Dear Friends and Family,
We had a packed agenda on Saturday and a blank agenda on Sunday. P did stunning with most of Saturday, but we did get off to a rocky start with her haircut. She refused to get it cut. And, now she's deprived of her favorite diner, her favorite bagel shop, her cherry drinking glasses, a haircut sticker, and opening her last Christmas gift until she gets her hair cut.
P's first grounding. She's being a great sport about it and not sulking about the consequences. She understands there are certain things she wants that she's not getting because she was not good.
There's still a lot she is getting - stickers for potty, stickers for trying new foods (aji, pistachios, and french fried onions), stickers for trying more stuff at the park, walks with Mr. mouse, dinners out, birthday parties, her existing batch of toys and books, hugs and kisses, and only a little bit of reminder that the haircut is causing her small bumps in life. After all, there are cookies at the bagel shop.
Saturday night, we went out to dinner and I ordered the salad for the first time in a long time. I won't lie. It's not as gratifying as eating an over-sized entree with meat and pasta. But, it wasn't the end of the world either. I woke up Sunday morning and I was still alive. And, the meal was more a memory of seeing friends and laughing at P's impromptu concert than it was a memory of having eaten too much food. And, that's not a bad thing.
Actually, it was weird this weekend. With the haircut fiasco dictating breakfasts at home, and the birthday party and the Weight Watchers, we ate in the whole weekend with the exception of Friday dinner and Saturday dinner.
Fingers crossed for weigh-in tomorrow.
Cheers!
mouse
We had a packed agenda on Saturday and a blank agenda on Sunday. P did stunning with most of Saturday, but we did get off to a rocky start with her haircut. She refused to get it cut. And, now she's deprived of her favorite diner, her favorite bagel shop, her cherry drinking glasses, a haircut sticker, and opening her last Christmas gift until she gets her hair cut.
P's first grounding. She's being a great sport about it and not sulking about the consequences. She understands there are certain things she wants that she's not getting because she was not good.
There's still a lot she is getting - stickers for potty, stickers for trying new foods (aji, pistachios, and french fried onions), stickers for trying more stuff at the park, walks with Mr. mouse, dinners out, birthday parties, her existing batch of toys and books, hugs and kisses, and only a little bit of reminder that the haircut is causing her small bumps in life. After all, there are cookies at the bagel shop.
Saturday night, we went out to dinner and I ordered the salad for the first time in a long time. I won't lie. It's not as gratifying as eating an over-sized entree with meat and pasta. But, it wasn't the end of the world either. I woke up Sunday morning and I was still alive. And, the meal was more a memory of seeing friends and laughing at P's impromptu concert than it was a memory of having eaten too much food. And, that's not a bad thing.
Actually, it was weird this weekend. With the haircut fiasco dictating breakfasts at home, and the birthday party and the Weight Watchers, we ate in the whole weekend with the exception of Friday dinner and Saturday dinner.
Fingers crossed for weigh-in tomorrow.
Cheers!
mouse
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