Friday, October 31, 2008

Tiring few days

Man, this parenting gig isn't for the faint of heart.

Monday night I started feeling kind of cruddy - sore throat, runny nose, generally bleh. Tuesday I learned that there's a pretty big difference between the "Sick Day!" of yore (couch, blanket, comfort food, maybe some X-Files on DVD) and the "sick day" as experienced by a parent of an increasingly active almost-seven-month-old. (Which, of course, I knew in principle, but you know, first time for everything and all that.) Fortunately for me, the little sir is also growing increasingly self sufficient these days, so I was able to catch a little rest on the couch while he happily entertained himself in his bouncy swing or with his toys on the floor. Tuesday night (as you may have guessed by my previous post) I stayed home from work so I could try and get some rest.

Wednesday I felt a little better, but I opted to take a second night off because I still wasn't back to 100% and also because I suspected my wildly drippy nose would not be welcome in the vitamin mines. It was in the wee hours of Thursday morning that the real fun began.

The little boy woke up around 5:30 very warm and very sad. I swapped his pjs for a onesie, and he seemed to feel a little better but never really settled back to sleep. Neither, of course, did I. When Tom got up for work I caved and asked him to stay home and help me out, since I was feeling worse again too. He tended to Soren and let me crash out for a good four hours, at which point I shuttled myself over to Urgent Care to make sure that my persistent sore throat wasn't actually strep; I didn't think it was, since I only had a low fever on Tuesday, but now that Soren had spiked a fever as well, I wanted to be certain. [Insert standard "OMG, WTF Kaiser?" post here.]

Long story short, it's not strep, but I am not buying the official diagnosis ("allergic rhinitis"...really? allergies?) either. Ah yes, I must be having a reaction to all the stuff that's blooming...right October. Never mind that I've never had allergies present in this way before, and there is just no way my sore, scratchy throat "just feels that way because of blocked eustachian tubes." But I digress...point is, no strep.

So all day Thursday Soren alternated between happy and sad, warm and less so, with the high point coming in the evening when he was chortling uproariously while Tom ripped pieces of paper in half (just like this kid...and yes, I got video, have patience) and the low point coming at about 1:30 in the morning when we decided his fever and inability to settle were concerning enough to warrant a trip to the emergency room.

Which is where we spent last night. Now, I know every new parent eventually goes through this, or something like it. Baby's first fever, Tylenol's not keeping it under control, 2am trip to the ER. Doesn't make it any less worrisome the first time, no matter how many others have had the same experience before you. Fortunately, just getting outside in the cooler air, and the cool car ride to the hospital, helped a lot. By the time we got there, Sir was pretty calm and smiley. His temp was back down below 100 when the triage nurse checked him out. It climbed again while we waited though and was back to 101 when we were finally put in a room.

(Side note...just because he's wearing a purple tie-dyed shirt, doesn't mean he's a girl! Boys can wear purple too! Yes, I know baby gender is notoriously difficult to determine at a glance, but still.)

His fever came down with some Motrin, and the ER doc said he looked just fine otherwise, so she just wanted to get a urine test to rule out UTI and we'd be free to go. This would require a "quick and easy" catheterization that wouldn't be comfortable but wouldn't last long (and is better than how the vet used to collect urine from Loki for testing). The doc even did an ultrasound of the boy's bladder to make sure there was enough fluid in there.

Soren, apparently, didn't get the memo about the "quick and easy" nature of this procedure. After trying unsuccessfully for several minutes to coax even a few recalcitrant drops through the catheter, the nurse decided there was no need to torture the boy further, that we'd just tape a bag over his bits instead and wait for him to pee on his own.

And wait we did.

For. Three. More. Hours.

He ate. He played. He cried. He ate some more. He smiled at every passerby. He practiced walking across the gurney. He ate some more. He napped.

He did not pee.

The doctor and nurse kept coming by and checking on us periodically. They brought Tom & me some warm blankets and dimmed the lights in our room so we could try to get a little rest. They checked his (dry) little pee bag every half hour or so. Finally the doc palpated his bladder some (no effect) and sent away for some Pedialyte to see if that would help stimulate him. She said he'd probably let loose just when we'd finally given up and decided to go home without getting the sample. I joked that I was going out to warm up the car. Naturally, not two minutes later, the doctor had her sample, and a sizable one at that (this is my surprised face). Just as naturally, the test was negative for UTI. We were free to go.

One amusing end note - because we got to the hospital at 2am on Halloween morning, by 7am when everyone started showing up for day shift, most were showing up in costume. It was (in that regard only) just like the episode of ER we'd just watched earlier that night. Ha.

Sir's doing better today. With some rest and alternating doses of Tylenol & Motrin, he's just about back to his old self. Young self. Whatever. On to the next great parenting adventure...yippee!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


Humorous Pictures

Wearing his size 12m pjs

i didn't think that
he'd be in this size just yet
clearly i was wrong

Monday, October 27, 2008

What a Crock...Pot

We got a crock pot for Christmas a couple of years ago. Thus far we've only had a couple of opportunities to use it, mostly because we had such limited counter space at our old apartment, and also because we didn't trust the cats alone all day with a burny thing that smelled so very tempting. This weekend though, I decided to dig out the crock pot and give it a whirl. It occurred to me that (duh) I'm home during the day now and can perform any cat supervision that may be required.

Friday was bone-in chicken breasts. I tossed the frozen breasts into the pot with two cups of beef broth and a packet of Italian dressing mix when I got home from work in the morning, then set the timer for 10 hours. Pretty frickin' easy. Aside from the fact that the chicken was kind of mealy from being badly frozen - neither the pot's fault nor mine - it came out rather well. Clean up was really simple, and prep time was next to nothing, so I figured that was sufficient positive reinforcement to try again.

Saturday night we had ribs over at Max's, after which we had a rack of uncooked baby backs left over. Sunday I prepped them with a dry rub consisting of brown sugar, minced garlic, salt & pepper. I layered rib chunks and sliced onion in the pot and poured half a can of diet Coke over everything (per the recommendation of this recipe). Eight hours later, the ribs were fall-off-the-bone tender, if not quite as flavorful as their quick roasted counterparts from the night before.

So now, as fall & winter approach, I'm eager to engage in even more crock pottery. Anyone have any to-die-for recipes they'd like to share?

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Memory Lane Campground

I sing to Soren a lot during the day. My voice isn't the greatest, but he doesn't seem to mind. What I sing varies pretty widely; could be Beatles, could be nursery rhyme type stuff, could be Death Cab for Cutie or Aquabats or Liz Phair. I even wrote a song for him a little while ago. Today, though, I found myself on a kick of camp songs. I was amazed how many I remembered, and how quickly they came back to me once I got going.

The Alligator Song, Alice's Camel, The Yodeling Austrian (Ostrich), Kookaburra, Little Bunny Foo-Foo, Old MacDonald Variations, Waddly-atcha...suddenly I was seven years old again. (And I was all, Oh my god! I'm way too young to be a mother!)

In any event, it was fun to reminisce.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Book Review: The World Without Us, by Alan Weisman

It's been a long time since I did a book review post, but I just finished listening to this one on CD on my way to work tonight and thought it was worth writing about.

In The World Without Us, Weisman presents the theoretical scenario that humans vanish from the world en masse. Whether we're raptured away or killed off by some sort of human-specific virus...whatever the scenario, we're just gone, and everything else is left behind. All our structures, all our gadgets, all our pets and possessions. What will happen to buildings and infrastructure if we're not around to maintain them? (Some answers: Houses crumble in less than a century, bridges topple in 200-300 years, and the NYC subway system floods in less than 36 hours.) How long til forests reclaim our cities? (Depends on geographical location, but generally less than 500 years.) Will anything we made truly last? (As it turns out, yes; Mt. Rushmore will still be around almost 10 million years from now.)

It's a fascinating read. Some parts are downright horrifying - the amount of plastic we produce, which may break down into its smallest physical components but won't biodegrade completely, and so much of which ends up in our oceans, is staggering - but on the whole it's a really interesting thought experiment. Turns out the earth is pretty resilient, for all our destructive actions, and in places where humans have voluntarily made themselves scarce (Weisman talks about Chernobyl and Korea's demilitarized zone), nature has rebounded rather nicely. Still, the continued stresses we place on the planet are really not great. Without a break from people, the earth's ability to self-regulate is severely hampered.

The book isn't all doom & gloom. Well, I should say, it's not all about what might or might not be. There's a lot of historical context, talking about humanity's past impacts and what the world was like before we were ever here. Weisman writes about several places I didn't know much (if anything) about - Cappadocia in Turkey, the Aberdares in Kenya, the Belovezhskaya Pushcha in Belarus & Poland - so the geography and history lessons are pretty neat.

Overall, I think it's important for us to educate ourselves about humanity's impact on this planet that is our home. The bigger issue though is figuring out what we can do to help our home right itself in a way that doesn't require our own extinction. I know mine is not the first generation to worry about the kindness of bringing children into the world in its current state, but the effects of climate change make this a whole new ballgame from what went on before. Do we do the environmentally responsible thing and limit ourselves to one child (if we have any at all) or do we take the (admittedly elitist and somewhat morally icky) "try to outbreed Cleetus" approach? (See Idiocracy.) I don't know what the right answer is. (And I'm veering slightly off topic.)

The point is, this book has made me want to find the ways I can be a more responsible inhabitant of our planet. And that's quite a thing for a book to do. So I've got to throw the recommendation out there, and maybe it'll speak to you as well. I don't know if any of you have already read it (aside from AquaMegan, who recommended it to Tom & me), but if you have, I'd love to hear your thoughts. As for me, I give it an A.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Oh, it's so much fun

For several days now, Soren has been making all kinds of silly noises and faces. In addition to his turtle face, he's been doing a really funny scrunchy nose thing I have yet to capture on film (or digital sensor). In the realm of silly sounds, he's started blowing raspberries again - something he did for a couple of weeks several months back, and then abruptly quit until last Tuesday - and making little high pitched sing-songy noises. He's taken to screeching on occasion (less amusing, particularly on my more sleep deprived days), as well as just seeing how loud he can go in a "regular voice" every once in a while. Most entertaining to me though has been his humming, with interjected vowel sounds. It ends up sounding like "mmmmommmmommmmommm" (mom mom mom), which is beyond adorable.

Goofy Grin

goofy smiley guy
he sits up like a champ now
apple of my eye

Monday, October 20, 2008

Damn it

Time to stop reading the news again. It's all I can do to not go flying home right now to hug my guys.

This irrational fear about something horrible happening to your kid(s) never goes away, does it?

Vampire Shift Observation

People who call in to radio shows at 2am are, almost without exception, completely insane.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Take Three?

Well, I managed to keep up with the pushup challenge for two weeks this time, instead of one. Then after several days in a row of major sleep deprivation, I found myself too whooped to do even one good-form pushup. Blah. I was supposed to start Week 3 on Wednesday, but I haven't done any pushups since Monday (and no "good" ones since Sunday). I suck.

I did manage to catch up on some sleep today though, so I'm going to try re-starting Week 2 tomorrow and continuing on from there rather than giving up completely. Seems like the way to go.

I am definitely a different person when I'm getting enough sleep (even for very broad definitions of "enough"). I know this isn't an earth-shattering revelation or anything, but man. This whole vampire shift / new mother experience has really been a test in endurance at times. Tom is remarkably patient to put up with my snarky lows, especially on the occasions when even I have a hard time putting up with me. His schedule's been no picnic either, but he's been good and helpful picking up the slack with chores and stuff. I am very fortunate.

And now another rough week is nearly at an end. Yay for Friday! Have a good weekend, everyone.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Ah, motherhood

Have you ever been just about to fall asleep when suddenly a miniature hand, each tiny digit adorned with a knifelike little fingernail, grabs ahold of your nipple and squeezes for all it's worth?

Honestly, I cannot recommend it.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Enough about fires; on to the updates you really care about

Poor little Soren. He seems to have inherited my sensitive skin. This weekend he broke out in a full-body rash, most plausibly from some cumulative reaction to the (supposedly baby-friendly) laundry detergent, since the area covered by his diaper is mostly unaffected. The constant weather changes over the past few weeks can't be helping either. Even where his skin is not rashy, it is super dry. I've started giving him little olive oil massages every morning, which seems to help for a little while at least. Monday we went to Whole Foods in search of some all-natural hippie detergent; he shrieked gleefully all through the store while we were there (ah yes, I've become that mom, with that kid...huzzah).

His forays into the world of solid food have been going well. Last week was pureed peas from a jar. This week he's working his way through an ice cube tray full of frozen pureed butternut squash that Tom made. He's very interested in trying to grab the spoon and feed himself, though there always comes a point where all he wants is to just go right for the bowl and skip the middle man. I've been doing the "more" sign with him before every spoonful, and "all done" when he seems to have had enough, so hopefully he'll pick up on those eventually.

On the signing front, he's kind of stopped doing the diaper change one for the most part, which is apparently a pretty common thing to happen when babies are busy concentrating on learning how to crawl and walk. However, if he seems fussy and probably wet, and Tom or I do the diaper change sign to him, he gets a huge grin on his face and settles down. Same with the milk sign, when he's fussing and squirming and seems hungry. It's possible of course that it's coincidence - he's just reacting to the interaction and not the actual sign - but I think it's definitely conceivable that he understands what we're trying to communicate.

As for the large motor skills on which he's concentrating so much, he's definitely close to crawling. He gets up on his hands and knees a lot now, and can actually scoot himself backwards a bit. He sometimes can make his way forward just a little, but he hasn't quite figured out how to do it consistently. Soon, though. Very soon.

I got some parenting criticism from a biker today. That was interesting. We were strolling to the bank a little before noon, so the sun was pretty high in the sky. Soren had his sunglasses on, since the new stroller doesn't really have much in the way of a shade, but he kept pulling them down every few blocks. He had just pulled them down as we were getting ready to cross the street, and as we passed this guy on his motorcycle, I heard him saying "Geez...of course she's got the poor kid heading right into the sun..." like I'm some sort of evil parent for not stopping in the middle of the road to fix his sunglasses. I turned my head and gave him a bit of a stink-eye. Tom knows better than anyone how much I obsess about the boy having too much direct sun in his face; it's not as though I have wanton disregard for his comfort. He does have eyelids though. I'm sure once he pulled his sunglasses down (his choice, by the way!) he closed his eyes. And the moment we got to the other side of the street, I turned him away from the sun and fixed his glasses. So there, meddling biker man. Why you gotta be so judgy?

I think that's about all the news that's fit to print. More again soon, of course.

Trogdor's Rampage

Sunday night, when I came in to work, there were a couple of small brushfires burning on the side of the highway. Overnight, the Santa Ana winds picked up, and by the wee hours of Monday morning, one of the brushfires was a full-blown wildfire. Since the place I work was directly downwind from the fire, we started getting more and more smoke blown our way. By about 5:30 in the morning, I took a peek out the side door to see if I could actually spot any of the flames, and I was afraid I would lose a limb trying to fight the wind to keep the door open. By sunrise, the air was choked with heavy smoke, and a mobile home park had been torched. Our building lost electricity, most likely from the wind whipping power lines around so violently. The freeway was closed. My boss told me to take off early, since my commute was likely to be twice as long on surface streets and the other freeways onto which all the traffic had been diverted. Plus, you know, no electricity. So I headed home, through the growing smoke clouds.

Check out the trees. See how windy it was?
(For the record, traffic on my side of the road was stopped when I took this picture.)

Later that morning a second fire broke out across the valley. Traffic was chaos, the smoke was awful, and the company I work for went ahead and shut down operations for the day. So I had Monday night off, and while I'm always grateful for any extra sleep opportunities these days, I do feel bad that the circumstances involved people losing their homes. It's the same thing every year down here between fires and mudslides and whatever else. We've been fortunate to have always been out of the danger zones, personally, but it's still sad to see people lose everything year after year.

Anyway. Fire crews got the blazes mostly under control, so I'm back at work tonight. The pungent smoke smell has dulled to more of a cozy campfire smell, which is at least less unpleasant, if misleading. At least the wind has been blowing everything to the south and west, well away from Pasadena, so there haven't been too many irritants in the air for the little sir to breathe in. (More on him in the next post.)

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

It won't be long now

so close to crawling
before long he'll be mobile
oh heaven help us

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Back off, McCain (and some other stuff)

Dude, you can't have it both ways, you know. You really like to tell everyone what a maverick you are, standing up to your own party and "reaching across the aisle." But you also like to hate on the Democrats, especially now that you're trying to get more support from the right-wing voters. And then! You have the audacity to address audiences everywhere as "my friends," like you're the king of Facebook or something with eleventy-million buddies. (Some king of Facebook you are, by the way, admitting that you barely grasp the concept of email.) I was pretty sure that mavericks are not generally known for having so many friends. I am certainly not your friend, John McCain. You don't know me like that. Maybe, maaaaybe you can get away with that sort of crap at your campaign events, where presumably most of the people to whom you're speaking at least want to like you. But let's ease up on the assumptions of familiarity at, say, a debate or a general press conference, shall we? Especially if you're going to try in the next breath to convince all of these "friends" of yours what a rebel you are. Honestly.

As I'm sure you've noticed, I generally tend to steer clear of the political commentary. There are plenty of other bloggers who do it much better than I would, and I'm not out to alienate anyone. But this "my friends" thing has wedged itself in my craw. It's almost as bad as nukeyuler...

Anyway. Moving on to the aforementioned "other stuff."

Guilt has thus far proven successful in getting me to stick with my pushups plan this time around. I started Week 2 yesterday, despite being well and truly tuckered out and not feeling all that great. Go me.

Earlier this year (because I've been living under a rock or something, apparently) I heard about this 365 Days thing people were doing. The idea is you take a self portrait every day for a year, in different settings and situations. Seems like it might be kind of fun, but I don't know that I have the discipline - let alone the time! - to do it. As it is, I frequently don't get around to taking pictures of the boy every single day, despite my best intentions. However. With my cell phone camera I can upload photos on the go. And while I'm not all that interested in taking self portraits every day, it would be neat to have a daily record of life's random occurrences. So I decided I'm going to try it. My initial inclination was to wait until the start of the new year (or at the very least, the start of a new month), but if I put it off I may never get around to it after all. Anyway. My "365 To-Go" set will be posted here, on the off chance any of you are interested in following it.

All right, that's enough rambling for now. :)

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

First Peas

Obligatory baby food video

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Super Smiler

six months old today
what was life like before you?
i can't remember

Monday, October 06, 2008

Not the greatest picture, but...

My parents sent us one of these padded shopping cart protector things. Now, I'm not all paranoid about scary cart germs. Even with all the scare journalism out there, I don't think I've heard of anyone actually getting MRSA from a shopping cart. Nevertheless, Sir's still too little to sit in a bare basket, all unsupported, so this thing fits the bill pretty well.

Usually I'd just haul him around in the front pack, but I needed to get some heavy stuff at Target this evening and figured I'd be less likely to bonk him in the head or something if he weren't strapped to my chest. So, out came the cart cover. It worked really well! And Soren thought it was the most fun thing EVER to sit in the cart. See? His glee is even apparent in this blurry cell phone picture.

I'll need to make a point to tie it a little better next time. It slipped at one point, and I looked down from browsing a shelf to see him...licking the side of the cart. Yuck. Good for the immune system I guess. ;) But still gross.

No rest for the weary

This morning, not long after I arrived home, the tree trimmers arrived to do battle with the overgrowth in front of our apartment complex. This means that only a crappily thin wall and a leaky-ass louvered window separate me and the boy and our cozy beds from all manner of tree shredding machinery, operating at maximum volume. Oh hurray. Soren is sleeping through the cacophony surprisingly well, only waking up and whimpering a couple of times.


It's settling down outside, about 40 minutes after it all began. Praise Jebus. Maybe I'll get some sleep this morning after all.

Update: (Two minutes later) I spoke too soon. Damnit.

Update the second: (Ninety minutes later) Finally, FINALLY they are raking up the remains. The end is nigh. Of course, a certain wee sir is now all bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready for the day. Sigh.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Finally a video

I'll pick up a new firewire cable this weekend, but for now, here's a little clip from the other day of the boy sitting on the floor, playing with his rattle.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

I know he didn't, really

On to happier topics. Last night the three of us were sitting down so Tom & I could eat dinner, and it sounded for all the world like Soren said, "Hi Dad!" clear as day. I know he didn't actually say anything, that it was a coincidence of babbling, but it was insanely cute.

Defending the Title

Looking at the situation objectively, I can only say that it was bound to happen eventually. Doesn't make it any better, though.

When I get home in the mornings, Soren's usually hungry for some breakfast, so I pull him out of his crib and settle him in the bed beside me to nurse. Then we doze for a few (or, if he's feeling generous, several!) hours. Eventually he starts wiggling around and talking to himself, and I wake up, and we start our day. And since he's started becoming more proficient with the rolling over, I am usually very good about setting up a protective pillow barricade if I keep him in the bed with me instead of transferring him back to the crib after he's eaten.

You can probably see where this is going.

This morning I fell asleep without (a) putting him back in the crib or (b) blocking the edge of the bed with pillows. I was jolted awake some 3.5 hours later to a thump and immediate wailing. Jesus. The only thing that would have been worse is if he'd fallen off the other side of the bed and landed on the bottle warmer or (god forbid) the nightstand, and holy shit I don't even want to think about that possibility. And because he wiggled off while still asleep, it took several minutes to get him to wake up all the way and even be anywhere close to consolable. It was horrible.

Ultimately of course he's fine. No worse for the wear, no injuries, was his usual happy smiley self again within 10 or 15 minutes. Babies are resilient, I know. Doesn't make me feel any less guilty.

Less than 2 minutes after I'd finally gotten him comforted and settled, there was a knock at the door. It actually crossed my mind that someone might have heard all the crying and come to investigate, which is what made me actually go answer the door instead of reverting to the default assumption (mailman). It was not the mailman. It was the frigging FBI. (Well, not the whole bureau...) Specifically, it was the agent working on Tom's background investigation, asking which apartment belonged to the building manager. If he had heard Sir's lamentations he made no indication, so hopefully CPS won't be the next ones to come knocking.


How was your morning?

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Soren says, "Boo!"

What the heck? One more photo post for ya. Since it's the first of October and all, here's the boy decked out in the Halloween outfit Gram Gram got him.

All Night Long

And he looks so his little red suit

Vitamins, Horses, Books, Guilt Trip

Here's a nice set of non sequiturs for you. Enjoy.

Last week I started taking a B-Complex multivitamin. It's supposed to help with energy and quality of sleep and some other stuff, so it seemed kind of silly to not at least give it a try. I didn't expect immediate results or anything, but I think after a week I can tentatively say it might be helping. I haven't been feeling as run down this week, though that is probably due in no small part to the increased number of hours my beloved son has been letting me sleep these past few mornings. (Only two days left in the week, so here's hoping the trend continues...knock on wood.) At any rate, I'll keep taking it and see what happens.

It's been more than three years now since I've ridden a horse. Three. Years. I find that extremely difficult to fathom. For so long, horsing was my life. It was what I did. It tapered off in the last few years of college, but I could still pretty much always count on being able to get out to my friend's place a few times a year for a horse fix. But once I moved down here after graduation, Tom & I got into other stuff (namely, shooting & diving) and there really just wasn't room in the budget for riding lessons. Because by the way, horsing is damned expensive. When I got pregnant and could no longer dive or shoot, I really wanted to see about taking up riding for at least a few months, but between the morning sickness, the general first trimester lethargy and the Bell's Palsy, I never got around to it.

Lately though, it's started really nagging at me again (no pun intended). I have horse dreams at least once a week. I think about riding when I drive, when I walk down the halls at work, when I drift off to sleep. I think about canter cues and balancing and counting strides between fences. Part of me worries that when I finally do get on a horse again I'll be too rusty to do the things at which I used to be so competent, but another part of me wonders if all my mental rehearsal is keeping me (at least in some respect) tuned up somehow.

I know I won't get the opportunity to ride anytime soon. But I still can't stop thinking about it.

I've been getting books on CD from the library so I can listen to them during my commute. I've gone through World War Z (amusing) and Eragon (a little slow in parts, but entertaining overall) so far, and I'm currently about a quarter of the way through The World Without Us. Did you know there used to be 13 ton ground sloths in the Americas? Beavers the size of bears? I did not! Very interesting stuff. After I'm through with this one I'll be listening to Chatter, which is about electronic eavesdropping as it pertains to the various international intelligence agencies. Should be another interesting one.

Guilt Trip
Remember, oh, a couple of months ago when I said I was going to start the "100 Pushups" thing? Yeah, well I did the first week of exercises, and then we went up to Oregon and I didn't start on Week 2 while we were up there, and then when we returned home I had pulled a muscle or something in my back, and then after that got better I tweaked my wrist, and then my back was sore again, and then I was too tired, and there was one excuse reason after another after another for why I couldn't keep going with the pushups. Well no more! I am hoping that by writing it here I can guilt myself into starting up again. Come on, lazypants! Those muscles aren't going to tone themselves!

Update: Okay, I did Week 1, Day 1. Started a spreadsheet to collect data. Received and accepted a challenge from FarmerMegan in the hopes that we'll both stick with it if we pressure each other to keep going. Boo-yah.