I'll work out on Thanksgiving Day, primarily because I do that pretty much every day that ends with a "Y" and we don't have to be anywhere in the morning. I'm not sure a 90 minute "Gobble Blaster" workout class will make me feel better about the gravy, but it will probably make it hurt to walk up and down the stairs. Isn't fitness fun??
Aside from judging people who fear Christmas cookies (seriously, just give your extras to me and we'll all be happy), I've been getting everything ready for Cordelia's procedure at Hopkins next week. I had no issues at all with the insurance, but when the hospital called me to let me know that the authorization processed, they kept referring to it as "your daughter's surgery" which made my eye twitch a little. Clearly I'm completely mentally prepared for next week.
|Wait, wait I'm not ready either!|
|READY FOR ANYTHING|
At least my kids are nice enough to trade off on making me worry about them. It's currently Cordelia's turn with all of her GI issues, so that means Faith is doing really well at school and speech therapy. We had our first parent teacher conference last week and we were actually shocked at how much Faith had learned in the two months she's been at the Montessori school.
|Not shabby for a four year old|
She's writing out words on her own and even starting to read. The best part of it all is how much she enjoys the school. Since we switched her from the church based preschool, almost all of her anxiety has dissipated. My own personal theory is that she was getting stressed out by having teachers who didn't have the necessary skills to effectively communicate with her. Also, the Montessori school really engages her mentally so she comes home worn out in a content way versus a frustrated way.
|Working on fine motor skill development at school|
As a random parting note, I give you this hilarious video that's been making the rounds online.
It's much better if you mentally image the horse saying "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY??" as you watch.
Do you think gyms breed a weird perspective on the holidays? Maybe it's because I don't work in an office or go to a ton of holiday parties, but I really don't get this surplus of treats issue. I do vaguely recall it being more of an issue in a workplace where people bring in festive cookies or donuts. Man, I wish someone would do that here.