I was officially tagged by Nancy for the five’s meme. So here I go…
Five things in my fridge:
1. Eggs
2. Avocado
3. Pizza from Farm Boy
4. Fresh Salsa from Farm Boy (can you tell that I love that Farm Boy is a ten minute walk from my house, and that it makes me go out for a walk!)
5. Two bottles of Stella Artois, for when I finish my garden.
Five things in my closet:
1. A basket of Maternity clothes that I can’t bear to part with.
2. A basket of clothes from my skinniest days to inspire me.
3. A camera, my old SLR, found a new home.
4. Green dyed shoes from my Sisters wedding.
5. “Oraganizing from the Inside Out” by Julie Morgenstern.
Five things in my purse (I just started carrying one again!)
1. wallet
2. note pad
3. pen
4. Canadian Tire money
5. receipts from shopping today
Five things in my car:
1. A box of Toddler toys from McDonalds and other venues we have collected over the last 2 1/2 years.
2. A box of tissue.
3. Two blankets for “J”.
4. An umbrella
5. A jar of American change for the toll booths on our trips.
YAY! I had to think for a couple of those. Sadly, my brain is fried this Friday afternoon.
Or is it just my son and my nephew?
“J” and “J2” have definately gained some stregnth in the last month or so. Either that or I am way more out of shape than I thought. Lately the stregnth in the punches or kicks to the gut have gotten quite a lot more forceful. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t encourage the punches or kicks, but after almost two week with Opa wrestling. It will take me as much time to remind him that I am not a wrestler. And the worst part is that he wants to wrestle and punch when it is an important time to get ready. It occurs the most when we are getting dressed in the morning, and Hubby is waiting to say “good-bye” at the door. Or is occurs when we are in a time crunch to get our shoes on to go in the car. It never happens when we are just hanging out or playing in the backyard.
Yesterday, on a trip with my Sister to Costco, we found as the two boys were wrestling in the cart that neither of us could pull them apart. And when we did, the feet were flying so fast and furious that we were afraid to put them down for fear they would take off running.
To combat this, I have started a little weight training. I definatly am out of shape and need more stregnth if I am going to have to wrestle a small child, who really isn’t so small. I do not want to find myself out muscled by a three year old when August rolls around. And hey, I could use a little buffing up anyway.
Opa left yesterday at noon. Our house is now so quiet, there are no more newspapers lying around in neat piles to be read at different times. The tickle monster has gone home, the lions and elephants that can be found in sewer grates are no more. “J” somehow understood that when we left Opa at the airport we wouldn’t see him again for a while. He hasn’t asked for him since we left him there. We miss him already.
Now to keep ourselves further occupied we are preparing for our trip next week. The suitcases are ready. My list of things to bring has begun. The fretting over a solo airplane ride has imbedded in my mind. We need to bring a few treats for the neices and nephew, so those will be picked up in the next few days. I only hope that the weather is as nice there as it has been here. I have been enjoying the warm weather so much that it would be a shame to leave it behind.
