Yummy?

Annalyse had her first bite of cereal a week ago. She wasn't too sure about the taste, but it filled her up. She has been reaching for everyone else's food lately and watching us so intently, but apparently her cereal didn't taste quite as good as expected.

Rebuttle

So I will now share my thoughts on the previous post about weighing one's spouse and such. Here's what I think now that I have thought more on the matter and read what others have posted. We do all need to be accountable to someone and for most of us our best friend is our spouse and who better to montior us but our spouse. We do need to take our health more seriously. Heaven knows, I do. And, once again, our spouse should be sharing in our goals. Having said all that, I think that if I were in this woman's situation I would feel that my husband's love was conditional. The act of him insisting on weighing me every morning to monitor and make sure that I meet his criteria for his 'ideal' wife would make me feel as though his love for me was based on that criteria. What if I gain a pound this week. Is he going to love me the same this week? If I gain three pounds will he even want to touch me? Am I suddenly unattractive to him because the scale pronounced me overweight? Do years of memories and children and building a life together hinge on a couple extra pounds? That is how I would feel. Maybe this man and wife feel differently about one another. And I am sensitive about MY weight so this is a sensitive topic for me. On that note, I started to think about the times that I say things or do things that may lead my husband to believe that my love is conditional. Am I any better than this guy weighing his wife. My method of measurement may be different, such as the number of dirty socks laying around the house, but if I am keeping track of it, even in my mind, and pointing out this fault repeatedly to my husband I am just as bad. I do this and I punish him, in my own way. I don't want him EVER feeling like my level of love varies upon how many times he closes the toilet seat or how many socks make it to the hamper. I LOVE YOU SAM!!! UNCONDITIONALLY!!! Just some more food for thought. Thanks for all the comments by the way. This stay at home mom needs more adult discussions.

Debate

I heard a story about a man who weighs his wife every morning and requires her to stay within a certain weight range. I didn't hear what the penalty is for going outside of that range, but it made me mad just thinking about it. Then I talked to my best friend about it, raving that it was unrighteous dominion. My friend said that to make that judgement we would need all the facts. They asked what was this man's motivation. I don't know if I am ready to accept that there is even an argument in favor of requiring your wife to be within a certain weight range. So here is my unretorical question for you bloggers: Is it unrighteous to weight your wife or I guess any partner every morning, placing restrictions on their weight? Please tell me what you think.

p.s. Thank goodness my husband doesn't do that. He would have had to leave me a long time ago if it were so.

Journaling

So I went into Dollar General in search of one thing and came out with five, one of which was a new journal. I am a sucker for journals. I had this brilliant idea that since I am up until midnight everynight anyways, why not journal while the kids are in bed and Sam is asleep or at work. Brilliant thought, but now I have decided that it's so much easier to just blog at night. Hahaha. Oh well.

What a Week

What a week!!! Two mile markers for my girls. First, Ruby found her elbow and second, Anna, rolled over. So exciting!!! I'm so proud of my girls. Even more exciting was spending the week with the Skinners. My brave sister came up to Indiana for one last time with her five children in tow. She gave plenty of wanted and needed sisterly wisdom and taught me to make hair bows so I don't have to spend a fortune bows for my girls. It was a great time. A crazy, but great time. There were seven and sometimes eight children at my mom and dad's house for the week. Four and sometimes five of those kiddos were little girls fighting over the dollys and play phones. It was great. They are all safely back home. Love you Skinners.

On a super sad note, our friends, the Shorts left to move to Utah. We love and miss them so much. Love you Shorts family.

Where is Ruby's Elbow?

As previously posted, Ruby has had a heck of a time finding her elbow. When I ask Ruby where her elbow is she points to her wrist and says 'elbow', but when I ask her where her wrist is she points to her wrist and calls it her elbow. Today Ruby finally found her elbow!!!!!!!! I was almost as excited to find her elbow as I was when she first rolled over. Oh, the mommy moments.

Here's another funny moment today which I owe to my preschool swim class. I was teaching this little boy to swim on his back and then his front and as he struggled he said very matter-of-factly that "it's the water that's the problem." Too bad we can't learn to swim without water.

Family Update

Just thought I would update anyone and everyone who might occasionally read the "All Kinds of Crazy" Zollman blog. Sam is still toughing out the third shift. This week has really killed him. In fact, he is still asleep on the couch at 10:25 pm and has to leave by 10:30pm. Hmmm....why is he still asleep on a Thursday when it's his day off of school? Because intelligent me decided he needed to up his vitamin intake since he lives on two hours of sleep a day. I divied out all the vitamins this morning between Sam, Ruby and I, packed the girls up and left so that Sam could have a full, uninterrupted day of rest. The flippin' vitamins kept him up all day and he could not fall asleep until eight thirty this evening.

Annalyse is chunking up quite a bit and is so cute. The doctor's comment at her appointment the other day was that she was definately not malnourished. I wonder what gave it away, the rolly thighs or the huge cheeks. She smiles and laughs and coos. Her favorite person is Ruby. Ruby loves her too, but of course all the toys are only on loan to Annalyse. They really belong to Ruby ;) When I lay them on the bed to get changed in the morning Anna will just stare and laugh at her sister and Ruby will roll around giggling and laughing pretending that Annalyse is tickling her, which makes Anna laugh even more. It really is very cute.

Ruby is the glue of this family. She makes sure that everything and everyone is in its place. Her favorite person is Joey. Her favorite phrase is "yippy skippy". Who says "yippy skippy"? "Boppa" or Grandpa. Ruby can 'meow' better than any kitty around, but she still makes a growling roar sound whenever you mention a cow. Someday I will take her on a barnyard safari and we will discover the real sounds that a cow makes. Oh, also, Ruby will very proudly show you her eyes, her ears, her mouth, her nose and so on, but if you ask her where her elbow is she will always point to her wrist and when you ask her where her wrist is she will point to her wrist and say elbow. I must have been tired the day that we were learning body parts and I pointed to the wrist and said elbow. I promise it only happened once and I have corrected myself evertime since, but she is convinced that her elbow and her wrist are one in the same.

I am still teaching swim lessons at the YMCA, which is halarious because I don't swim. I stick to the classes that are taught in the shallow end, like the baby and mommy class, the preschool swim and the arthritis class. I love it though. It gets me out of the house and Ruby goes swimming with me every Monday. She is going to be an amazing swimmer. She really loves the water. I continue to gain baby weight even though I am not pregnant. It just sounds better to say it that way, rather than just saying that I gain weight because I eat out of boredom and depression. Ummm...I love my calling. I teach the music in primary, which is the calling that I never wanted to have. But I love it after all. My laundry is never done, but I am learning to deal with it and I love my family. That sums it all up for now.