So that 3 pound gain is gone, thank goodness. I've had a couple of good food days, with just a smidge of running (only 1.6 miles on the treadmill Monday while Sophie had swim lessons, and nothing yesterday). Yesterday was nuts, and while it was a good nuts (new clients!) it threw my afternoon running routine off. Oh well, such is life.
Today is Luke's 2 year doctor check up, and he gets shots but at least I get to find out what percentile his height and weight are. For some weird reason I like knowing where the kids fit in with the rest of the Western World. Luke, for example, was in the 10th percentile for height and 90th for weight when he was 4 months old. His height caught up to 50th at 18 months; his weight was (I think) 75th. Since he's still mostly wearing 18 month pants I'm guessing he's still on the small end.
The steroids Sophie was on must have caused her to grow, because all of the sudden none of her clothes fit. She's 6 and a half, so you'd think she'd still be in 6x clothes, right? Well, none of her jeans fit, her shirts are all too small, and she tried on size 7s from Target last night and they were still too small. It looks like she's skipping 7 all together and going straight to 8s. Both the kids got new shoes a couple months ago, and I bet you anything we'll be getting new ones again next month.
I plan to take the kids to the gym day care this afternoon after Luke's appointment so I can get in a run. Hopefully I can do the weights class again at 5:30, too. Lately it seems my plans are getting out of whack, so I'm keeping them fluid and will just do the best I can.