I just read on a wonderful blog about a woman who suspects she has ADD, but has never been diagnosed. She talks about finding clean rooms and making a mess, planning to do one thing but being completely distracted and finding herself awake at 3 in the morning. (I think she might be my doppelganger)
She mentioned attempts to keep her ducks in a row and that they keep running away, getting out of line and she has to chase them.
Seriously
She is me
I've been wanting to update/change my blog for awhile so I could get a little better feel for my life, because while losing is part of it, that's not the only reason I'm here.
So, I'm changing the name of the blog, and going to change up the design a bit. I'll still be here with stories about babies, crafts, food, workouts and losing a few pounds, but I think I want something a little brighter. Hope you all will like the changes and enjoy my blathering for awhile longer.
6/29/2012
6/18/2012
6/11/2012
Gooo!
My littlest munch is 3 months old today. As often happens I'm considering a nickname change, something like Twitch or using Sunshine's old call sign, Booger, I call him that a lot. Of course I also call him the boy, so maybe I'll start referring to him as the boy one. I've got the older one, the middle one and the boy one. I sort of like that.
Little dude talks all the time, babbling, cooing and goo-ing all over us and we love every minute of it. Amazing that he's been here for a quarter of a year already. It's hard to remember a time when he wasn't one of my kids, and at the same time it seems like the past three months have just flown by.
Provided it doesn't continue to rain I think I might go for a walk with the kiddos later, I think we can all use the movement, especially Sunshine who is having a tragic attack of, well, being 4. I don't remember being four but it must be difficult because she's having an awfully rough time of it. She is always hungry, ALWAYS, but she doesn't want to eat real food she wants junk. She's constantly telling me how tired her legs are and how much they hurt, but it's mysteriously after I've asked her to pick up her toys. She's crying all the time and having completely blown out of proportion reactions to things that shouldn't really give her pause, for instance a meltdown occurred the other day because Pumpkin didn't want to wear a red dress that Sunshine wanted her to wear.
Like I said, it must be hard to be 4.
Little dude talks all the time, babbling, cooing and goo-ing all over us and we love every minute of it. Amazing that he's been here for a quarter of a year already. It's hard to remember a time when he wasn't one of my kids, and at the same time it seems like the past three months have just flown by.
Provided it doesn't continue to rain I think I might go for a walk with the kiddos later, I think we can all use the movement, especially Sunshine who is having a tragic attack of, well, being 4. I don't remember being four but it must be difficult because she's having an awfully rough time of it. She is always hungry, ALWAYS, but she doesn't want to eat real food she wants junk. She's constantly telling me how tired her legs are and how much they hurt, but it's mysteriously after I've asked her to pick up her toys. She's crying all the time and having completely blown out of proportion reactions to things that shouldn't really give her pause, for instance a meltdown occurred the other day because Pumpkin didn't want to wear a red dress that Sunshine wanted her to wear.
Like I said, it must be hard to be 4.
6/07/2012
Geesh
Alright, so I've finished lots of crap and will only bore you with a few details.
My fellow bridesmaid and I accomplished a fairly good bachelorette party in spite of the fact that I was in misery after hour three because I had no way to pump and my breasts felt like someone was slowly filling them with pudding and them beating them with a bat. Also, Aimes was pretty pregnant and ended up going home a little earlier than the rest of the party. I worried that it was a bust, but the bride to be told me she had a good time, so I guess it was alright.
Then I had a week of crazy crap at work and thought my head might explode. I finished making the munches flower girl dresses and worked on some other projects and generally didn't get enough sleep or eat right for awhile.
Then last Saturday was the wedding, which went off without a hitch, and the munches behaved wonderfully during their walk up the aisle. Erin was waiting for them and basically saved us by agreeing to wrangle them for the service (PS: can I mention how much I love this lady) Then pictures happened and after about 2 hours Sunshine melted down and began crying out of hunger and exhaustion. She rallied and we had a good time for the rest of the afternoon. I gave a speech at the reception and was rather impressed with how well it came out, I was a little worried that I might cry or say something dumb, but I was both coherent and it was well received. Just before leaving the reception the DJ played "isn't she lovely" and Jeeves and I danced with the girls while Squirt got some last minute cuddles from another party goer.
Tuesday was my 8th wedding anniversary. My facebook post on that day just about sums up how I felt and how happy I am right now.
"Today is my eighth wedding anniversary. If you had told 17 year old Nellie with big city journalist notions that she'd be a happily married suburbanite with three kids, she'd have laughed at you. And yet, here I am.
Michael: Thank you for making something I never considered into more than I could have ever dreamed of."
I thought it was rather inspired.
Anywhoo, I'm settling into 5 weeks of teaching Saturday classes, and enjoying the lack of frantic nonsense. Mutti and I have plans for garage sale-ing on Wednesday mornings and then heading into work afterward. I'm in the process of creating a crocheted/handmade line of photo prop gifts for new moms. I am converting things that would usually be used by a photographer into wearable art items that are both useful for photos and also practical enough to wear daily, sweaters, hats, booties and the like. I've partnered with my photographer and I'm letting her have several props in exchange for use of her images to sell my items. Seems like a fair trade to me. I love to crochet and if you'd like something made, send me an email, we can talk.
Oh, some pictures.
My fellow bridesmaid and I accomplished a fairly good bachelorette party in spite of the fact that I was in misery after hour three because I had no way to pump and my breasts felt like someone was slowly filling them with pudding and them beating them with a bat. Also, Aimes was pretty pregnant and ended up going home a little earlier than the rest of the party. I worried that it was a bust, but the bride to be told me she had a good time, so I guess it was alright.
Then I had a week of crazy crap at work and thought my head might explode. I finished making the munches flower girl dresses and worked on some other projects and generally didn't get enough sleep or eat right for awhile.
Then last Saturday was the wedding, which went off without a hitch, and the munches behaved wonderfully during their walk up the aisle. Erin was waiting for them and basically saved us by agreeing to wrangle them for the service (PS: can I mention how much I love this lady) Then pictures happened and after about 2 hours Sunshine melted down and began crying out of hunger and exhaustion. She rallied and we had a good time for the rest of the afternoon. I gave a speech at the reception and was rather impressed with how well it came out, I was a little worried that I might cry or say something dumb, but I was both coherent and it was well received. Just before leaving the reception the DJ played "isn't she lovely" and Jeeves and I danced with the girls while Squirt got some last minute cuddles from another party goer.
Tuesday was my 8th wedding anniversary. My facebook post on that day just about sums up how I felt and how happy I am right now.
"Today is my eighth wedding anniversary. If you had told 17 year old Nellie with big city journalist notions that she'd be a happily married suburbanite with three kids, she'd have laughed at you. And yet, here I am.
Michael: Thank you for making something I never considered into more than I could have ever dreamed of."
I thought it was rather inspired.
Anywhoo, I'm settling into 5 weeks of teaching Saturday classes, and enjoying the lack of frantic nonsense. Mutti and I have plans for garage sale-ing on Wednesday mornings and then heading into work afterward. I'm in the process of creating a crocheted/handmade line of photo prop gifts for new moms. I am converting things that would usually be used by a photographer into wearable art items that are both useful for photos and also practical enough to wear daily, sweaters, hats, booties and the like. I've partnered with my photographer and I'm letting her have several props in exchange for use of her images to sell my items. Seems like a fair trade to me. I love to crochet and if you'd like something made, send me an email, we can talk.
Oh, some pictures.
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| Post Mud Run |
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| Me and the Munches at Planet Fun - I'm in the tube too! |
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| Funny thing about plastic slides - static electricity |
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| Strong Sunshine |
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| Happy Squirt |
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