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Sticky Fingers

15 Feb

I was just being lazy, trying to get the job done in the shortest time possible. I sort of had to though as Bubba was getting into everything when she started crawling. I moved everything just out of her reach. Now she’s started pulling herself up on anything and everything she can find (the coffee table, couch, shelves, tv unit, our knees, even the vacuum cleaner), which means everything I moved before is no in her reach again. We’re running out of places to put things. Can’t put anything on the coffee table or it will be pushed, pulled, or thrown off, then eaten, bashed or chewed on. I have to follow her around the house making sure she doesn’t fall over when she attempts to “cruise” (pulling self up and then moving sideways along whatever furniture it was she pulled herself up on). She also seems to have this crazy notion in her head that she actually has balance and then lets go of whatever she is holding on to. FYI, she does not yet have balance. Luckily for her we are always there to catch her (hmm… maybe that is why she does it, she does love being scared, if peekaboo is anything to go by). I guess she can balance a little, she can hold on to stuff with just one hand and stay up just fine. She’s just a little dare-devil!

How is it that babies wake up for garbage trucks, people who talk too loud, noisy kookaburra’s, a loud fart, the front door opening, etc, but when there is a loud thunderstorm with cracking lighting overhead, nothing? Not even a little peep. I don’t understand baby sleep even a little bit.

I’m going to be sore tomorrow. I used muscles today that I forgot ever existed. That happens every time I start doing tae kwon do again. Ok, so I haven’t done it much since I was a kid, but a few years ago The Jess and I went for a while at the uni. I could hardly walk the next day. I’m sure I had a bit of a swagger, and goodness, did my body feel a bit special! I know I’ll be feeling exactly like that tomorrow. It was fun though, and a really good work out. I really miss doing tae kwon do. I did it from 4th to 9th grade when I was a kid, then stopped. Everyone thought it was because I lost interest, but really (sure, I’ll set the record straight even though it’s embarrassing) it was because I started my women troubles and was petrified that it would leak through to my white tae kwon do pants. I saw it happen to one of the other girls, and I did NOT want it to happen to me. What if after sitting on the mat stretching, I got up, only to find I had leaked all over myself and the mat? How would I ever show my face there again? I know, silly, but this is what a 14 year old girl thinks about. So, when aunt flow was paying me an unwelcome visit, I would tell my dad that I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t say why, he thought I wasn’t interested anymore (after this happened for a week straight for a couple of months), I was too embarrassed to tell him the real reason (you don’t really talk to your dad about such things), he didn’t want to pay for something I wasn’t interested in, and that was that, we didn’t go anymore. I always missed it though. You’re laughing aren’t you Dad? There is a place within walking distance to us that even has a women’s class on a weekday morning. Apparently you can even bring your baby/child as all the ladies do. Can’t go every week though, it costs too much. I’m very excited to get back into it though, even if I do look like I swallowed a giant coat hanger tomorrow.

Uh-oh, I could hear Hannah stirring. She had only been alseep for 20 minutes. She grizzled for a while, then all was silent. Success, she put herself back to sleep. Or so I thought…. After another half an hour, she was making protests, so I went to her room. She hadn’t gone back to sleep at all. Instead, she had been plotting how to grab anything and everything, pull it into her cot, and then play with it until she got bored. And to think I thought I moved everything far enough away from her sticky little grip. Clearly I underestimated my cheeky little monkey. When I opened her door, there she was, sitting in her cot surrounded by her loot. Cheeky little monkey!

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