Today is day 3 of Kindergarten, and it was another good day all around. Veronica was complaining last night that she didn't get any stickers on her chart yesterday (a reward system for good deeds), and she was the only one who didn't. I assured her that I doubted that to be true, but we talked about the things that she could do today to get some stickers. She was very happy to report, right off the bus, that she had received 3 stickers today, but quickly followed that with a frown because someone else got a piece of candy already (5 stickers=1 piece of candy). I just laughed to myself thinking, welcome to the rest of your life.
Backing up a little to the beginning of our day, I am happy to report that I was successful with my yoga this morning, and it really did make me feel good to start the day that way. Evan did wake up about 15 minutes into a 35 minute session, but he sat down on the couch and decided to watch me, quickly pointing out when he thought I was making a wrong move--and sometimes showing me. Maybe tomorrow I'll invite him to join me.
We got breakfast, and I sat down to my computer, turning the TV to Good Morning America. Right away, GMA started in with a story about supermodel Gisele Bundchen and her latest statement that she thinks all women should be required to breastfeed their babies. She even thinks we should make it a law. I understand that she probably never had any intention of lobbying for a law mandating pro-boob nutrition for babies everywhere. But seriously, why even say stupid things like that? It's bad enough that women already hate their bodies and get smacked in the face around every corner with pictures of the likes of Gisele, but now she's telling us how to raise our children too? And she further incensed pro-formula moms by referring to formula as giving your baby "chemical food." Moms have a lot of pressure put on them by society to always make the most informed and perfect choices they can, and with today's standards coupled with the bad economy, it is tougher than ever to balance what is right and what is doable. Basically, moms have enough guilt that we carry around on a daily basis as it is. We don't need new mom, Gisele, who apparently has it all figured out already, to tell us what we are doing wrong. In reality though, I promise I really don't care what she says.
After some mundane chores, and the addition of an extra child--childcare for my neighbor--I loaded everyone up to take my second trip of the week to Walmart. I probably would have saved it for tomorrow when I only would have had to bring Evan with me, but when we were there on Monday, I forgot to get my prescription I refilled. Since I had officially run out of pills yesterday morning, today it was. I took the opportunity to check out the dog food since Bailey was just about out. I normally buy dog food at Costco, but Jon and I had made the decision to switch her food to something more natural. After reading some disturbing things online, I decided I wasn't doing her any favors by giving her food with all those additives in them. After all, I wouldn't do something like that to my kids if I knew better, and she is just as important. After thoroughly perusing the dog food section, I made the choice to buy Rachael Ray's expensive creation. I hate the cost, but I feel good about what I'm doing. The thought has already crossed my mind that the food we were feeding our other dogs may have played some part in them getting sick and dying, especially Dolly who died prematurely. But, whatever. I'm not going to beat myself up about something I really know nothing about. So I bring the food home and immediately put some in her bowl thinking she's going to tear into it and devour the whole thing. She walks over and sniffs it, taking some in her mouth and gingerly spitting it back out on the floor. She did this a few more times over the next 20 minutes or so before I concluded my good deed was going unappreciated. Before I got too annoyed, I decided to walk away and do some other things. In the background, I heard her finally start eating, and I was pleased with myself until I came back a while later and found a ton of kibble scattered all over the kitchen floor. Dogs!
So as I'm taking a moment to wind down, I'm trying to think about what to make for dinner tonight and wishing I could just serve breast milk and not have to worry about it. I'll probably throw something on a plate and then send them off to bed. Somewhere in there Jon will get home to join us, but it's always tough to say exactly when that will be. Then it's a little trashy TV for me and off to bed myself so we can get up and do the whole thing over again tomorrow. Certainly not very exciting, but it works for us. I wonder what Gisele thinks about that?
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