Monday Numbers

Hey, Kia! Are you doing Monday Mum-mum-numbers this week?

Well, whether you are or not, I am!

• 94 - number of miles I've run since I started keeping count in February. Will hit 100 this week!
  
  
• 2 - number of times I've already had to raise my way-too-modest fundraising goal for Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. You guys rock. Your new challenge - make me do it again!!
  
  
• 1 - number of bell concerts Saturday night.
  
  
• 2 - number of standing ovations (one for the full group, one for an awesome duet played by 2 of our members!)
  
  
• 3 - number of bells I got to ring simultaneously in ONE hand during a certain passage in Bach's Little Fugue
  
  
• 1 - mylar helium fish-balloon I brought home from the concert decorations for the girls.
  
  
• 100 - percent of her time that Joy spent playing with the balloon and its lovely stringy ribbon yesterday until we hid it away.
  
  
• 7 - handwritten coupons received from Rose yesterday for Mothers Day
  
  
• 2 - coupons I have already redeemed (hugs and a big ol' room-cleaning - yes, this mama is hard-core! I helped her with the room though.)
  
  
• 4 - weeks we technically have to test out the 7-Level-Communicator, a voice-recorded communication device that's a big step up from Joy's push-button.
  
  
• 1 - number of days it took Joy to figure out the new tool. Wow.
  
  
• 5 - number of times Joy went to jump in her bouncy castle with her playdate friend on Tuesday.
  
  
• 0 - level of enthusiasm she'd had for the bouncy castle last year when it was her big birthday present. This is a major improvement!
  
  
• 32 - number of pieces of sports equipment in the kit I got Friday from Special Olympics, for their Young Athletes family program that we'll be doing this summer at home.
  
  
• 3 - number of list-items in this post (at least) that deserve blog-posts of their own.
  
  
• 14 - cups of rhubarb that went into the deep freeze yesterday from our one prolific plant.
  
  
• 5 - names I'm aware of for the flowering bush that we planted yesterday: serviceberry, Juneberry, saskatoon, shadberry, Amelanchier.
  
  
• Gazillion - blossoms on the apple tree in our back yard.
  

Oh, and half a gazillion dandelions in the lawn to go with 'em. At least the yellow is bright and cheery against the green grass!

Update: Ooo, forgot an important one.

• 8 - number of months since Joy's last knock-down seizure, as of today. Woo hoo! (And, knock on wood!)

Monday Mum...Mum... NUMBERS. Dangit.

As a rule, I don't do memes (little games participated in by all the cool bloggy folk.) Then when I do give in and do them, I always seem to end up twisting the rules somehow. So here's this really neat meme started by Kia over at Good Enough Mama, wherein one posts on Monday using a numbers theme, and she calls it Monday Mum...mum... Dangit, I can't say it. Alliteration be blowed, I've got to call it Monday NUMbers. (Me, have a kid on the spectrum? As a matter of fact, yes, why do you ask?!) Look at the button-thingy above if you want to see the real name.

Anyway. Here goes.

1 = number of new Rose hula-hoop tricks this weekend (hoop goes from waist to neck back to waist again, spinning all the while).

2 = number of rhubarb pies I baked on Saturday.

2 = number of big handfuls that Joy grabbed out of the middle of the pie that was out on the counter Sunday morning.

1 = number of pies that I needed to take for Sunday dinner at GrampaK & GrammaJ's. Whew.

2 = number of items I took seconds of at the amazing wonderful Sunday dinner (wine & turkey; very restrained of me, I thought!)

4 = number of pounds I'd lost since I started trying but before the amazing wonderful Sunday dinner.

0 = number of times I've stepped on a scale since. Don't wanna know.

30 = number of miles I've run in March. So far.

10:08 = per-mile average pace on last Thursday's treadmill interval-training run.

3,465 = number of hairs Joy pulled out of My Little Pony manes this weekend.

10,872 = number of hairs Joy pulled out of her own head this weekend.

1 = number of resulting adorable haircuts (I missed my calling as a beautician, no?)