Welcome to 2019!

The last week of 2018 and the first week of 2019 were nuts around La Casa de Kraft. In addition of having a month-old and three of us having pneumonia in December, our oldest had an asthma attack with an upper respiratory infection, which had complications resulting her having four ER visits and two admissions between Christmas (December 25) and Epiphany (January 6)—the traditional 12 days of Christmas.

Everyone is okay now—minus the random pink eye someone picked up in last couple of days—but it meant any notion of new beginnings with the start of the new year didn’t happen.

So, this year, I’m declaring January 16th the first day of the year.

Anyone else wants to join me? If today doesn’t work for you, make it tomorrow.

Death by Video Game

With Olivia being a two-year old, servant leadership at home is leadership by example. Anything I say or do is repeated back to me. The good and not so good. My eating and (lack of) exercise examples are not something I want her to pick up.

We fell into a bad habit of getting fast food for dinner once a week. Before kids, I didn’t really care about that. Olivia, though, loves french fries. She’d always have dinner before V brought home fast food, but we’d give her a couple of fries since she wanted to eat with us. Anytime “Mom is picking up something”, she’d start getting really excited for french fries. My two-year-old’s favorite food cannot cannot cannot be french fries.

Call it a New Year’s Solution started early (secular calendar) or late (ecclesiastical calendar), but we’ve decided to utilize a fitness program we were given for the Xbox and correct some of our eating habits. We jumped into it starting a few days after Christmas.

It almost killed me. Read More