More Patrick

He's a homebody. He loves going to sandee's house, but he loves the days when i tell him that he can stay home all day. After I picked him up on Monday, he ran into our house. He started turning around in a circle saying: My home. I love it here.

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After being home for a while, we got in the car to pick up the girls from school. I handed him a graham cracker after I buckled him in his seat. He said: Mommy, you're the best mommy ever.

Well, I can handle that.

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Tonight I left the house after dinner to go to Bible study. Patrick took off all his clothes except his underwear. As I walked to my car, Patrick was standing in front of the glass door. His white chest and his underwear were all I could see. He called out: Bye mommy, I wuv you.

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I got home from bible study. It was time for Patrick to go to bed. He begged me to let copper sleep in his bed. Let's see how this plays out.

Fat is not a feeling

So, this topic has been smacking me around lately. Especially in my inner thoughts. I think about it constantly. I think about how I feel and how I look way too much lately.

I guess it's because it's January and isn't everyone supposed to start a diet in January.

 I started a diet on January 2nd and ate perfectly for one week. At the end of that week, I happily jumped on the scale and saw that I gained a pound.

 It made me so mad. It depressed me. I thought about that number on the scale all day. I was so upset. This made me more upset. Why does a number bother me that much?

 I have started really trying to examine my thoughts about my weight and being fat. This morning, I ate breakfast and I felt full after I ate.

 It immediately started the negative thoughts. Why did I eat so much? Why don't I have enough will power to stop? But...why? I didn't overeat. I was just full.

Why did this start those negative feelings? And, here's the biggie for me. What am I passing on to my daughter? What if I pass on this evil-ness to her?

 I read this article today.  fat talk

I'm not the only one out there dealing with this. I love the Tri Delts in this article that stop the fat talk for one week. It really raises awareness about this phenomenon in women.

 I feel like this is the beginning of a journey to start liking me.

I am in love...

With three and a half year old Patrick. He is fun and funny and cute. He eats food again (after a two year break) and he says funny things.He's just a lot of fun.

Last night, we were treated to a piano concert.

This morning, we were taking "Kay-one" to school with us. Maggie brought a big glass of tea in the car. I sped up as she was taking a big drink of tea and it sloshed on her. She was upset and Patrick patted her leg and comforted her. Then, in the next breath, said "it look like you pee peed your pants." We all started laughing.

Then,we were talking about how Steven had to rescue memaw this morning. Patrick said, "yea. I helped out too" (he didn't). I asked him if he was a rescue bot (from transformers).

He said, "nah. I am a powder ranger." Again, he got lots of laughs. Our little drive to school left the girls laughing as they grabbed their back packs and headed to school.

We ran some errands and we're back home again. We played some preschool games online on my laptop.He tried to swipe the laptop screen instead of using the mouse.

As I was doing dishes, he ran in with his Spider-Man mask. I asked him what letter his name stated with.

He said, "I start with dot com."

Monster truck

Patrick loves it when I turn on the windshield wipers on my back window. I turned them on and he was so excited. Today, we were waiting for Sandee at our pick up spot. Patrick asked to sit in my lap in the parking lot. He told me that, "when I get big,I drive a monster truck with windshield wipers."

He's got big plans.

Cole cafe

Maggie and Patrick decided to set up a restaurant on Wednesday and serve me a snack. Maggie dressed them up and clipped a hairbow on Patrick's shirt. He was a server, too.

Patrick brought me two cupcakes and a box of frozen waffles.

Maggie made me a snack plate that was delicious.

Snow much fun

Yesterday, we went to sno park, which is near Arnold. Patrick has been dying to have a snowball fight since he saw one on tv. We drove up to the snow yesterday and it was so pretty. The kids were getting so excited as we got closer to the snow.

The Machados brought sleds and the kids had so much fun with it. We built tiny snowmen since the snow was too dry and basically wore ourselves out. We were so tired last night.

I also met a man who had travelled from china who had come to see the snow. He had a dog out in snow who looked just like copper. I talked to him about the dog and he said that his dog was a twainese mountain dog. They are a pure bred dog native to china, but it looked just like copper.

It was a fun day, but it confirmed to me that our family was not built for cold weather. Just keeping up with gloves for one day drove me crazy.