Tuesday, January 31, 2012
BMW
Our good friends just had a baby, whose initials are BMW. I think that's pretty sweet. I was lucky enough to take her pictures. She is so adorable! This little angel was the best baby I've photographed ever! She slept the entire time. Even though we kept moving her around. It was amazing. It was like she was made to be a model. :) Here are a couple of my favorites for her mom and dad.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sprint Triathlon Training: Week 3
Today sucked. I'm sorry but it did. I woke up this morning less than excited about training today. I just wanted to stay at home and be lazy. I kept telling myself that once I worked out I would be glad I did.
FALSE.
I worked out. And all I can think is at least it's over with. What happened to all that excitement from last week? Don't know. Honestly, every step, ever stroke, every rotation of the pedals, I tried talking myself into quitting. I told myself I was too tired/hungry/good looking to finish (ok, the last one isn't true).
You'd think I'd be super excited to go this week since I bought goggles, a swim cap, and even a speedo swimsuit. Yeah. I'm that serious. But I think those things partially killed my excitement. I put them on and looked like somebody who knows what they're doing when they swim. But once I got into the pool, it would become clear I'm just a wanna be.
But I do Wanna Be. So I'll keep going.
I'm still glad I finished and I don't have to do it again until next week.
Swimming: 14 laps, 350 meters, ? I didn't really time it. Probably 40 minutes. I took a lot of breaks.
Biking: 12 miles: 21 minutes.
Running. 2.4 miles, 30 minutes even. I run for 3 minutes and walk for one minute and repeat 6 times. I hated every second of those three minutes, but I feel that way every time I move up a training week for running.
Weight: 192.5
FALSE.
I worked out. And all I can think is at least it's over with. What happened to all that excitement from last week? Don't know. Honestly, every step, ever stroke, every rotation of the pedals, I tried talking myself into quitting. I told myself I was too tired/hungry/good looking to finish (ok, the last one isn't true).
You'd think I'd be super excited to go this week since I bought goggles, a swim cap, and even a speedo swimsuit. Yeah. I'm that serious. But I think those things partially killed my excitement. I put them on and looked like somebody who knows what they're doing when they swim. But once I got into the pool, it would become clear I'm just a wanna be.
But I do Wanna Be. So I'll keep going.
I'm still glad I finished and I don't have to do it again until next week.
Swimming: 14 laps, 350 meters, ? I didn't really time it. Probably 40 minutes. I took a lot of breaks.
Biking: 12 miles: 21 minutes.
Running. 2.4 miles, 30 minutes even. I run for 3 minutes and walk for one minute and repeat 6 times. I hated every second of those three minutes, but I feel that way every time I move up a training week for running.
Weight: 192.5
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Proud of myself
I'm helping throw a baby shower for my sister-in-law, Amber, and she super into Giraffes for the baby. So after looking around everywhere, I couldn't find any invites with a giraffe that weren't expensive. So I decided to try and make the invites myself. It only took about an hour, but I'm pretty proud of how it turned out! What do you think? (only answer that if you like them.)
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sprint Triathlon Training: Week 2
I'm pretty sure signing up for this Triathlon was one of the best things I've done in a LONG time! I don't know why I was so nervous before. I find that now I look forward to Monday for days. It's gone from one of my least favorite days, to probably one of my favorite. I did much better today, and I'm sure next week will be even better.
Run: 2.5 miles 26 minutes (Yeah, I'm working on this one, don't worry I have a plan)
Bike: 12 Miles, 33 minutes
Swim: 12 laps, 25 minutes.
Weight: 194.
So I'm working on improving all of my times, especially running and swimming. And I have to say that I'm quite proud of myself for finishing all 12 laps today. When I got to the locker room I discovered it was full of loud teenage girls. When I got out to the pool I quickly noticed that all of the lanes, with the exception of one, was taken by a swim team of what seemed like 50 kids ranging from the ages of 14 to 17. Then, on the other side of this one open lane, there was another swim team with 7 or 8 kids ranging from the ages of 7 to 11 or so. Then there was my lane in the middle. Now, swimming with novice swimmers I can hold my own, and actually I do really well against novice swimmers. However, when put up against swimmers who are one: have better form, two: have figured out how to breathe out of their nose under water, and three: have been swimming a lot longer than I have, I kind of look like a tool. Ok, maybe not, but that's how I felt.
I stood there after having assessed the scene in front of me and really considered turning around and going home. After all, I had just run and biked. That was good enough right?
But there is that part of me that can't quit once I commit to something. So I dropped the towel and headed for the one open lane. I did my best to ignore the kids around me, and actually I as keeping up with some of them as they swam free-style...until they noticed that I was keeping up, and actually started putting some effort into it, then they schooled me. As I rested in between laps, I noticed that even the 7 year olds had the breathing down. I was faster, but only because I'm a little (and I mean a LITTLE stronger) than they are. I wanted to get out of the pool after lap 4 because with all the swimming that was going on around me there were waves in my lane and I was having a hard time breathing. But I kept going. On one of the backstrokes I passed the flags and thought, "I should be getting to the wall any second now" so I tipped my head back a tiny bit to see how close I was, when my head hit the wall. I stopped swimming, as you do when a wall stops you, and smiled at myself. I also noticed the life guard who had been watching me was trying really hard to hide his laughing. :) That's ok, laugh. It was kind of funny. Luckily, I hadn't been going at full speed, because if I had, I'm sure my head would probably have a...very small bump. lol.
I called my mom on the way home and asked her to come with me next week to see if she can teach me how to breathe better while free-style swimming. :) I'll let you know how it goes.
On a side note, I have to Share this AWESOME/Healthy recipe with you. It literally takes 5 minutes to put together.
Chicken Enchilada Soup
1 diced onion
2 chicken breasts (I left mine frozen)
1 can black beans, rinsed
2 cans diced tomatoes
1 can diced green chilis (8 oz)
1 can green enchilada sauce (15 oz)
1 can chicken broth.
Through all the ingredients in a slow cooker and cook on high for 4-5 hours. Shred the chicken and let cook for 1 more hour. Top with your favorite Mexican toppings. :)
Weights watchers Points Plus: 2 points per serving. (makes 15 servings)
Run: 2.5 miles 26 minutes (Yeah, I'm working on this one, don't worry I have a plan)
Bike: 12 Miles, 33 minutes
Swim: 12 laps, 25 minutes.
Weight: 194.
So I'm working on improving all of my times, especially running and swimming. And I have to say that I'm quite proud of myself for finishing all 12 laps today. When I got to the locker room I discovered it was full of loud teenage girls. When I got out to the pool I quickly noticed that all of the lanes, with the exception of one, was taken by a swim team of what seemed like 50 kids ranging from the ages of 14 to 17. Then, on the other side of this one open lane, there was another swim team with 7 or 8 kids ranging from the ages of 7 to 11 or so. Then there was my lane in the middle. Now, swimming with novice swimmers I can hold my own, and actually I do really well against novice swimmers. However, when put up against swimmers who are one: have better form, two: have figured out how to breathe out of their nose under water, and three: have been swimming a lot longer than I have, I kind of look like a tool. Ok, maybe not, but that's how I felt.
I stood there after having assessed the scene in front of me and really considered turning around and going home. After all, I had just run and biked. That was good enough right?
But there is that part of me that can't quit once I commit to something. So I dropped the towel and headed for the one open lane. I did my best to ignore the kids around me, and actually I as keeping up with some of them as they swam free-style...until they noticed that I was keeping up, and actually started putting some effort into it, then they schooled me. As I rested in between laps, I noticed that even the 7 year olds had the breathing down. I was faster, but only because I'm a little (and I mean a LITTLE stronger) than they are. I wanted to get out of the pool after lap 4 because with all the swimming that was going on around me there were waves in my lane and I was having a hard time breathing. But I kept going. On one of the backstrokes I passed the flags and thought, "I should be getting to the wall any second now" so I tipped my head back a tiny bit to see how close I was, when my head hit the wall. I stopped swimming, as you do when a wall stops you, and smiled at myself. I also noticed the life guard who had been watching me was trying really hard to hide his laughing. :) That's ok, laugh. It was kind of funny. Luckily, I hadn't been going at full speed, because if I had, I'm sure my head would probably have a...very small bump. lol.
I called my mom on the way home and asked her to come with me next week to see if she can teach me how to breathe better while free-style swimming. :) I'll let you know how it goes.
On a side note, I have to Share this AWESOME/Healthy recipe with you. It literally takes 5 minutes to put together.
Chicken Enchilada Soup
1 diced onion
2 chicken breasts (I left mine frozen)
1 can black beans, rinsed
2 cans diced tomatoes
1 can diced green chilis (8 oz)
1 can green enchilada sauce (15 oz)
1 can chicken broth.
Through all the ingredients in a slow cooker and cook on high for 4-5 hours. Shred the chicken and let cook for 1 more hour. Top with your favorite Mexican toppings. :)
Weights watchers Points Plus: 2 points per serving. (makes 15 servings)
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sprint Triathlon Training: Day 1
Day 1:
8am. What was I thinking? Is it too late to back out of this? I feel a tickle in my throat. I'm sure I'm getting sick. I should just skip working out today. I'll start training tomorrow...or Saturday. I also got an hour of sleep last night, so I bet if I work out I'll be too tired to do anything else today.
2 pm: Both kids are asleep. I should go running. I feel like I have water in my lungs. I'm pretty sure it would make me cough like crazy the rest of the day. Oh yeah, I'm really tired. I think instead of running I'll go lie down, but I should work out today. I promise I'll do it before bed tonight.
4:30 pm: If I don't do it now, I won't do it. Swimsuit, check. Work out clothes, check. Running shoes, check. Wow, I'm actually excited for this. I haven't been swimming for a long time. Last time was a year ago. After four laps I was boom roasted. Shakey the rest of the day. Ok, Rachel. You know what? Even if you can only swim two laps today, that's a start. You've got until May to build up to 12.
5pm: I pull up to the rec center. What was I thinking signing up for a triathlon? The running, I can build up to, the biking not a big deal. But the swimming. I'm pretty sure it's going to kill me. Oh the horror. Well, now that I've gotten other people involved, and paid the $, it's too late to back out now, and if I don't start training, I won't be able to do it.
Laura meets me, and we exchange looks. We know exactly what the other is thinking. What were we thinking? Oh well. What's done is done, and now we have a few months to get ready. And this will give us the push we need to gets our behinds moving, and start dropping weight like it's too hot to carry.
We go into the cardio room. Bikes on. Set for 20 minutes. Hmmm. This isn't too bad. 4 minutes and I've done almost 3 miles.
20 minutes. 8 miles. Not bad. Now for the hard part. The swimming. I strip off my workout clothes, and come out in a swim suit. Lucky for me the walk from the showers to the pool wasn't too far. Not a lot of people here. Good. Now I won't have to suffer humiliation in front of everybody. (because of course, everybody watching me). I jump in one lane, Laura jumps in the lane next to me. Each lap is 25 meters. So we need to do 12. Alright let's get started.
1- small break. Not too bad.
2-small break. I could keep going.
3-4-5 Take a breather. My stroke at the end is getting a little sloppy.
6-backstroke. Just for fun.
7-Holy cow! My legs are burning, but I'm not nearly as tired as I thought.
8-Slowing down a touch, but I could keep going.
I get to the end of the pool and realize I did much better than I thought. I CAN DO THIS!!! If I already can swim 8 of 12 laps, and not be tired, PLUS an 8 mile bike ride. By May I should be completely ready to go for the sprint Triathlon!
Try to pull myself out of the side of the pool without the ladder. Failed on the first attempt. Shakier than I thought. Ended up on my tummy, kind of like a beach whale trying to get out of the water. (I'm not calling myself a beached whale, that's just the image that came to mind as I was attempting to get out of the pool). Failed attempt at a graceful/athletic/cool exit from the pool. Good thing there isn't anybody who's paying attention.
What was I scared of? I wish I could come here and do this every day! I can't wait until next Monday! This is so fun! Now I have to get a hair cap, ear plugs, and a good pair of goggles. I'm so excited for this!
Run: 2.5 miles in 30 minutes
Swim: 8 laps (200 meters) in ? wasn't timing.
Biking: 8 miles in 20 minutes.
Weight: 195
Days until triathlon: 124 days=4 months 3 days
Will I be sore tomorrow? Without a doubt. But good sore.
8am. What was I thinking? Is it too late to back out of this? I feel a tickle in my throat. I'm sure I'm getting sick. I should just skip working out today. I'll start training tomorrow...or Saturday. I also got an hour of sleep last night, so I bet if I work out I'll be too tired to do anything else today.
2 pm: Both kids are asleep. I should go running. I feel like I have water in my lungs. I'm pretty sure it would make me cough like crazy the rest of the day. Oh yeah, I'm really tired. I think instead of running I'll go lie down, but I should work out today. I promise I'll do it before bed tonight.
4:30 pm: If I don't do it now, I won't do it. Swimsuit, check. Work out clothes, check. Running shoes, check. Wow, I'm actually excited for this. I haven't been swimming for a long time. Last time was a year ago. After four laps I was boom roasted. Shakey the rest of the day. Ok, Rachel. You know what? Even if you can only swim two laps today, that's a start. You've got until May to build up to 12.
5pm: I pull up to the rec center. What was I thinking signing up for a triathlon? The running, I can build up to, the biking not a big deal. But the swimming. I'm pretty sure it's going to kill me. Oh the horror. Well, now that I've gotten other people involved, and paid the $, it's too late to back out now, and if I don't start training, I won't be able to do it.
Laura meets me, and we exchange looks. We know exactly what the other is thinking. What were we thinking? Oh well. What's done is done, and now we have a few months to get ready. And this will give us the push we need to gets our behinds moving, and start dropping weight like it's too hot to carry.
We go into the cardio room. Bikes on. Set for 20 minutes. Hmmm. This isn't too bad. 4 minutes and I've done almost 3 miles.
20 minutes. 8 miles. Not bad. Now for the hard part. The swimming. I strip off my workout clothes, and come out in a swim suit. Lucky for me the walk from the showers to the pool wasn't too far. Not a lot of people here. Good. Now I won't have to suffer humiliation in front of everybody. (because of course, everybody watching me). I jump in one lane, Laura jumps in the lane next to me. Each lap is 25 meters. So we need to do 12. Alright let's get started.
1- small break. Not too bad.
2-small break. I could keep going.
3-4-5 Take a breather. My stroke at the end is getting a little sloppy.
6-backstroke. Just for fun.
7-Holy cow! My legs are burning, but I'm not nearly as tired as I thought.
8-Slowing down a touch, but I could keep going.
I get to the end of the pool and realize I did much better than I thought. I CAN DO THIS!!! If I already can swim 8 of 12 laps, and not be tired, PLUS an 8 mile bike ride. By May I should be completely ready to go for the sprint Triathlon!
Try to pull myself out of the side of the pool without the ladder. Failed on the first attempt. Shakier than I thought. Ended up on my tummy, kind of like a beach whale trying to get out of the water. (I'm not calling myself a beached whale, that's just the image that came to mind as I was attempting to get out of the pool). Failed attempt at a graceful/athletic/cool exit from the pool. Good thing there isn't anybody who's paying attention.
What was I scared of? I wish I could come here and do this every day! I can't wait until next Monday! This is so fun! Now I have to get a hair cap, ear plugs, and a good pair of goggles. I'm so excited for this!
Run: 2.5 miles in 30 minutes
Swim: 8 laps (200 meters) in ? wasn't timing.
Biking: 8 miles in 20 minutes.
Weight: 195
Days until triathlon: 124 days=4 months 3 days
Will I be sore tomorrow? Without a doubt. But good sore.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Christmas 2012
Christmas this year was a BLAST! My parents came over on Christmas Eve so they could be there Christmas morning. We had Tamales, eggnog, cookies, and lots of yummy, not so good for you food.
Growing up, my family had a tradition of leaving a sheet out for Santa to hang up in front of the Tree, so that on Christmas morning when we all came down, none of us could see what Santa brought until we were all together. My grandparents started the tradition with my mom, but before they dropped the sheet, they all had Christmas breakfast first. There's no way we would have been patient enough to wait through breakfast, so we got to drop the sheet before breakfast. We all have such fun memories of f seeing the lights of the Christmas tree through the sheet, hearing the train running, and anticipating the awesome presents Santa brought. It was the tradition I looked forward to sharing with my kids the most. So this year, My mom and I made the Santa sheet to leave for him to hang up.
I went to Walmart and bought three $5 sheets. One green, one red, and one cream. I thought since I was just going to cut them into strips and sew them together it wouldn't take more than a couple hours to make. Boy, was I WRONG! My mom and worked for 6 hours to make that sheet. I felt so bad. She was so sweet and stayed up with me until 4am sewing. In the end it turned out amazing, and it's something we'll have for years to come!
Boston didn't really get the whole santa thing. Anytime we asked him about Santa this year he would tell us "Santa is on the moon!" and that's about it. Christmas Eve we made cookies for Santa, and mommy (me) ended up eating 90% of them. Christmas morning we were expecting Boston to LOVE Opening presents, but he was more interested in getting his chocolate milk fix before the idea of presents could even be discussed.
Once he had his chocolate milk, we got on to presents. Boston really had no interest. He loved his Truck, and was not interested in opening any more. Every time we finally convinced him to open another present, he thought his life could not get any better. It took us all morning to get him to open his gifts. The kid got spoiled this year. He got trucks and trains, dinosaurs, puzzles, mario, and a Lightening McQueen chair. It was too much. I ended up hiding many of his gifts. I plan on pulling them out slowly throw out the year so he's excited about them. :)
Maddie got a couple of toys and sweater dresses, but was impartial to it all.
My cousins came over and we all enjoyed a big Christmas breakfast. It was a blast. I'm already excited for next year!
Growing up, my family had a tradition of leaving a sheet out for Santa to hang up in front of the Tree, so that on Christmas morning when we all came down, none of us could see what Santa brought until we were all together. My grandparents started the tradition with my mom, but before they dropped the sheet, they all had Christmas breakfast first. There's no way we would have been patient enough to wait through breakfast, so we got to drop the sheet before breakfast. We all have such fun memories of f seeing the lights of the Christmas tree through the sheet, hearing the train running, and anticipating the awesome presents Santa brought. It was the tradition I looked forward to sharing with my kids the most. So this year, My mom and I made the Santa sheet to leave for him to hang up.
I went to Walmart and bought three $5 sheets. One green, one red, and one cream. I thought since I was just going to cut them into strips and sew them together it wouldn't take more than a couple hours to make. Boy, was I WRONG! My mom and worked for 6 hours to make that sheet. I felt so bad. She was so sweet and stayed up with me until 4am sewing. In the end it turned out amazing, and it's something we'll have for years to come!
Boston didn't really get the whole santa thing. Anytime we asked him about Santa this year he would tell us "Santa is on the moon!" and that's about it. Christmas Eve we made cookies for Santa, and mommy (me) ended up eating 90% of them. Christmas morning we were expecting Boston to LOVE Opening presents, but he was more interested in getting his chocolate milk fix before the idea of presents could even be discussed.
Once he had his chocolate milk, we got on to presents. Boston really had no interest. He loved his Truck, and was not interested in opening any more. Every time we finally convinced him to open another present, he thought his life could not get any better. It took us all morning to get him to open his gifts. The kid got spoiled this year. He got trucks and trains, dinosaurs, puzzles, mario, and a Lightening McQueen chair. It was too much. I ended up hiding many of his gifts. I plan on pulling them out slowly throw out the year so he's excited about them. :)
Maddie got a couple of toys and sweater dresses, but was impartial to it all.
My cousins came over and we all enjoyed a big Christmas breakfast. It was a blast. I'm already excited for next year!
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Oh life.
We got a new washer and dryer, and they are blow your mind AMAZING!!! in the time that it took to dry one load of clothes with the old stackable, I can do three FULL loads, start to finish and they come out completely dry! I've never been so excited about dirty clothes in my life. When Maddie was throwing up like crazy tonight, all I could think of was how I could wash everything she got dirty in 40 minutes, start to finish! Our old ones were working, but not well, so we took them apart, and couldn't get them back together so on Christmas Eve we surrendered, and bought new ones. They told us it would only take a couple days to get them, but a couple days turned into 2 weeks! It was so annoying. I had clothes piled up EVERYWHERE! Luckily I have an awesome neighbor who let me do whatever I needed to at her house. On top of that I discovered that we have a MOUSE IN OUR HOUSE! Oh the HORROR!
I've got four traps laid out for that blasted mouse, but haven't caught anything yet. Disgusting. I hate walking around and then getting into bed, knowing my feet have mouse germs on them. I try not to think about it too much.
Boston is talking like crazy! Seriously the last three weeks he is suddenly speaking in full sentences and you can clearly understand what he's saying 90% of the time. I have two funny stories to tell you about him. So the other day we were in the guest bedroom and the bed is pulled out from the wall so you can slide the curtains (which are finally fixed after hanging crooked for a year) open and closed. Well he was messing around on the bed, and the way it was made you couldn't tell there was a gap there. He was jumping and laughing, when suddenly he was gone! He started screaming a beyond terrified scream, and I, being the loving mom that I am, burst out laughing instead of rushing to his aid. He had fallen right into the crack, and all the pillows came down on top of him, and he was stuck. I've never seen him more terrified! I pulled him out, and made sure he was ok, but the rest of the night he kept talking about how he'd fallen in Mary's room and how it was scary. lol. He even woke up in the middle of the night with a nightmare, and when I asked him what was wrong he said he fell in Mary's room. lol. *Side note, whenever we ask him where Mary is he says "Mawy on a miss-un" He doensn't really understand what that means, but he knows she's on a mission. Oh and he's started to pray. Like at the end of a prayer he'll say "In na name, a Jesus Chis (kyse), amen." I love it!
Second story. So he's been really into Toy Story Three and the other day after watching it he grabbed Maddie's little doll, which he's claimed as his own even though it's pink, in one hand and his little buzz light year in the other and stood on the armrest of the long couch in the family room. He slowly raised both his arms high up above his head and yelled "To infinity, and BEYOND!" and jumped off the couch into the air. He landed almost on his face and laid there for a minute. He sighed "huhhhhhh" and then, while sitting up said, "Mommy, I no fly like Buzz." It reminded me of the moment in the first Toy Story when Buzz realizes he's just a toy and can't fly. I laughed so hard! He's doing more and more things like that all the time. It's so fun!
What's not so fun is that Maddie has her first stomach bug. She ate dinner around 6 tonight, and about an hour later she started throwing up everything she ate. She continued throwing up for the next hour until she was dry-heaving. She was exhausted, but every time she would finally fall asleep, she'd wake up and throw up again. I changed three times, and she changed pj's twice before I figured out how to arch my back in a way that it would go over my shoulder instead of on both of us. Poor thing.
I feel like life over here is sometimes a mad-house, but a fun mad-house. I'd rather be part of this craziness, than anywhere else. :)
I've got four traps laid out for that blasted mouse, but haven't caught anything yet. Disgusting. I hate walking around and then getting into bed, knowing my feet have mouse germs on them. I try not to think about it too much.
Boston is talking like crazy! Seriously the last three weeks he is suddenly speaking in full sentences and you can clearly understand what he's saying 90% of the time. I have two funny stories to tell you about him. So the other day we were in the guest bedroom and the bed is pulled out from the wall so you can slide the curtains (which are finally fixed after hanging crooked for a year) open and closed. Well he was messing around on the bed, and the way it was made you couldn't tell there was a gap there. He was jumping and laughing, when suddenly he was gone! He started screaming a beyond terrified scream, and I, being the loving mom that I am, burst out laughing instead of rushing to his aid. He had fallen right into the crack, and all the pillows came down on top of him, and he was stuck. I've never seen him more terrified! I pulled him out, and made sure he was ok, but the rest of the night he kept talking about how he'd fallen in Mary's room and how it was scary. lol. He even woke up in the middle of the night with a nightmare, and when I asked him what was wrong he said he fell in Mary's room. lol. *Side note, whenever we ask him where Mary is he says "Mawy on a miss-un" He doensn't really understand what that means, but he knows she's on a mission. Oh and he's started to pray. Like at the end of a prayer he'll say "In na name, a Jesus Chis (kyse), amen." I love it!
Second story. So he's been really into Toy Story Three and the other day after watching it he grabbed Maddie's little doll, which he's claimed as his own even though it's pink, in one hand and his little buzz light year in the other and stood on the armrest of the long couch in the family room. He slowly raised both his arms high up above his head and yelled "To infinity, and BEYOND!" and jumped off the couch into the air. He landed almost on his face and laid there for a minute. He sighed "huhhhhhh" and then, while sitting up said, "Mommy, I no fly like Buzz." It reminded me of the moment in the first Toy Story when Buzz realizes he's just a toy and can't fly. I laughed so hard! He's doing more and more things like that all the time. It's so fun!
What's not so fun is that Maddie has her first stomach bug. She ate dinner around 6 tonight, and about an hour later she started throwing up everything she ate. She continued throwing up for the next hour until she was dry-heaving. She was exhausted, but every time she would finally fall asleep, she'd wake up and throw up again. I changed three times, and she changed pj's twice before I figured out how to arch my back in a way that it would go over my shoulder instead of on both of us. Poor thing.
I feel like life over here is sometimes a mad-house, but a fun mad-house. I'd rather be part of this craziness, than anywhere else. :)
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Before Bedtime
Tonight Boston and I found ourselves alone by 7:30pm. Chris was at scouts, and Maddie was asleep (hopefully for the night). We hadn't had much time to just hang out so once Maddie was down we went into our horribly messy kitchen, and made three chocolate chip cookies. While they were baking we played Angry birds on the ipad. Then we enjoyed hot cookies and ice cream.
I love this little man. These little moments are priceless.
I love this little man. These little moments are priceless.
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