Everytime I start a diet. I start all gung ho, willpower in tact, ready to tackle my fat cells for the last time. Everything goes well for a few weeks. Then I start getting the comments. The nice comments.
"Have you lost weight?"
"You look great!"
Those are awesome and I really appreciate them.
But they kill me. Something inside of me says, oh, I already look good. That one cupcake won't hurt. Just one more piece of pizza. And then I'm back where I started, feeling gross, and puffy and fat.
I'm there now, trying to make a sharp U-turn though. Starting fresh today and going to MAKE myself work out everyday. At least do something to get me moving.
That's all, just a short glimpse inside my head at the moment.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Did I miss Easter?
Uh no, I just keep meaning to blog about it and then get busy and forget.
The boys and I had an action packed three day weekend. Friday, we drove across town to see a friend of mine and her new sweet, adorable squishy little boy. The boys LOVE babies. And no, that does not mean I need another one.
Jack and Colton
Logan and Colton
I also got my hair chopped and glorified. I’m a blonde again, my Barbie hair is back. (no pics yet)
Then after Logan asking me 18 bajillion times if we could dye our easter eggs I finally caved. They had fun.
Getting creative
Love this color, Logan double dipped
They decided they needed to blow on them to help them dry so we could move on to phase 2, stickers.
Saturday, there was some activities for the kids at our church. The snack was a Resurrection Roll. They took a marshmallow, rolled it in butter and cinnamon/sugar, then wrapped it in a crescent roll…then more cinnamon/sugar. When they were baked and you broke into them they were empty. The marshmallow was gone, just like Jesus in the tomb.
And they were pretty tasty too.
Egg hunting at church
Sunday, we spent the day at my Aunts house and then moved to my Sister in Law’s house were all the kids were.
My mom brought confetti eggs to my Aunts.
Jack and my nephew Gage. Poor fella wasn’t feeling too hot that day.
More egg hunting.
Jack is just getting to where he will jump on the trampoline (but only by himself). He was running around in circles singing “Hosaaaanna, Hosanna in the highest” one of the songs we sang at church that morning.
Right after I pressed stop on the recording he said, “Mommy, I’m getting tired.” Wish I’d recorded just a few seconds longer, because he never stopped moving when he said that.
The boys were covered in dirt and full of sugar by the time we got home. I’d call that a success.
The boys and I had an action packed three day weekend. Friday, we drove across town to see a friend of mine and her new sweet, adorable squishy little boy. The boys LOVE babies. And no, that does not mean I need another one.
Jack and Colton
Logan and Colton
I also got my hair chopped and glorified. I’m a blonde again, my Barbie hair is back. (no pics yet)
Then after Logan asking me 18 bajillion times if we could dye our easter eggs I finally caved. They had fun.
Getting creative
Love this color, Logan double dipped
They decided they needed to blow on them to help them dry so we could move on to phase 2, stickers.
Saturday, there was some activities for the kids at our church. The snack was a Resurrection Roll. They took a marshmallow, rolled it in butter and cinnamon/sugar, then wrapped it in a crescent roll…then more cinnamon/sugar. When they were baked and you broke into them they were empty. The marshmallow was gone, just like Jesus in the tomb.
And they were pretty tasty too.
Egg hunting at church
Sunday, we spent the day at my Aunts house and then moved to my Sister in Law’s house were all the kids were.
My mom brought confetti eggs to my Aunts.
Jack and my nephew Gage. Poor fella wasn’t feeling too hot that day.
More egg hunting.
Jack is just getting to where he will jump on the trampoline (but only by himself). He was running around in circles singing “Hosaaaanna, Hosanna in the highest” one of the songs we sang at church that morning.
Right after I pressed stop on the recording he said, “Mommy, I’m getting tired.” Wish I’d recorded just a few seconds longer, because he never stopped moving when he said that.
The boys were covered in dirt and full of sugar by the time we got home. I’d call that a success.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Bad Jokes by Logan
I had to post this one before I forgot it. He said it was a Laffy Taffy joke, but I think it's too bad even for those.
What did yes say to no?
Maybe
Get it? Yes, No, maybe? Yea me neither.
LOL
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
Thursday, April 1, 2010
My son, Logan
This morning I had to take the boys to school because Mike had an early morning meeting. It’s usually pretty hectic because it throws the boys (and me) off our normal routine. I like to get them up extra early to counteract the whining, moaning and general craziness.
We had dropped Jack off at daycare and Logan’s school doesn’t open until 7:15am so we drove through McD’s.
We got to the school and pulled up in the drive and parked, waiting for the door. Logan got up in the front seat with me. And he just started talking. About the book he was reading, about the stuff he was doing at school. Just about a lot of stuff. It was really nice to just sit with my baby who is growing up so fast. I still remember the day he was born…and the first thoughts when I saw him.
- That’s a baby?! He’s huge! (8lbs 7 oz, 21.5inches long)
- He looks just like my Dad!
And now he’s almost 9. So close to being a teenager, as he tells me every day.
Its days like this that I stop and think of how lucky I am that I get to be HIS Mom. That God thought I was good enough for this perfect little man. It’s a lot of responsibility. I know I do things wrong. When I do I apologize to him (to Logan and God) and I tell myself to do things differently, to be better for him.
This man changed my LIFE. He makes me laugh daily. He is such a good kid so that makes me feel like I’m doing something right.
I love that he has such a goofy sense of humor. That he loves to read, just like me. That he loves his little brother so much. That he tries so hard to please us. That he is a video game-aholic. That little sprinkle of freckles across his nose and cheeks.
I love him.
We had dropped Jack off at daycare and Logan’s school doesn’t open until 7:15am so we drove through McD’s.
We got to the school and pulled up in the drive and parked, waiting for the door. Logan got up in the front seat with me. And he just started talking. About the book he was reading, about the stuff he was doing at school. Just about a lot of stuff. It was really nice to just sit with my baby who is growing up so fast. I still remember the day he was born…and the first thoughts when I saw him.
- That’s a baby?! He’s huge! (8lbs 7 oz, 21.5inches long)
- He looks just like my Dad!
And now he’s almost 9. So close to being a teenager, as he tells me every day.
Its days like this that I stop and think of how lucky I am that I get to be HIS Mom. That God thought I was good enough for this perfect little man. It’s a lot of responsibility. I know I do things wrong. When I do I apologize to him (to Logan and God) and I tell myself to do things differently, to be better for him.
This man changed my LIFE. He makes me laugh daily. He is such a good kid so that makes me feel like I’m doing something right.
I love that he has such a goofy sense of humor. That he loves to read, just like me. That he loves his little brother so much. That he tries so hard to please us. That he is a video game-aholic. That little sprinkle of freckles across his nose and cheeks.
I love him.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
a Boy and his cup
My son is obsessed with his cup. Not a fancy Star Wars glass, or something with a crazy straw…his athletic cup. He’s 8. Now, I am convinced that boys getting hit in the nubs does not hurt them (as bad as they make it seem) until they are old enough to realize what’s down there. My 3yo falls and jumps on his stuff all the time and never makes a peep…but when my 8yo does it you’d think the world had ended. That’s a conversation I always have with Mike, anyway.
Yesterday, I picked the boys up from daycare and we head straight to baseball practice. Here’s a little snippet of our convo in the car…
Logan: Mom, did Dad put my cup in my bat bag?
Me: I don’t know, do you see it?
L: YES (fist pumping in the back seat ensues)
Later…
(knock, knock, knock)
L: Mom I really have to pee. Do you think I could pee without taking my cup off?
M: um, no.
L: But there is a little tiny hole here in the front.
M: No, you have to take it off…that would be pretty messy I imagine.(boys are so gross)
(knock, knock, knock)
L: Man, there’s a lot of stuff you can’t do with a cup on.
Those knocking sounds are him knocking on his cup covered crotch.
He won’t stop knocking on it when it’s on!
He says he needs to wear his cup all the time, especially when he’s playing infield.
Yesterday, I picked the boys up from daycare and we head straight to baseball practice. Here’s a little snippet of our convo in the car…
Logan: Mom, did Dad put my cup in my bat bag?
Me: I don’t know, do you see it?
L: YES (fist pumping in the back seat ensues)
Later…
(knock, knock, knock)
L: Mom I really have to pee. Do you think I could pee without taking my cup off?
M: um, no.
L: But there is a little tiny hole here in the front.
M: No, you have to take it off…that would be pretty messy I imagine.(boys are so gross)
(knock, knock, knock)
L: Man, there’s a lot of stuff you can’t do with a cup on.
Those knocking sounds are him knocking on his cup covered crotch.
He won’t stop knocking on it when it’s on!
He says he needs to wear his cup all the time, especially when he’s playing infield.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
WOW Worship
The past two Sundays, Mike and I volunteered to run the WOW Worship program at our Church. It’s the children’s program that runs during church service. The kids go into church with their parents and then a few minutes in the Pastor invites them all out to WW. I was kind of nervous because it was our first time and I’m not all that knowledgeable about the bible and specific stories/events. But the coordinator, Wendy, did an amazing job at setting it all up for us with detailed instructions and a lesson written out. It was really easy and kind of fun to hear the things that the kids are thinking about God. The first week our lesson was about the Last Supper and then the second week was about Easter. There was singing and I would make a point to ask the kids what they thought about what was going on in the stories. I love kid answers to adult stories.
Oh and talking in front of a group of 3yo-3rd graders is way less nerve wracking than talking to a group of adults…cause seriously, the little ones aren’t paying so much attention to you at all times. lol
Oh and talking in front of a group of 3yo-3rd graders is way less nerve wracking than talking to a group of adults…cause seriously, the little ones aren’t paying so much attention to you at all times. lol
Friday, March 19, 2010
Questions for Moms/Parents
I went to the Houston Rodeo and saw the Black Eyed Peas last night. I'll be the first one to tell you that this is not really my thing. I'm a Country girl to the bone. County as in music, not as in horses and cow shit. But I had a good time. It was fun and exciting probably because everyone around me was singing every word to every song. Seriously? I couldn't understand what he was saying most of the times and they were rappin right along with Will.I.Am. I do have to admit that I think I have a new crush on him. He was so gracious and thankful to all the fans and Houston for having them at the Rodeo. And he was kind of cute (maybe that was the Bud Light). I think I like artists more when they seem humble and thankful to the people who got them where they are...instead of the artists like Kanye who think they deserve everything because they are the awesome. Actually, I think I like/dislike normal people who are like that too. huh, interesting.
Some pics from last night, before it gets deep in here…
Yea, they are crap...I got a nosebleed too. :)
Anyway, as we walking around the rodeo grounds before the concert I noticed a LOT of kids by themselves. I say kids because I’m old(er) now and they all look like babies to me. Just tons and tons of kids MAYBE 13 or 14 just out there with groups of other kids the same ages and no parents. We live by a big movie theater too and all weekend there are TONS of kids out there and in the Jack in the Box in the parking lot. Just hanging out doing whatever. So I have a question for you that are reading this.
What age did you let your kids, or do you think kids are old enough to go to concerts/movies anything really by themselves with friends only? What about staying home alone or walking to/from school?
My oldest son is 8. He reminded me the other day that he’s only got 5 years until he’s a teenager. *crap* And when I think of him going somewhere like that alone my first reaction is oh hell no! Even the thought of him walking home from school by himself and staying alone until we get there kind of freaks me out. I see kids walking from the Intermediate school by our house. Those kids are between 10-12 walking down busy streets or riding bikes.
Am I just freaking out and overprotective? I work in the legal/law field and I see so much bad stuff happen to all people all the time. Am I letting that stuff get to me and sway my judgements? An I just super paranoid or what? I should mention that it makes me kind of nervous anytime I can’t physically see my children when there are people around. McDonald play places, baseball parks, parks, any place.
Let me just say that we recently moved to a neighboring city that I am extremely more comfortable in than where we came from. We live about 6 blocks from Logan’s Elementary school and the Intermediate he will go to is right next door. I just feel like bad stuff happens everywhere, even perfect towns and I want to protect my kids. I just don’t know when I’m supposed to let go.
Some pics from last night, before it gets deep in here…
Yea, they are crap...I got a nosebleed too. :)
Anyway, as we walking around the rodeo grounds before the concert I noticed a LOT of kids by themselves. I say kids because I’m old(er) now and they all look like babies to me. Just tons and tons of kids MAYBE 13 or 14 just out there with groups of other kids the same ages and no parents. We live by a big movie theater too and all weekend there are TONS of kids out there and in the Jack in the Box in the parking lot. Just hanging out doing whatever. So I have a question for you that are reading this.
What age did you let your kids, or do you think kids are old enough to go to concerts/movies anything really by themselves with friends only? What about staying home alone or walking to/from school?
My oldest son is 8. He reminded me the other day that he’s only got 5 years until he’s a teenager. *crap* And when I think of him going somewhere like that alone my first reaction is oh hell no! Even the thought of him walking home from school by himself and staying alone until we get there kind of freaks me out. I see kids walking from the Intermediate school by our house. Those kids are between 10-12 walking down busy streets or riding bikes.
Am I just freaking out and overprotective? I work in the legal/law field and I see so much bad stuff happen to all people all the time. Am I letting that stuff get to me and sway my judgements? An I just super paranoid or what? I should mention that it makes me kind of nervous anytime I can’t physically see my children when there are people around. McDonald play places, baseball parks, parks, any place.
Let me just say that we recently moved to a neighboring city that I am extremely more comfortable in than where we came from. We live about 6 blocks from Logan’s Elementary school and the Intermediate he will go to is right next door. I just feel like bad stuff happens everywhere, even perfect towns and I want to protect my kids. I just don’t know when I’m supposed to let go.
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