Whole30 Day 3 – Talking Detox

I bit the bullet and started The Whole30. Every day has proved different from the last.

I’m just following a plan and doing it.

I’m ONLY on Day 3, so I don’t want to say too much. I WILL say that in three days my stomach bloat disappeared, which feels better, and more comfortable.

I WILL also say that detox is no joke. The headaches – no joke.

BUT I’m taking the approach of Miss Mustard Seed, enjoying the food I can consume, over those not beneficial to my health. Is it not better to focus on the positive? I’ve made quite a few tweaks to Breakfast and Lunch, but Supper has been largely the same. What HAS surprised me is how satisfied I am. I thought without bread and tortilla’s to fill me up I’d be hungry all the time. I’m not.

You can do anything for 30 days, yah?

I’ve enjoyed reading Stephaie’s Whole30/Paleo Journey as well.

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Whole30 ???

My diet needs a jump start. Diet as in the way I eat, not like Slim Fast.

This time last year I was pregnant. Looking good during the summer was not even a thought! Well, the other day I pulled out my capris. Capris that SHOULD fit…but don’t. Enter Whole30. I’ve had around ten friends do this nightmare body reset and ALL of them lost between 15-20 pounds. And it helped jumpstart them on a healthy lifestyle.

Hmmmmmmmm. No grains. No beans. No dairy. No sugar. Holy yuck. Looks like vegetables, meat, cheese and eggs to me! Nuts? This sounds awful. It sounds difficult. challenging. I don’t even know.

Any thoughts? It is ONLY for 30 days. This isn’t meant as forever, but it is to curb cravings and addictions. Advice?DSCN0989 We found an outhouse on one of our hikes. Dids and I pretended to “go” and you can tell by her face that she was thrilled. Just keeping it classy folks! She was ecstatic to pseudo squat over a huge abandoned hole. I’m just glad the bees weren’t out. There are some places bees shouldn’t sting!

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Three girls.

This girl.DSCN0951

She loves fashion. And shoes. And her Dad’s boots.


She’s not the only one… Q looks handsome in boots. He looks handsome in anything.


And Did’s…she wanted pictures to stop and chocolate eating to commence.



So Easter was fun this year. The girls are older. Grandma made matching dresses. We have a church we love. So I was excited when we sat down for service that Saturday night. It was then that the lady next to me exclaimed, “I KNOW YOU! You are the woman with ALL THOSE KIDS!”

“Really? I only have three.” – Me.

“THREE! GIRLS???? All GIRLS?” – Her.

“Yes three girls. Do I know you?” – Me.

“Yes! Our husbands play soccer together.” -Her.


Can’t you tell we were immediate best friends? I always love when folks judge me. Especially to my face. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh, or smack her in the face. I did neither. I turned my body away from her and sipped my spearmint tea. Fuming. FUMING. Frankly I love my family of 5. And our HUGE brood of 3 children. Our full quiver of children leaves me dying for a reality TV show to extrapolate on my chaotic life. Of three. In fact, I’ve had a couple of Mom’s tell me I’m Wonderwoman because I can “easily handle THREE children.” Q calls me Wonderwoman because he thinks I’m awesome.

A neighbor just told Q he should, “get snipped” during March Madness, for obvious reasons. A female neighbor said this. We were out on a family walk with our swarm of three minions -one in a stroller- causing all kinds of havoc on the sidewalk, running and skipping. I could see why Q and I should run to the nearest clinic to get our problem taken care of. Although, I was talking to a former cop once who told me that a physician gave HIMSELF a vasectomy…so there is always that option… But it will have to wait for next March. Oh wait, would Shark Week work? Let me call my neighbor. Or the lady from church. I wouldn’t want to make a personal decision personally.

Do people comment on how many kids you have? Is it just me? Do people talk to you about your birth control or when and how you should stop having children? This NEVER happened when I had 2. I’m glad we had a 3rd!


Welcome to the circus! – Luv Wonderwoman

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Brazil Butt Lift Workout DVD

I finally bit the bullet and ordered The Brazil Butt Lift. I’ve been wanting it for awhile, but I had P90X and Turbo Fire in the back of my mind. I truly enjoy Turbo Fire…but I just wasn’t seeing the results that I wanted in my legs. It is also a 45 to 60 minute high intensity workout and when you stop to

  • help a child to the bathroom
  • change a diaper
  • get someone a snack
  • split up a fight
  • put someone to bed…

I honestly am dealing with that just fine, but once my heart rate goes down from such an extreme place, it is hard to just jump right in. And so this became my excuse; I didn’t WANT to workout because I was never able to complete it fully. And then I would get angry at my 3 year old who just wants a drink… And being a Mom IS more important so…

Then I had the idea to just do what you can. Ha, yah, I can usually do about 5 minutes of a workout before someone needs something. Wake up early you say? I tried that too. Nope, I end up waking ALL three of them. Every. Single. Time. I’m not sure if they sense that I’m occupied, hear the pounding, see the light or ? BUT, then I end up working out while Q tries to get himself out the door with children following him around crying and asking for breakfast. And for some CRAZY reason they don’t want DAD to help get breakfast they want MOM to help.

Enter Brazil Butt Lift. The box arrived. I took my measurements and before pics AGAIN. I’m getting ready for some after photos, if you know what I mean?

I haven’t posted all that much about my workouts. About the evolution of my health and diet. Truth? One reader emailed telling me that she was no longer interested in reading my blog because I was always failing. Clearly I wasn’t ready to lose weight…or I would. I’m not sure when I started caring what other people think so much. Maybe it is because I DO feel like I’m failing in weight loss and fitness. Or did. That is past tense. I’m two weeks into BBL and I love it. The girls love it. I’ve already had to pause it…and it isn’t the worst thing in the world. It is pretty easy to dive right back in.

And my photos won’t load. Sad day indeed!

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A Fashion Fairytale/ Castlewood Canyon

First off, would the record please show that I no longer have much sway in what Gooner – she said I can call her “Nook” as a nickname – chooses to wear. She thought this outfit was, “SO awesome!”If it is too short or too tight I pull rank. BUT she has definite fashion opinions and I’m ok with that. She looks fabulous in her stripes and is normally the best dressed thanks to her Grandma who spares no expense in making dresses. And Sooner? Why wouldn’t you wear a turkey shirt on our Valentine’s hike?  DSCN0866

I’m using the word hike loosely here. With all the snow we’ve been getting, paved trails are all we can do. Le sigh. I’m thankful for them.DSCN0860 We are missing the outdoors! This is the beauty of Colorado; you have beautiful days mixed among the winter freeze!

Q is an amazing Dad. He just wants to hike, while the girls just want mountain snack. This means all the girls want to do is stop and eat…even though they weren’t hungry. They wanted cookies, which we use as bait to make hiking look SUPER enticing. It works.DSCN0872

Black hair gets hot. And it matched her clothing. Clearly anything would match at this point!DSCN0862

And the 3rd Edition? Yah, let’s call her Dimples. She is SO HAPPY! Almost all the time. She’s easy. She’s awesome. She’s the 3rd child. Birth order matters people.

l am so excited for more hiking! DSCN0869I’m enjoying the stage of “the littles” but I’m so excited for when everyone is old enough to camp! But seriously, I could snuggle Dimples ALL DAY LONG!

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DSCN0765I’m pretty annoyed with all the folks posting pictures of their sick kids on Facebook. Half naked children – post puking – in a salad bowl. A salad bowl I will never trust again if I ever dine at your home, since we all know that said salad bowl is your designated PUKE BOWL. Sick. More importantly, it is sad that small children, who feel MISERABLE – clearly since they are stringy haired and falling asleep in front of the TV on a towel covered couch – are now all over the web. I feel sad. When I’m sick, I like to stay in my bed. And never shower. And I won’t brush my hair. I’m lovely. But I don’t want Q to post any pics of me on FB when I look so NASTY. So why do people do this to their children? I don’t understand. Your children don’t look cute post puke. Is this a way to show how awesome you are as a mother because you made it through a puke fest? WHY DO YOU DO IT? Won’t this embarrass your children?

Me? I’ll just be a hypocrite and post awesome photos of bad hair. My kids have AWESOME hair.

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Snow, Keep on Coming!

Colorado welcomed 2015 with snow. And lots of it!    DSCN0801 DSCN0802

I’m currently burning a candle that says, “Merry Christmas 2013.” I want it finished. I don’t even like the smell very much. Why do I save candles anyway? I always want a fresh new scent each season. Christmas was awesome and my Mom made the girls Christmas dresses! They were so pretty! DSCN0776

Looking back at 2014 is bittersweet. I’ve been reading a lot of FB posts telling people to stop living in the past and just LOOK AT THE FUTURE! Q and I LOVE to look at the past year. What goals/targets did we set…and did we make them? Were our goals too lofty or too easy? If we didn’t make them, why? If we did make them, what is next? We set quarter targets. Yearly targets. A five-year plan and a ten-year plan. Yup, we are planners. We do love spontaneity, but planning is where the magic happens!

Last year was big for us. We bought a house, DSCN0185bought a second vehicle DSCN0579and had a baby. DSCN0314We also tried a lot of weird/strange foods in the name of health. Can you guess what Q is eating?DSCN0073 I’m looking forward to this year. More hikes. More soccer. More adventure!

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The Santa Express

I had high expectations. The train ride incorporates a jolly old elf, Christmas carols, constant entertainment and a visit from Kris Kringle himself. Destination North Pole, decorated with 30,000 Christmas Lights.

Grandma and Grandpa bought tickets for the family and off we went to Canon City. DSCN0710Who says girls don’t like trains? These girls LOVED it.DSCN0714 For them is was magical. DSCN0719Although the train made a lot of stops and they were a little bored at times. The sights weren’t as mesmerizing as I thought they’d be. DSCN0739We were at the bottom of the gorge so we saw loads of rocks. For some reason I thought we’d go UP and have amazing views and vistas. DSCN0740The most exciting thing to look at was the pipeline running down the mountain that used to transport water. DSCN0742Santa bellowed and woke up the 3rd Edition, who then screamed her lil head off.  The girls loved it. He was a pretty good Santa. Gooner asked for, “any toy” and Sooner asked for “Bubbles.” Could my Santa’s job get any easier??? DSCN0748

The girls loved it. We loved getting away. I’m so glad we went! BUT, it wasn’t exactly what I thought it was going to be. The elves were not super jolly. They were students afraid of making fools of themselves. And the elf in our car had a thong that kept peaking out her short shorts. Thankfully the girls were loving the moment and too involved with the magicalness – spell check says that isn’t a word. It is. – to care.

The girls are so blessed by their Grandma and Grandpa!

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“I have cancer,” she said.

Friendship is different as an adult. I don’t want to spend my one free evening a week drinking vino with someone other than a GOOD friend. I don’t want to give up time with my man. I don’t want to give up time with my kids. Right now I have little ones. Right now I live in a bubble. A bubble that includes breast-feeding and zero pedicures. When I drink wine, it isn’t after hours of doing my hair with perfect lipstick. No, when I drink wine I’m staring through a glass marked with water stains because I forgot to buy rinse for the dishwasher, at my husband, thankful he loves me just the way I am. I’m thankful I made it through another day of vomit, sticky fingers, runny noses, constant hunger and little girl fighting. My evenings are not spent with girlfriends – getting away from the fray. No, my nights and weekends are spent snuggling little girls, reading bedtime stories, fitting in a shower,  princess teas, magical games, braided hair, warm hugs, many kisses, toothless smiles, baby milestones, first words, first READ words, sisterly hugs, dance parties, barbie, and full bellies. I love my family. They are my priority.

I don’t have to be friends with everyone. Nor do I want to. So when Gooner started school I was wary. I didn’t gush on everyone. I didn’t join in on “mothers craft night.” Who even thinks of such a thing? But I did see another mother, if given the right circumstances, thought we could be friends. But we never pursued past drop off and pick up. In fact, I didn’t even know her name.

Until one day in October I saw her in the parking lot. We’d already dropped the girls off and we were both walking back to our vehicles. She looked different. Like maybe something was bothering her. And so I asked her how she was doing. Like Mom to Mom, “are you ok?”

“I have cancer,” she said. And then we hugged. She stared past me at the mountains. Two moms in the school parking lot. Fall leaves whipping about. A shared burden. The realization that life is finite. That you aren’t always in control, if ever.

And so our friendship began. Three little words. The very next day she’d been to the doctor and we had more to talk about. She would be having a double mastectomy. We talked about the angel wing scar.

The day of her surgery I felt weepy. Friends for a moment, but a life time of hurt.

And now she’s cancer free. She’s recovering. I’ll see her for the first time since she went in. Babies make everyone feel better right?DSCN0586

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DSCN0537I am rarely in photos these days.DSCN0546 I’m always behind the lens. DSCN0619Doing my best to capture precious moments that are fleeting. My every day is filled with sticky hands and big hugs. I’m ok with that. I love it. My parents were visiting for Thanksgiving and I can’t wait to download the photos!

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