Ruby is over her sickness and back at daycare. It’s officially her first day in the 1 year old room. No more baby room for my little girl. Strangely, I feel more emotional about this little milestone than I did about her first birthday. I guess it’s just one more thing telling me that she is growing up way too darn fast. I have no doubt that she’ll do well in the new room. All of the kids in that room love her. They were always so exited to see her when I bring her through to the baby room and would yell out, “Rubeeeee!” It’s adorable.
Up until this point we have been bringing Ruby’s food from home but now I am going to let her eat the food that daycare provides. Not only will it be one less thing for me/AH to do in the evening (getting her food ready) but it will be a good lesson in me letting go of a little control. I can’t control everything that she eats all the time. We’ve been reassured that sugary snack are not served 99.9% of the time (sugar is my biggest concern) and they gave us a list of things that they serve which seems to be reasonable.
Considering my addiction to sugar I realize not wanting her to much sugar is a little hypocritical of me but I am really trying to cut back on my sugar intake. Ignoring the Mint Oreos I ate last night after dinner I didn’t have any other……oh yeah..and that Mt. Dew at lunch…..oh, and that Milky Way Midnight on break…..Well shit. Okay, so I am trying to cut back on my sugar. And sadly, a Mt. Dew, a candy bar, and half a dozen Oreos is cutting back for me.
Even if my sugar intake is still higher than it should be I have at least been exercising. On Saturday I took a P.ure Bar.re class (kind of like a mixture of pilates and strength training, while occasionally using a barre and a few ballet moves) with some of my friends. I’ve wanted to try the class for a while but I’ve been a bit intimidated by the size 0 chicks I always see coming and going from the studio. I went though and really enjoyed it. I really felt it the next day in a hurts-so-good kind of way. It’s a shame that the classes are $20 each otherwise I’d keep going. Sunday I walked with Ruby and yesterday I dusted off my copy of 30-Day Shred and did it for the first time. Thanks for the ass kicking, Jillian!
Slowly but surely I will get there. My first big goal is 20 pounds. When I hit that goal I am going to sign up for adult ballet lessons. Something I always wanted as a kid but my parents could never afford. I am super psyched about that 
I struggled in the lead up to Ginny’s first birthday, but the party and the actual day itself were really not a big deal. Every now and then, when I have to say out loud that she’s 13 months old, it gets to me.
It’s funny how (for lack of a better word) hypocritical we can be when it comes to food, right? The thought of Ginny eating McDonald’s gives me the creeps, and yet I can down a quarter pounder without blinking an eye. I’m adamant that she won’t have pop until she’s at least 5, and yet I buy my Beloved root beer all the time. Parenthood isn’t always clear and easy, is it?
Mmmmm…quarter pounder….Yes, I feel the same way about Ru having McD’s or pop. A few days ago Ru got a hold of a can from the recycling bin and she tipped that bad boy back like she was drinking it. I’m pretty sure that she saw AH and I do it so she knew the drill. Since then I’ve cut back on the pop drastically. It’s crazy how fast they pick up on things!