Smelly Cat

Someone powdered the cat.
She smelled really good. She doesn't typically stink, but she doesn't always smell like Victoria's Secret 'heavenly' powder either.
Curious about who felt the need to gussy up the cat, I questioned the most likely offenders. The short ones.
Caleb claimed innocence, but thought it was funny.
Stella was also innocent. This time. She did wondered why Myrtle was allowed to use the powder that she herself had been told to get permission to use.
Miles. By process of elimination.
Unless. Is my husband is so discouraged that I never use the powder that he has resorted to this. Powdering the cat?
I asked Miles first. He said, "No Mom."
Then, as I walked away, I heard..."Mmmm, Myrtle smells good."
Nice. Since no harm had been done, and the cat did smell good, I let him off with a warning.

In other pet news, the brown and white puppy, is now the RED, white and brown puppy. He ate a marker. The carpet is red. The dog is red. All morning I had to reassure the kids that the dog was not bleeding. Yet. UGH.

Also, I must share that I am forcing myself to wear jeans everyday. It is much harder to fool yourself into thinking that you are comfortable with your weight, when you are uncomfortable in your jeans.

IEP update and other junk

The IEP was not quite as bad as anticipated. We did have to do some negotiating, but as of right now we are happy with his plan.
His kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Owen, was a life-saver. I must remember to send her a thank you note. She repeatedly noted that he was doing a great job in her classroom and did not hinder her ability to focus on the other kids in any way.
That is the thing. I would understand the hesitance to integrate him if he had severe behavior issues, but he doesn't. He is a great kid that wants to learn. As it stands now, he will be integrated into a typical 1ST grade room with an aide and one pull-out for special ed. services per day.
I am happy.


On another note. Do you ever feel like the world is trying to drop you a hint? Over the past couple of months I have been asked by two separate people if I would like to join the gym with them, one asked if I would like to join weight watchers, my Mom asks me once a week if I have checked out the FIT.tv channel and my MIL bought me a Wii fit. I'm sorry were trying to tell me something? Am I missing the point here?
WTF. Then to top it all off, the damn Wii fit confirmed mine (and apparently everyone else) suspicions. I am old and fat.
HELLO, thank you very much Wii fit. I don't know if any of you have had the pleasure of using a Wii fit, but it will track your 'fitness age' and BMI for you. Lovely.
I am going to try and heed the warning of the mighty Wii (and my doctor)and realize it is time to loose some serious weight.
The truth is I have been uncomfortable in my own skin for a long time now. I am hoping that by writing about it I will be more likely to do something about it.
I am unhealthy, I am uncomfortable, I am going to make the choice to change.
Wish me luck. Also, please note that any tips and or suggestions as well as general showing of support are fully welcomed!