Well, Colorado, you never fail to bring us a Spring snow storm. Or two. Or three.
And Dad totally came through with the whole Frozen, let’s make a snowman thing.
But it wasn’t long before the little bailed on the cold.
Did you think Gooner could build a snowman in anything other than a sparkly dress?
And Q, he is ALWAYS so hot. He’d NEVER turn on the heat if it were up to him. Thankfully for the girls, it isn’t.
The finished product. Clearly Olaf…
And we moved to the boonies. Our view is amazing.
Life is about
Pulling your big sisters hair while she’s sleeping…
And laughing about it.
Eating mango by the creek after a long hike…
And playing soccer with Dad.
Riding in your first parade.
And sidewalk chalk.
Just in time for Duck Dynasty.
Did you miss us? I missed it/you!
I’ve missed blogging to be honest. I threw around the idea of just stopping. My writing was sporadic at best and I was lacking inspiration. Many things contributed to my period of silence. First, Sooner entered our family. Someone once told me that two is a harder adjustment than one or three. As awesome as Sooner is – our family dynamic completely changed. I found myself struggling to find myself. Secondly Q’s job changed. For the past # of years we have been immersed in politics. We lived and breathed politics and then suddenly we didn’t. We were THRILLED with the change. It is infinitely better, but none the less it was a change. Another change for the girls. Another change for this Mama. And this Mama doesn’t handle change all that well. I THEN started cooking crappy foods that to me were more along the lines of comfort instead of healthy. Which leads me directly to working out. I found scheduling a workout with TWO VERY difficult. So, I just stopped for awhile…I was tired of failing. Which is SO not like me. I’ve been going to the gym once or twice a week BUT that is not enough to offset comfort food eating. Which is weird to me. Food doesn’t listen OR talk back…but perhaps this is why I chose it. ? THEN I would find something that works, get on track only to find myself derailed by SOMETHING. Anything. It is true, these are the petrie dish years. Cute Petrie dishes though. And again, someone once told me when I was pregnant with #2 they would pass sickness back and forth, until FINALLY the plague leaves.
And at the end of the day I didn’t feel so much like writing. It isn’t very inspirational to read about struggles… Or is it? I don’t know. I do miss writing about the crazy things that happen in life. The stupid things people say. The hilarity of life with two little ones.
I also take more pictures when I blog. 2013 is bound to be FULL of adventure. We’ve already broken our windshield on the Jeep. Twice. And plenty of chips repaired. The repairmen and I are almost on a first name basis, thanks to our warranty coupled with our adventurous spirits.
I began participating in Aqua Zumba again and have plans to run the Warrior Dash.
I also hit up the Semi-Annual sale at B&B Works…only to find myself with a shower gel smelling of none other than Vanillatini. Welllllllllll, smelling like a vanilla bean doused with stinky liquor while trying to get clean isn’t my IDEAL get clean smell. It will have to do. I’m not about to throw away a steal…some things never change.
“SO, if health is SO important…why don’t you blog about it anymore?”
Welllllll, I STILL think it is important. We STILL drink smoothies about 3X a week. We STILL workout at the gym and at home.
BUT, Sooner was born in February. She is 9 months old and I am STILL breastfeeding. I weigh more than I EVER have sans bebe in belly AND the scale won’t budge DOWN. At all. I KNOW it is normal for some women to lose quickly and others to lose slowly.
As for me, my body is preparing for a MASSIVE food shortage. And I don’t really have anything encouraging to say about it…except don’t give up. I’m not posting photos because for all my hard work there is VERY little visual progression. I’ve toned up a bit and my belly isn’t nearly as round, BUT that is it.
If I work out 6 days a week, watch what I eat…yet my weight remains the same. If I let myself go I gain. Simple as that.
Don’t worry, I’m enjoying my baby and not worrying BUT that doesn’t mean I don’t wish myself thinner every day… I get sorta annoyed when I read that I shouldn’t worry about it but enjoy my baby and where I am at. Thanks, but I work hard and I want to see some REAL results.
Eventually I will stop breastfeeding (for now I am happy with it and so is she) and eventually the weight will come off. So keep on keepin’ on!
I worked hard on a post.
And wordpress deleted it.
So I will leave you with this.
Gooner learning “OU!” Boomer Sooner!
It’s been awhile! We’ve been up to many an adventure!
*Explaining to those that don’t even crawl yet that this is a SOCCER family. That we kick balls and don’t throw them.
*We took the doors off the Jeep er -Arsenal Mobile- and went off roading.
*Hiked up to a beautiful lake for Labor Day, North of Estes Park.
*Took a road trip to Nebraska for a wedding. We had LOADS of fun with friends and family. Gooner realized a wig with multi-colored curls is better than her own…
* Gooner grew up….again.
*Sooner learned that this is a running family: she has to either endure or love it if you want to go to the park afterwards.
* More hiking…surprised?
* Q started traveling more with his job so time together is SUPER special…
*And I tried my hand at door swag.
*This post is not about pumpkin spice OR politics. Shocker.
and her teddy bear.
She is growing up. That teddy bear doesn’t have to go everywhere with us now. We are past having melt downs if she forgets him at home. And when teddy bear is lost it isn’t the end of the world. I thought this day would never come. When teddy bear is left in the dust I will be a little sad. I do NOT wish her childhood away. Even when I’m in the trenches.
or so I thought. I grew up LOVING Amy Grant. I was given – by my parents – every CD ever recorded by her. I counted on receiving a CD of HERS every Christmas. It was fabulous. So, believe me it was awesome when I heard Amy Grant bust out of the radio while driving down I-25. It made this Mama’s heart happy when I heard Gooner making up words to, “Lead Me On.” I had a great childhood and Amy, yes we are CLEARLY on a first name basis, reminded me of happy times with little to no responsibility. UNLESS you count unloading the bottom rack of the dishwasher BIG responsibility. At the time I couldn’t believe my Mom MADE me do SO MUCH WORK… Right….
ANYWAY, the song ended and the radio MORON came on and said, “And that was VINTAGE Amy Grant. We had to go all the way back to 1988 for that one.”
Thanks Serious Radio for calling me PAST VINTAGE. Yah, and I turn 30 this month. Does anyone else see the irony of this???
When I told Q, he laughed. HE LAUGHED. You know, I was doing fine with the new decade until I heard vintage. Now? Now I’ve opened a saving account for wheelchairs and oxygen tanks. Plural, since my husband is vintage too.
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