Last week Paul was out of town for about a week, and Anna and I had a 3 day weekend of just us because of the MLK holiday. We kept busy between her playing with friends, the downtown Aquarium, and a salon visit and a trip to see the movie Tangled. We’d never been to the downtown Aquarium before, and the exhibits were really neat. They even have some white tigers with just a thick piece of glass that separates you from them. It was so cool! The tiger would get right up to your face! Plus it was feeling frisky and so we got to watch it climb a tree branch a few times. Although the aquarium exhibits were really great, of course Anna’s attention was drawn to the rides outside. And of all the rides, her attention was drawn to the highest, craziest ride of all: that tower bouncy thing that takes you up really high and drops and bounces you. We’d rode the kid version of that one before at Legoland (Over and over and over and over because it was one of her favorites). And here we found ourselves at the aquarium measuring her to see if she was yet the required 42” to ride that ride.
She wasn’t tall enough. But the operator put her into the seat and she fit into the huge overhead harness safely, so there we were, rising higher than the I-45 overpass next to us, me holding her hand, watching to see if she yet realized this wasn’t really a kid’s ride. She kicked her feet and smiled over at me. Then we dropped.
Her whole little body tensed up and shivered hard as she got a pretty good feeling of what it was really like to be weightless. Then we bounced and she looked back and yelled the usual, “AAAhhhh!!!! THIS IS SCARY FUN, MOMMY!!!” Between the bounces were the giggles and again the realization that I continue to underestimate her, despite my best efforts not to.
That being said, she still refused to touch the sting rays at the aquarium exhibit J
And because I know how my child likes to “do that one again!!!”, I bought the “all you can ride” bracelets so we rode it FIVE MORE TIMES. And yes, I did get a mix of looks from strangers. Afterall, she was little.
While Paul was out we also did a lot of playing around the house. At one point I was dragging her around on the carpet by my leg, and while I thought her huge wedgie might be the worst result of it, it turns out the rug burn on her right butt cheek that lasted the entire following week was in fact worse. J Rug burn on the butt cheek isn’t exactly fun for a 3.75 year old when bathtime rolls around. She had showers for the week!
What’s been going on at work? Keeping busy but the travel seems to be less hectic so that’s been helpful. I do have 2 quick trips planned in February, but again, QUICK trips. While Paul was out of town last week he was attending a workshop on how to improve private practice physical therapy clinics and BOY OH BOY he learned enough to turn the clinic completely upside down, shake it out, and start over. He’s feeling super excited about it and just in the last week has seen improvements in dealing with insurance companies and cash flow. Everyday I ask him how it went because I know it’ll always be something new and maybe exciting. He’s also in the middle of floor plan development and lease negotiations for a larger clinic, so the clinic will be moving across the street to a larger facility, probably around in June. We’ll ALL look forward to the improved space! Business is great for Valeo, but it’s getting crowded. Time to expand a little.
Oh, here’s a link to the news clip that featured Paul and his clinic here in Houston! PAUL’s A ROCK STAR! It actually played on a Monday night pre-game sports show.
I’ve just started teaching again for the spring semester. It’s the start of my third year and I’m just really realizing that all I need these days to prep for the lecture is a quick review of my notes. This stuff is starting to stick with me for real. I hope the students don’t mind that their first exam is the night of Feb 14. What? Not MY fault! The material just fell that way. I told them to bring chocolates to the exam and if they’d like, they can work by candlelight to create the Valentine mood.
To prep for the MS150 (April), I’ve started taking a Spinning class at NASA that coincidentally started last week. I say coincidentally because now I don’t have to motivate myself to get on my own bike and pedal while bored in my garage for the MS150 training. Instead I get to have my cardiovascualr butt handed to me M,W,F at 5:45am in a class full of others who are also working it, and I enjoy that oh so much more J My current plan is to hop off the bike and step over to the boot camp class also at NASA, also M,W,F and be home in the shower by 7:15am. I need boot camp because I need muscles. I still plan to run with my little run group on Tues and Thurs until I lose my sanity from too much exercise, which I suspect will be after the first 2 weeks of this. One thing I can say about Spinning class is that it pushes my heart rate WELL BEYOND what I do while running. My running is set at a pace and heart rate that is comfortable for me and I’ve never pushed myself harder (why, it’s so uncomfortable!). But in Spinning class, the instructor pushes us, and so I suspect that will help my running too and just cardio conditioning overall. Not to mention the MS150 training! Heck YEAH! This will be a good MS150 year!
In the meantime we’re making plans for Anna’s birthday party. She simply wants a repeat of last year: party at home with the Tumblebus and her friends. The exception this time is the cake: we’ve moved on from Yo Gabba Gabba cake to a princess cake. I asked her if she’d rather a cool space cake instead and she said, “um…well, maybe next time!” We’re scheduling the party for the afternoon of March 5. She turns FOUR on March 8.
Again I say that THREE has been so dang fun. People warned me that THREE was harder than the terrible TWO’s but not in this case. We did hit a “whiny” phase but it was short-lived and it faded when we started whining back to her (she hated that). She got the message. THREE has been so fun, and people tell me it gets even better. FOUR will probably just blow me away. As she’s getting taller, she’s getting more thoughtful. She’s recently started telling us about the dreams (and nightmares) she has at night. She totally emulates our habits so we’re trying to be cognizant of how we behave around her (Mommy, you told that man, “please” and “thank you!”). She’s aware of bad drivers, and knows her right from her left. I asked her which hand she uses to write with and she said “Left” and then “well…actutally I can use both hands!” She’s getting the hang of addition and subtraction through an iPOD app. She’s getting great at drawing her letters and a few weeks ago she came home with a family portrait that really actually represented the family, complete with eyebrows and stuff. Our baby can draw! She gets that from her dad. She feeds KC, fetches KC’s toys from under the couch, reminds me about stuff we need to do, and can totally fold towels. She can dress herself when she’s not being a booger about it. She’s still wakes up with a full wet overnight pull-up so I think dry nights are nowhere in sight yet, but we’re trying to not stress about it. At this age there’s enough going on around them.
I can’t remember how or when we’ve evolved into it, but we’ve gotten to the point where either Paul or I will lay down with Anna for bedtime after her book until she falls asleep. It’s not a requirement (I don’t think!), but it gives some down time to talk and cuddle and review the day and while most parents might see this as a bad habit (she should fall asleep alone), I don’t. Except for the fact that I too end up falling asleep and so I’m useless after 8:30pm when I wake up and feel like I just need to crawl into my own bed. Good news: I’m getting about 8-10 hours of sleep per night. Bad news is that there’s so much else I should be doing before going to bed. Let’s face it, there’s always something that needs to be done.
Today is parent-teacher conference day at Anna’s school. I remember the one from last year and it was really good feedback about Anna. This year, her current teacher is just so less communicative, I can’t believe I’ll get much valuable information from her but I guess we’ll see. Today when I dropped her off she went to the microscope that was at the table. She pulled out the little slides and started sorting through them! She called me over to show me what she could see through the eye lense. She showed me how to adjust the lense height. I watched her: her hair was down and long today, she was wearing a red dress, and she was engaged in that microscope. I was so proud at our little girl, and stayed to play with her for a little while because she just kept wanting to show me all the slides. I didn’t have my camera but her teacher snapped a picture that I hope should show up in the end-of-year books we get.
Life is good!