Weigh in, week 2

Down 6 lbs from the original weight. Down 3 lbs from last week's "official" weight- which did a lot of fluctuating both directions.
I've been really good all week, with the exception of Saturday.
We attended a birthday party, and then a date night, and went out with friends.
I ate 2 grilled hot dogs, a handful of doritos, potato salad, 2 cups of sprite/sherbert punch, chocolate birthday cake, friend mushrooms, salad with full-fat ranch dressing, a loaded baked potato, a 6oz ribeye, bread with lots of butter, and 2 margaritas.
Then I had 3 glasses of wine at the play.
YUM! I fully enjoyed every bite of it, too!

On, I think Friday, I slid comfortably into a pair of jeans that I was on the verge of abandoning.
My face looks really thin, with the exception of that darned double chin. Lol.
I am definitely getting a little validation and seeing some results. My hard work is paying off! Woohoo!

Oh, and I tied for 8th place in the Biggest Loser contest last week.
I hope to place a little higher this week.
Some of the girls that had a really high loss last time seem to be holding steady, while I'll be reporting another 3 lb loss, which is really quite good!

a baby no more?

So, in 13 days- my baby will be 3 years old.

The little baby that still throws her arms around my neck, asks to "hold you me" all day.

The very one that asks me to "rock the baby" at night, with her blanket wrapped around her, then sleeps outside the covers with her feet on my neck.

The sweet little baby that won't even play on a playground if her brother is at school, and that screams her head off with joy as soon as the lock turns because "DADDY'S HOME!"

The little thing that used to be so tiny, I couldn't even find a pair of pants to fit her.
Now, at 42lbs, I can only fit her into stretchy ones.

The girl with the most beautiful curls I have ever seen... not too tight, gorgeous spiral, shiny and bouncy. Oooh... I'm so jealous!
And those eyes... warm and brown. You can just see *love* when you look into them.
I don't think I am biased a bit... she really is the most beautiful little girl on this Earth. ;-)

She loves to dance, and sing, and definitely has a FLAIR for the DRAMATIC!
As I watched a play with friends Saturday night- I kept thinking... I'll bet there are MANY plays in my future. I think my angel was born to preform!

I have her tiny, intimate birthday party in the works. I've decided that she would enjoy just having her 2 best friends there, and so would I. ;-)
As is her perogative, being a woman-in-the-making, she changed her mind. No more "Pink Superman." We're going Care Bears, baby!
So much for the Supergirl stickers and tatoos that are on their way to my door as we speak.

I have her preschool application all ready to turn in. She can't wait until she gets to "Stay at school and say bye-bye Momma."
I think I'll go nuts when I walk away from her. I'll sit behind the wondow and cry until it's time to go home.

3 just seems so BIG. It's a leap from toddler to preschooler. From baby, to child.
And this is my BABY we're talking about.

I remember when Jacob turned 3. I don't really remember when he turned 4, or got to be almost 5! It flew by, FLEW, and it breaks my heart.
And now we're going to strap those wings on the little one.

You all know how I get on their birthdays. Hell- birthdays in general. I can watch waiters singing "happy birthday" to a kid in a resteraunt and tear up.
But when it's MY babies, well, the word maudlin comes to mind. One of those SAT words that stuck with me, lol.
I'll cry for weeks, hug them tighter and more often, choke down some cake through my tears... and finally accept the fact that they are going to grow all the way up.
Until the next birthday that is, when I'll have to repeat the whole process.

Laugh at me. I don't care. If it's a crime to love my babies too much... well then, I'll have my husband cuff me later tonight. Lol!

Roll play,

Most of my day is spent being called anything but Momma.
Lately, I am either "Pig" or "Lenny" or "Mommy Jaguar" or "SuperMom." The last is my personal favorite.

That is because my lovely, imaginative little girl loves to roll play.
Usually, we are the Wonderpets. We sing our theme song, make our flyboat, say "OOOooooo," and save the day.
Sometimes she is "Arnold," the little pig, so I am "Pig," her big cousin. Jacob will have to be "Kipper," our friend that's a dog. Then we play all sorts of games. Basically, whatever these characters did on their PBS show that day.
Of course- we play Supers a LOT. I cannot tell you how much I love "flying" around the house with a blanket tied on my neck. Weeeee...

More Jacob-isms

Last night we were racing to Jacob's bedroom to put pajamas on.
The little booger started pushing me so he could get past!

I said "Hey! You're pushing me!"
He replies, very logically "Momma. I HAD to win!"

Then we were picking t-shirts to wear to bed. Among our options is one that says "Yeah, I know. Go to my room."
I read it to him, and he says "Because I always get in trouble."
I asked "Do you get in trouble a lot?"
"Well... sometimes I do. And sometimes I don't."

He was carrying around a shoebox last night, with the lid on. Lucy was chasing him around the house, dying to know what was in his "secret box."
He told her "Lucy- that is for me to know, and you not to figure out."

Poor fella missed school Thursday, and he is still pretty congested and tired today (Monday). I am really hoping he gets to go tomorrow. He loves it SO much now (as does miss Punkin, for the 30 seconds she gets to run in)!
Plus- I can't wait to see what he has to say when I pick him up. Lol!

Never a dull moment

Last night after the 15th time I had sent my son to bed, he responded with "Okay momma. Whatever you say so."

15 seconds later he came back in with an odd smirk on his face and asked "ummm... did I just say that?"
I said "yes, you did." (still chuckling)

He laughs and says "Okay" and went to bed.

Today, I hear my kids arguing over the bathroom.
Lucy yells "No! I want to poo poo."
Figuring this is one of their wierd games, and the fact that she has already pooped today- I ignore them.

5 minutes later she brings me a bucket of liquid. Warm.
"did you pee pee in this bucket?" I ask.
"No." she says certainly.
I sniff it. Eeeeew.
"Lucy. Did you pee pee in the bucket?"
"no." She says again, hiding her face with he hair and walking away.

Yea, she did.
I didn't even know what to say.
Peeing in a bucket is super gross...
But that's really a huge step in the potty training direction...
Also nice aim for someone who is barely out of diapers. Lol.

So I told her: We don't pee in buckets, we pee in the potty. But I am very proud that you didn't wet your panties! (shrug)

Kids.

Weigh in- week 1

I am really bummed about this weigh in.
Yesterday morning I weighed myself, and I was down 6 pounds! Woohoo!
But today, I am back up 4 of those. WTH? I am so upset. I weighed myself no less than 30 times today, and finally managed to get down one more pound. So I started at **6, yesterday I was **0, and today I am **3.
I must be retaining water or something. Ugh.

I also think I need a new scale. Is it really normal to fluctuate THAT much? Jeez!

So... I guess that the coca-cola portion of my life has passed. I miss it, haven't had one in 11 days now. GAWD I miss my nice, cold, bubbly stuff.
I have had about 1 coke zero a day, but it's not the same. I can't even finish them. That is just my way of battling the caffiene withdrawels, and tricking myself into thinking I'm satisfied.
It doesn't work.
(well... if you pour some nice parrot bay rum in there, they aren't all that bad, But I don't think rum is good for the old diet!)

I've been so, SO good. I am ready for some kind of reward.
I can't have a cookie, but I can't see results either. I damned if I do, damned if I don't. Stupid diet.

I'll update next Monday.

Quote of the day

"Superheroes don't have time to pick up their toys. They have savin' to do!"
~Jacob, age 4 yrs 9 mos

I wish that I would write down every word that comes out of my childrens' mouths.
They really crack me up.
Jacob talks SO much now, about so many random things. He just blows me away with the stuff he knows, and the way his little mind works. He is also learning to argue, negotiate, and reason with us- sometimes it's fun, usually it is not.
And Lucy- I am just happy to hear her talking at all. Every time she says, well- pretty much ANYTHING- I can't help but grin.
"I'm MOMMA's girl!" is a big favorite. We hear lots of "I'm so HONgry" and "I wanna peanut butter sammich" and "Jacob do dat." Oh, and of course, we talk about her "pink superman party" every single day. She also wants to "Stay at school and say 'bye bye momma'" just as soon as possible.

It's not cute

Apparently, some people think this is cute-
Negativity, "speaking your mind," being judgemental, and acting tough.

No. It's not.

Bad attitudes really get me down.
Judgement and superiority complexes really tick me off.
I call it "Being a bitch."

So- here are a few pointers:
*Manners are cool, kids.
*Just because you think something, doesn't mean you have to say it.
*Opinions are like a-holes, and you know the rest...
*It's okay to be polite, even NICE. It doesn't make you weak.
*You don't know as much as you think you know. I promise.
*And for goodness sake people- let's all be HAPPY!

I want to be the biggest loser

I am participating in a "biggest loser" contest.
Can I just say- it's day 3- and I have come to a conclusion. Dieting just doesn't agree with me.

I want a coke. I want a cheeseburger. I have a headache, and I am grumpy.

But I'm not quitting.
I have decided that I want to lose 40lbs. That is to be at *my* ideal weight. Perfection.

I'm doing this in baby steps. Not killing myself. Just making small, healthy changes. Drinking more water. Avoiding sodas as much as possible. Only snacking on healthy foods. Making a conscious effort to excercise and eat good things.

I may not win the contest- but I can't really lose here, can I?

Go away!

To my headache, that is.
I want to take the monkeys to the park today, before it gets COLD this weekend.

This morning Cotton and I planned what we'll do with out lottery winnings. I'm sorry to say- some of you aren't getting jack from us. Deal with it. But then, some of you are. When the check gets here, I guess you'll all find out.
Oh, and I hope he rememebers to buy a ticket today.
We just missed a $122 million jackpot! Dang it!

my kid is wierd

He eats like a little bird all day.
Refuses breakfast. Picks at lunch. Has a tiny snack. Picks at dinner. On school days he *will* actually be starving when I pick him up, but that's only twice a week

So... every night at about 7-8PM, let the binge begin! The kid eats non stop for hours- just try to stop him!

Starting around 7ish tonight he had: an apple, carrot sticks, a ham and cheese sandwich, cookies, orange juice, another apple, an ice cream cone, more cookies, peanut butter, grape juice, a glass of water, and finally the doritos he kept begging for! GAH!
And I even turned him down on a few things.

I firmly believe that young children eat when they need to eat, and stop when they need to stop. At least, my children do.
I have never forced them to eat anything, and never denied them healthy food.
Bad eating habits are something we learn, they are not innate.
So- I'm rolling with him on this. But it's still wierd. ;)

since I don't do resolutions

here are some things from 2006 that I am proud of:

*I put myself out there, I risked being hurt
*I did the right thing
*I told my babies how much I love them every day
*I savored the little moments
*I listened to my son, no matter how long he talked or how many times he started over
*I picked my battles
*I read books, and talked to people, and learned that the best way to "handle" Lucy is to let her be Lucy
*I learned to be away from my son a little, and I survived it
*I learned to sew
*I had people actually pay money, good money, to buy things I made
*I went on a vacation
*I went on dates with my husband, even when I was really too tired
*I took better care of my feet
*I put myself in other people's shoes
*I made new friends
*I kept my house cleaner
*I tried different wines, and learned what I like
*I did a lot of forgiving
*I told my brother how much I love him
*I gave my husband and son some darn good haircuts
*I learned to make tortilla soup
*I learned to make guacamole
*I spared people's feelings, even when I didn't want to
*I caught fish
*I did things that were inconvenient, and made me uncomfortable, to help others
*I supported my best friend
*I tried to be more patient
*I tried harder, just for my husband
*I found new things to love about my husband
*I found new things to love about my kids
*I found new things to love about MYSELF

It seems I had a pretty good year, and life is only getting better!

and just like that

it's over.
My chest hurts- I swear I didn't breathe at all for 10 minutes.

Poor Romo. I want to cry for him. Can you even imagine how he must feel? Wow.

That was one hell of a season... what a roller coaster ride.
I'm almost glad it's over. Almost.
Let's work on the kid, draft some new defense, go ahead and get rid of TO, and take it home next season.
Yep- that's MY plan, anyway.

blah, blah, blah

Happy New Year, people. 2007 is here!

So far I've pretty much just sat at home and dealt with a sick kiddo. Woohoo!

But, we have had some fun on the homefront:

I discovered that Jacob has been doing my sudoku. He only wrote 8's, but hey- maybe it was the only number that would fit!
I knew the kid was a *genius*, right Brooks?

Lucy found a party supply catalog and flipped her lid.
She came screaming to me "I WANT DIS ONE! I WANT DIS ONE! A PINK SUPERMAN PARTY!!! I WANT DIS ONE!"
The child has been obsessed with her "boofday" for weeks, but she's been saying it will be "a pink burr-burrs party."
I mean, it's only 2 months away. Why stay calm for so long?
She's so stinkin cute!

I'm glad I didn't order the supplies yet!

Potty training was going SO WELL- until a week long stomach bug hit the girl. She's been "solid" for a day and a half, and asked for her panties tonight, so I'm hoping we can stay on the road to diaper free land!

We've been watching lots of football on Cotton's new favorite posession. Some good, some OH SO BAD.
Pllleeeeeeaaaaasse let us beat the Sea Hawks on Saturday. PLEASE!

I bought new tweezers and went to town on my eyebrows tonight, after waiting far too long. They look fabulous, if I do say so myself.
No pictures, sorry.

I bought bunches of new fabric, and have tons of ideas swimming around in my head. I amy actually sit down and design something concrete soon. Maybe.

Jacob decided he does not want to play soccer in the spring. It's still up in the air, though.
He is afraid of getting a new coach.
We may try something new instead... karate? We'll see!

School starts back next week. I am not one of those parents that is glad. I am oh-so-sad. I like having my boy with me all day.
He has a field trip- without me- riding the BUS next week, too.
I am fairly freaked out, but am not going to let MY anxiety ruin his fun.
And I hear it's only a 3.5 minute ride. So.... I can probably tough it out.

Hmmm... that about covers week one of 2007. I hope yours was just as exciting!