Showing posts from January, 2016

The Yoys: Take A Hike!

This weekend brought freezing temperatures to the ATL. Logically, the Yoys decided to participate in the most outdoorsy activity they could conjure up.  A hike. Outside. With trees and animals and rivers. Our new neighborhood is surrounded by different trails that all lead down to the Chattahoochee River.  We tried out Gold Branch on Monday. At the entrance to the trail, the four of us stared at the map and pretended we knew how to use a legend and also that we had any idea regarding the length or difficulty of our endeavor.  And just to make things interesting, the sun was beginning to head down behind the rolling hills of North Georgia. Lets add that we had no water or food into the equation.  It was basically, scene-for-scene, identical to the Blair Witch Project. So off we headed. And it was peaceful. And beautiful. And it felt good, once my blood started pumping through my pre-hyporthermic limbs.  We made it down to the river in good time. The Yoys were excited to dip th

Mrs. Yoy: Falling On Hard Times

This afternoon it warmed up to a balmy 50 degrees, so I took Big E out back for a rousing game of one-on-one soccer.  Soccer is my least favorite sport to play (sorry soccer lovers).  I'm more of a basketball girl, myself.  But in an effort to tire Big E out, I took one for the team. As I raced down the very slight incline of my backyard to get my size 11, bare feet (I couldn't very well ruin my Stuart Weitzman knee high boots) on the cold, hard ball, I lost my footing. I slipped on the dormant, frozen grass and my dried-out winter feet provided no traction. If I was a cartoon, there would have been some funny sound effect.  My feet went flying in the air and I landed ass first, on the grass.  And I'm not going to sugar coat it.  It hurt like a b*tch. HELP! I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP. I looked around to see if any of my neighbors had witnessed the big spill.  All was quiet in the 'hood with the exception of the men across the street busy building

The Placebo

I have often written about Big E's aversion to sleep.  It's not that he doesn't sleep, but his schedule follows that of a college freshman.  Asleep by midnight, up at noon. Unfortunately for all involved, he needs to be out of bed by about 6:50 each morning. This makes for a very cranky Yoyser. Big E's pediatrician advised us to use a very low dose of melatonin, as needed.  The problem is, Big E needs it every night. I pop one of those magical white pills in his mouth and it's sleepsville in 30-45 minutes. I don't feel comfortable giving this to Big E every night. I read all of these terrible things it does to your child (on the internet, of course) and it freaks me out. I'm trying to wind him down naturally.  No screen time within two hours of bedtime, exercise, reading before bedtime, a hot know, the usual suspects. But it's not working.  Mr. Yoy and I devised a placebo scheme.  Yesterday, I purchased Mentos (The Freshmaker!) and

Happy New Year!

I just wanted to wish all of my friends, family, and readers a Happy 2016!  I know I'm a little late, but it is taken me a few days to get back into the swing of things since our return from Florida. 2016 is a big year for the Yoys.  Mr. Yoy and I will celebrate our ten year anniversary in April. Ten Years!! Mr. Yoy informed me during our grueling drive back to Atlanta, that if I stick it out for ten years, I'll have access to his retirement accounts. So romantic, I know. Another notable date in April, my 40th birthday. After the events of 2015, my perspective on aging is a whole lot different.  I'm so excited to be turning 40. I can vividly remember both my folks turning 40 and I can't believe it is my turn. I'm grateful to be healthy and (mostly) happy and here. Plus, thanks to my mom's advice many, many years ago, I've been slathering on Oil of Olay everyday and I think I look pretty damn good for my age. So, in honor of the new year and the new sch