with the family, but I never get up a fast enough pace to break a sweat.

ah, exercise...and...mommy, I'll do it when I'm more bigger

Well, I must say that I am finally trying to be healthier. I started running, which is hillarious to me. I did pretty well at first, and then I tried to increase what I was doing. Big mistake. I got shin splints, but my right one is what really hurts. I made it 3/4 mile before really hurting myself, so I'm proud of that. I used my treadmill at home today and was dripping sweat when I finished.

I also re-joined Weight Watchers. I'm starting back on Saturday, but I wanted to try to journal what I am eating this week before I get on the scale Saturday. I want to track my activity as well. Right now, I'm shooting for working out Mondays, Wednesdays, and a day on the weekend. If I can make that Fridays, I will. If not, I'm thinking it might be sometime on Sunday.

As for T, he is making me laugh more and more every day. He keeps telling me he'll do things when he gets "more bigger." For instance, "Mommy, I'll be the tinman for Halloween when I get more bigger, ok?" Oh, every time he does it, it cracks me up. Plus, he told me the other day that Eeyore "ran out of juice." I just knew he had to hear that from his grandpa.

It's been a fun, busy weekend, so I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. I'm sure my students are loving me because the speech kids are giving important speeches tomorrow. I make them dress in a bit dressier attire than they usually wear, and already they are groaning. ha! I can't wait to hear what they tell me about themselves tomorrow, though. It should be fun!