As far as I’m concerned, summer has arrived. I’m wearing sandals, the kids need sunscreen, the city’s splash pads are open. It’s summer.
Over the weekend, my eldest achieved another milestone. Riding a two-wheeler!! Such a proud, proud moment for her and for me. In the span of, literally, 10-15 minutes she went from being wobbly, unsteady and unsure to a confident, sturdy rider. It was incredible to watch. We went to a local park which happens to have a skateboard area and she went to town with her little scooter, tackling the ramps like a pro. My heart stopped a few times watching her fall but those elbow, knee and wrist pads came in handy. Her poor little legs are all scraped up and bruised. She is such a tough little girl.
The baby started clapping! Oh my goodness, it was so spontaneous and hilarious. He was so proud of himself, but more so probably because of my squeal of delight when he did it.
I got in a few runs this past weekend. I’ve forgotten how difficult it can be to run in the summertime. I will have to start carrying water with me. The migraine headaches have been brutal post-run.
I love running along the trail. I am so fortunate to live be able to live in the city and yet have the woods so close that I can run to get there.
I may have started a coaching program on one of my running apps to help me get to my 10 km goal. I know I wrote last week that I wasn’t going to focus on distance or speed but I am who I am and I really want to be able to run 10km. So, the program told me I needed to run 6.4km on the weekend. It suggested a 1:1 interval but I did my usual 3:1 intervals but took time to stretch when I needed it and walked when I was supposed to. I ended up doing 6.38km which was great but really felt it in my hamstrings the next day – likely from some exuberant post-run stretching. I don’t plan on following the program all that closely, especially when it expects me to run 12 km in two weeks. Say whut? That’s a huge jump and not something I’m going to risk re-injury for. I will take its suggestions with a large grain of salt.
I ran yesterday, 4.23 km instead of the 2 km walk that was suggested for me and today the app wants me to run 6.44 km again. Yeah, not gonna happen. Instead I rode my bike into work. Cross training is better than no training, right?
Overall, I have to say, it’s been a fantastic start to the summer. I love the heat and you will not hear me complain about the humidity, unless it gives me a raging migraine. Then, all bets are off!
I need new running shorts that don’t bunch up in the thighs. Capri tights are far too hot to run in!
My eldest is growing up too fast. I still remember the day when she was 6 months old and cut her first tooth.
Today that first tooth fell out.
She was at her grandmother’s for the weekend and we got a phone call on Saturday. She called to tell us that her tooth got really wiggley! “Mommy, mommy it’s way more wiggilier!” She was so excited!!! When she came home she proudly showed us how loose it was. During dinner (macaroni and cheese), she kept biting on the tooth and it hurt and would bleed and she was so freaked out by it. I considered just yanking it right then and there but I didn’t.
Then, this morning, she showed us just how much looser it was and I thought for sure we should yank it. Husband said no. Let it fall out on its own. So, on the school playground today, as we were saying goodbye, she put the straps of her backpack in her mouth to do something with her hands and boom! “Mommy, Mommy, MOMMY MY TOOTH FELL OUT!!!!!”
Half the playground heard her! She was laughing and crying at the same time. I squealed in delight and got a bit weepy. Together we ran back to show Daddy the tooth. She didn’t even care that her gum was bleeding. What a trooper!!
Now for the next obvious question. What’s the going rate for the tooth fairy these days??
4- to 5-Year-Old Development: Emotional and Social Development
Your self-centered child is now figuring out that it is not always about him or her. At this age, children are starting to understand about other people’s feelings. Your 4- to 5-year-old should be better able to work through conflicts and control his or her emotions.
Emotional and social development milestones your child may achieve at this age include:
Enjoys playing with other children and pleasing his or her friends
Shares and takes turns, at least most of the time
Understands and obeys rules; however, your 4- to 5-year-old will still be demanding and uncooperative at times
Being more independent
Still confuses make-believe with reality
Expresses anger verbally, rather than physically (most of the time)
Lately it seems like she’s demanding and uncooperative all.the.time. I have to ask her more than once to do a task. She is constantly defiant, doesn’t do as she is asked/told, talks back, doesn’t ask politely for things even though she did 6 months ago… oy, the list goes on.
Yet, she is sharp as a tack, funny as hell, and it’s often very difficult to keep a straight face even when she’s in complete freak out mode (which usually only happens about an hour before bedtime so I know it’s a fatigue issue).
I’ve heard that age 5 is difficult and I’m starting to think all ages are difficult. I know that developmentally she is right on track and I do encourage her independence, I just wish there wasn’t that battle at the same time. I am imagining what she’s going to be like as a hormonal teenager and I just want to run away and hide!
Because, frankly, I remember all too clearly the drama that my teenage years wrought. I am afraid I am ill-equipped to go through them again as a mother. I know I have some time before this happens, but if my almost-five year old is any indication, I am going to be needing a lot more wine in my wine cellar.
I was saving this, my 100th post, for my 2 year blogging anniversary which is on the 12th of September, but I couldn’t wait.
I am 11 days from my booked delivery date. I have 6 working days left, and yesterday, I, together with a specialist, mutually agreed that our patient could not travel on her European vacation with an obstructed biliary tract from a probable pancreatic tumor.
This is my 3rd maternity leave and I just wanted to leave my practice with no new ominous diagnoses. Is that really too much to ask? Right before my first leave, a lovely 50-something woman was diagnosed with a pancreatic tumor. Right before my 2nd leave, a 50-something man was diagnosed with a particularly aggressive prostate tumor, and now, right before my 3rd leave, a 70-something woman is being worked up for pancreatic cancer.
As I mentioned in previous posts, I have a wonderful physician who will be covering my practice, but it feels awful leaving these people when they need their family doctor the most. I especially like this 70-something woman as she reminds me a lot of my own mother. Her husband is wonderful as well and if his wife does have pancreatic cancer it is going to destroy him – he all but told me that at his most recent visit for an unrelated matter. My heart broke for him. He really wanted this trip, but he knows full well how bad it might be if she does have cancer. I wish I hadn’t been a part of taking that away from him. I wish I could be present for them as they navigate through the health care system. I hope I see her next spring when I return.