Monday, January 30, 2012

fashion trends

Another winning style. Those Missoni rain boots and grandma's knit hat are getting a lot of wear out here in the desert. For more fashion trends, see the archives.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

a dilemma


I just spent 25 minutes helping Miles "go potty," which is to say, I kept him company while he sat on the toddler potty, talked about his penis, fine-tuned his potty humor ("Look my butt, Mama. Butt. Butt. Butt.") and requested I sing You Are My Sunshine. He did not, however, actually GO potty.

Lately, on a given day, Miles probably spends 60-90 minutes sitting on the potty, talking about the potty, and never actually going potty. 

(Edited to add: He's requesting to sit on the potty all this time. It's all his idea. Not mine! He wants to go 'cause he sees his sister do it.)

He's still young. Just over 2. But I'm at a total loss.

Potty training Bronwynn was a cinch. She was exactly 2 when Miles was born, and the moment I brought that tiny newborn brother home, she searched for creative ways to get more of my attention.

She realized that saying "I have to go potty!!" meant that Kris or I would hand off Miles and whisk her away to the bathroom, where she'd have our undivided attention for a few minutes. A couple weeks and relative few accidents, and she learned.

I don't want to rush into potty learning with Miles because 1) I know boys often learn later 2) I saw the magic of the toddler leading the process vs. the parent imposing potty training.

Yet, Miles is clearly interested in going. Or at least, he's interested in sitting and entertaining me for hours on end.

Part of me thinks I should be taking advantage of this in some way, but how? Is there any way to help him along in this process? I have stickers at the ready should he ever go (he's highly motivated by stickers).

I love my son, but I'm not sure I want to spend all day in the bathroom with him talking about his penis.

I'm open to advice...and especially to stories in which your son magically went from potty-sitting to potty-learning without your hair going grey. Feel free to comment below.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

breaking news

Mr. Bunny has undergone gender reassignment and should now be referred to simply as "Bunny," according to B.

I am open minded to these things, but confess I can't quite look at him her the same.

Monday, January 23, 2012

why I don't mind sick days

Don't you want to scoop him up and snuggle him?

I don't like it when my kids get sick. Not one bit. However, I do try to find the silver lining...usually it's a forced day of quiet, of rest. I watch them more closely to make sure they're okay, and by doing so I notice a few Miles being more nurturing to his babies.

I'm not sure why the plastic lids were necessary for baby's nap. They just were.

And, unlike when I'm sick (and crabby), the kids seem to be more loving to one another when they're not feeling well.

Bronwynn decided they should use their bonus free time to write letters to Santa. It's never too early, I guess.

Everyone is well now. Just a minor stomach bug that lasted about 12 hours for each kid. It produced a lot of extra laundry, but thankfully didn't spread to Kris or me.

Hope you all had a lovely weekend.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

the finish line

For six years I hardly ever thought about running. I thought about other things, like writing and skiing and Pilates and trying to get pregnant (which turned into its own endurance event, one that lasted nearly two years). Then, eventually, mercifully, beautifully, Bronwynn and Miles came along. Their births were the greatest test of athleticism I'd ever known (with the most fulfilling prize). And THEN, I thought about sleep (or the lack thereof).

My body was weary and I was emotionally drained and I wasn't sure I'd ever love running again. I found other, gentler exercises to love instead, like walking, hiking or biking with the kids in tow. But last year we moved to this place in the desert where I didn't know a soul, and to make sense of the move, to make it feel worthwhile leaving so many friends behind, I set some goals. Among them, getting back into the shape I'd been in before I got pregnant. I wanted to feel the strength and energy I'd felt in my 20s.

And so I ran. A mile here, two miles there. I didn't fall immediately back in love. At first, it felt like I was running through three feet of water. I'd cut my runs short and lift weights because I wanted to feel strong, not weak. But (thanks in part to the lifting) the running gradually became easier. I stopped simply looking forward to the hot shower and chocolate protein shake at the end of my workout. I began to look for ways to add more miles to my runs and more pounds to my lifts.

My body remembered.

When you feel weak and isolated, exercise can make you feel powerful. The rhythm of your feet, the sound of your breath becomes your voice. It's hard to criticize yourself as you swing a kettlebell or tick off a mile. You pass people on the trail or sidewalk and you feel a connection with them. You see familiar faces at the gym and you remember you're not alone in the world. For a brief time you're singularly focused on yourself and the task before you. All other concerns fall away. As a woman, and especially as a mother, that's fuel for the soul.

This past Sunday I was most certainly not alone. I was one of roughly 30,000 people who ran the Phoenix Rock 'n' Roll half marathon. Some dear friends drove from afar and we ran it together. Serendipitously, I saw my next door neighbor at the starting line. Friends among so many strangers, with live music and cheering fans carrying us through each and every mile. 13.1 in all.

A couple weeks ago, I posted my playlist here and it's making its way around Pinterest, which also makes me smile. Strangers listening to the same songs I listened to on course. I'm starting to think about my next run, my next event, my next chance to connect with something I thought I'd lost.

Friday, January 13, 2012


Friday, January 6, 2012

in the absence of resolutions...

...I hereby share with you some wisdom from the 4-year-old:

"I want some water. You know why? I want to LIVE. You know what live means? You get water and food and in case you don't get any drink, then you stop living anymore."

"When you don't get water, you don't live anymore."

"Once you catch the fish, you get a rock and smash its eye, and then you can eat it."

"I just want to say 'I hate cars' and not 'I don't like cars' because I'm angry and it feels better to say 'hate'"

"Sometimes things just go wrong."

"I can't wear these pants anymore, Mom. My butt is cracking out."

"I just need a few minutes alone, please."

"I'd really like it if all of our friends all lived together in one place."

Words to live by in 2012?

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

half marathon music playlist

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Did I mention I'm running a half marathon in less than two weeks? Hmmm...well, that might be because I've been in denial.

Alas, it's true. And I feel mostly prepared. I've been training, though not as rigorously as I did in my 20s when I raced a lot. I'm also not as competitive as I was in my 20s, so it's all good. :)

With the help of some friends, I assembled a playlist that should take me through the whole race (just over 2 hours at my usual pace). My only criteria for selecting songs was that each song had to have a strong, steady beat and make me feel good or energize me in some way (physically, emotionally). I love the power of music.

If you're on iTunes, you can search for "The Daily B's 13.1" playlist and download any or all of the songs. (I don't get any sort of compensation.)

Do you see any of your favorites on this list? Anything you would add or delete?

Monday, January 2, 2012

how to eat salad

There's been a request for more Miles videos. He loves salad, but a kid at B's preschool told him he shouldn't like vegetables. So here ya go...


Sunday, January 1, 2012

I don't want to know

B: Mom, there are some things you don't know.
Me: Like what?
B: Poopy princess pony sunshine thing.
Me: I don't know what that means.
B: I know.
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