I typically work out in the morning. And by “work out” I mean, “take a walk” (a 90-minute walk, though!) or some low-key elliptical in the basement (if it’s too cold, rainy, or what-have-you). Yesterday morning, though, my throat was a bit scratchy, and I just said, “Ugh. I’ma gonna stay in bed where it’s nice and cozy.” (I said it to myself, though, so as not to wake anybody up).
And the morning just went downhill from there. AG woke up late, and dawdled, and I snapped at her, and I was late to work, and I just was in a foul mood all day. So last night, I said to spouse, “Unless I’m sick tomorrow morning – like, really sick, I am exercising.” I think I need the extra time in the morning by myself, the getting the blood flowing, the reflection … whatever it is, I need it. This has happened before when I skipped a morning constitutional* for no good reason.
Of course, that promise was made before the 1:30 wake-up call occasioned by AG’s … ah, need to toss her cookies.** Poor kiddo. On top of that, I had forgotten that she had had pizza and raspberries for dinner the night before, so at 1:30 a.m. I thought she was dying or something. (Note – she appears fine now; we think the raspberries might have been to blame).
But! I did make it up this morning to get some exercise, so I’m in a better mood today.
Better, but more tired. Oh, so tired.
*Not meant in the euphemistic sense.
**Meant in the euphemistic sense.
When we asked our almost-four-year-old what she wanted for Christmas, she replied with a very serious, “I want a Pinkie Pie pony.”
A little back story is in order here. About a year ago, spouse stumbled upon a bag of My
Pretty Little Ponies at a garage sale, for, like, two bucks. They’ve proven mighty adept at soothing the dread of dentist and doctor appointments, as well as forestalling potential tantrums at restaurants and photo shoots. He found another such treasure at a later garage sale, and thus our house has been happily overrun by pretty rainbow-sherbet-colored equines with rather raggedy, snarled hair (see above).
This was followed by the discovery of the MLP books at the library, and thus AG learned of the confectionery-like names given to the creatures (previously, she’d been giving them her own, and better, to my mind, names), as well as their wholesome adventures. Alas, however, we do not have a Pinkie Pie (who seems to feature prominently in said adventures, for some reason).
We didn’t know at the time that the Ponies have enjoyed a sort-of emergence of hipster-cool. Nor did we know – although spouse eventually discovered this through some admirably diligent research – that the Ponies have gone through several incarnations, and the ones we have are the somewhat old-school “Generation 3″ versions (I love how the MLP Wikipedia page has the “this page is not unbiased” warning. Kids writing essays on My Little Ponies – take note!)
Have you seen the new ones? They’re hideous! The look like they were born too near Mr. Burns’ power plant or something, with their swollen foreheads, their too-big big eyes, and their shrunken noses. They completely creep me out.
So, I guess what I’m asking here is, (1) how horrible of me would it be to track down an older (probably used) version of Pinkie Pie on eBay and give it to the kid for Christmas?, and (2) can I do it in a way that avoids “vintage” pricing?
A gaggle of (I hope) goodies for your Monday consumption:
- Guilt is a better motivator than hostility.
- Actual sentence that came out of my mouth this weekend, directed toward my three-and-a-half-year old: “Pick up your toys or we won’t be able to do yoga tonight.” Pretty sure yogis would not approve of the use of yoga as a motivation stick, rather than a carrot. And probably wouldn’t approve of it as a carrot motivator, either.
- My most popular tweet last week:
- AG doing downward-facing dog:
Happy Monday, everyone!
This was taken last Saturday. Or maybe it was last Sunday; either way, last weekend was gorgeous. Now it’s grey and blustery, and none of us are wearing short sleeves, nor have we taken off our shoes and socks to wade in the pond at the Como Pavilion.
I intend to try to get back into my Saturday Evening Posts, drawing your attention to things I’ve come across throughout the Interwebz and hope you will find as interesting as I did, but I have collected so many of them in the last several weeks that it’s going to take me some time to sort through them and figure out which ones are really worth passing along. ‘Til then, enjoy this photo of a sunny Saturday. (Or, more likely, Sunday).