I hit 168.6 yesterday! I am officially at pre-pregnancy weight but actually wearing a size 10 which is smaller. Starting to wonder how much more I can get off before getting pregnant again. Hoping for another 8 lbs.
Oh, and I had to share this one. I went to the Dr. the other day and had to get on the dreaded scale. The nurse put the little weight on the 150 and started moving the little weight. There was this look of 'no way' on her face when she passed 160. When she got to 170, she told me 'I would have never guessed.'
Seems my new lean muscle is fooling a lot of people these days as the women on my tennis team asked how much I lost. I got the same reaction from them. There are 4 of us that have lost 20+ lbs since last January. My tennis partner Jen, gets the prize at 50lbs! She is also one of my workout buddies and I take a lot of inspiration from her.
Please keep her in your thoughts, she and her husband are fighting a LONG infertility battle(3 yrs now). I pray so hard that we get pregnant together since we are supporting each other through each cycle right now.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
The Little Mommy
ok so here's cute story from babysitting Andrew on Thursday. For those that don't know, I babysit Andrew, aka Nora's "boyfriend" on Tues and Thurs from 4:30-8pm. His mom, Kathy is going to graduate to get her masters and also teaches kindergarten full time.
We go downstairs so I can start dinner for all of us.
Nora and Andrew are running around chasing each other with
the toy stroller. Having a grand time considering they were both in 'no sharing' mode for the earlier hours.
I'm in the kitchen cooking dinner. I hear a 'thud' in the entry and
then their little voices. Then I identify it as crying and not my child.
I come around the corner to this endearing scen.
Andrew crying 'Nora bonk head' (sob, sob, sob)
Nora, 'It's otay An-dew, it ah right, no cry'
Andrew 'I fall (sob) heeeaaaad'
Nora, 'mommy here An-dew, it otay'
Nora had wrapped herself around Andrews' head and is hugging his head and
patting his back as he is splayed on his tummy across the entry floor....
Andrew gets up and gets snuggles from me as I was kneeling down. Nora
then hugs him from the other side so he was sandwiched! Andrew kept
telling me he bonked his head. It was a big discussion for them
during dinner.
We go downstairs so I can start dinner for all of us.
Nora and Andrew are running around chasing each other with
the toy stroller. Having a grand time considering they were both in 'no sharing' mode for the earlier hours.
I'm in the kitchen cooking dinner. I hear a 'thud' in the entry and
then their little voices. Then I identify it as crying and not my child.
I come around the corner to this endearing scen.
Andrew crying 'Nora bonk head' (sob, sob, sob)
Nora, 'It's otay An-dew, it ah right, no cry'
Andrew 'I fall (sob) heeeaaaad'
Nora, 'mommy here An-dew, it otay'
Nora had wrapped herself around Andrews' head and is hugging his head and
patting his back as he is splayed on his tummy across the entry floor....
Andrew gets up and gets snuggles from me as I was kneeling down. Nora
then hugs him from the other side so he was sandwiched! Andrew kept
telling me he bonked his head. It was a big discussion for them
during dinner.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The Security Check
Nora has been sleeping in her big girl room for 3 wks now with very little drama past the first night. That ended with her back in the crib.
This is the new bedtime routine....bath, puzzles, milk, brush teeth.
THEN, we get to tuck her in with her Elmo, Carebear, flannel blanket, and 2-3 byes(paci's).
When all that security checking is done, it's time for "Twinkle Twinkle" and the night nights. This is how it goes
Mommy: night night Nora
Nora: Bye mommy
Mommy: I love you sweat pea
Nora: wub you mommy....find you morning(find you in the morning)
Kisses and then I walk out the door.
AND sometimes, sometimes we get to do that all over again. Because she walks down the hall to the bonus room with the most pitiful face and says, 'I up' Little lip protruding just a bit with sad little eyes and hunched shoulders.
This is the last security check, the one when you child wants to make sure you're there. The one that melts mommy's heart every time.
This is the new bedtime routine....bath, puzzles, milk, brush teeth.
THEN, we get to tuck her in with her Elmo, Carebear, flannel blanket, and 2-3 byes(paci's).
When all that security checking is done, it's time for "Twinkle Twinkle" and the night nights. This is how it goes
Mommy: night night Nora
Nora: Bye mommy
Mommy: I love you sweat pea
Nora: wub you mommy....find you morning(find you in the morning)
Kisses and then I walk out the door.
AND sometimes, sometimes we get to do that all over again. Because she walks down the hall to the bonus room with the most pitiful face and says, 'I up' Little lip protruding just a bit with sad little eyes and hunched shoulders.
This is the last security check, the one when you child wants to make sure you're there. The one that melts mommy's heart every time.
Monday, September 21, 2009
When it rains....
For those of you who don't live down here. Its RAINING, RAINING, like monsoon season.
I left the house at 11:45 to go pick Nora up from preschool in the pouring rain. We BARELY got home.
First, I went back the way I came and Blackwell was flooded over. Then I went down Ebenezer off Canton Highway, went through 9" of water only to find a river further down the road, turned around with heart pounding. I was so afraid that the 9" of water behind me was now going to be impassable. It wasn't thankfully.
At this point, I was cussing myself for leaving my cellphone at home. How could I be so stupid to put Nora in that kind of danger!
The last to our neighborhood was Shallowford and it was open, but barely. There was a car off the road a the railroad tracks. Still had to go through a couple sections of 9" deep water at the Northside Walking track and right before our neighborhood.
The whole time Nora is whining in the backseat, telling me it's 'scary rain' and 'me home'....trust me kid I was right there with you. To make matters worse, I was in the car without my cellphone so calling for help wasn't going to happen.
When I pulled into the garage I just cried. Nora was so upset too. We live on the top of a hill so at least I now know we are safe. I know that even if I was alone it would have been terrifying but to have my child with me brought out every mommy protection, emotion, instinct in my body.
Thank you for looking over us God.
I left the house at 11:45 to go pick Nora up from preschool in the pouring rain. We BARELY got home.
First, I went back the way I came and Blackwell was flooded over. Then I went down Ebenezer off Canton Highway, went through 9" of water only to find a river further down the road, turned around with heart pounding. I was so afraid that the 9" of water behind me was now going to be impassable. It wasn't thankfully.
At this point, I was cussing myself for leaving my cellphone at home. How could I be so stupid to put Nora in that kind of danger!
The last to our neighborhood was Shallowford and it was open, but barely. There was a car off the road a the railroad tracks. Still had to go through a couple sections of 9" deep water at the Northside Walking track and right before our neighborhood.
The whole time Nora is whining in the backseat, telling me it's 'scary rain' and 'me home'....trust me kid I was right there with you. To make matters worse, I was in the car without my cellphone so calling for help wasn't going to happen.
When I pulled into the garage I just cried. Nora was so upset too. We live on the top of a hill so at least I now know we are safe. I know that even if I was alone it would have been terrifying but to have my child with me brought out every mommy protection, emotion, instinct in my body.
Thank you for looking over us God.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Monkeys Flinging Poo
AHHHHHH another "poo story"
I can't believe it happened again! (See entry on swimming in poo from earlier this summer) She of course is mortified being the Type 'A' personality that she is. Me, that Type 'Z' personality thought it was hysterical but gross all at the same time.
Here's the scene.
Rich, me, Kathy and Dave sitting around their kitchen table enjoying tacos and wine. Nora and Andrew running in circles downstairs being monkeys laughing and chasing. SO cute!
Cut to Rich, "Um, what is that on the floor? And where did it come from" Rich points towards the fridge.
Imagine a camara zooming in a on golf ball size brown blob on the floor. Recognition strikes....At this point it's like a Chinese firedrill around the table as we all scramble to check the hands, feet and orafeces of our children.
Kathy, "OMG, OMG! It's POOOOOO! Dave I hate our dog! I'm not kidding, I hate him!"
Dave, "Andrew where did you get that?" Andrew giving Dave a blank stare. Andrew leads Dave around the corner. It seems they have been flinging the poo from the office, to the entry, to the hall, and then the kitchen.
Kathy is furiously washing and rewashing Andrews' hands(remember she's Type A, OCD) I pick Nora up to inspect her hands, yep there is poo squished under her finger nails! Don't worry folks I checked her breathe, all good there.
Quick wash up and Nora was ready to go.....leave it to the girl and my kid to pick the poo off the floor, run around with it in her hand while chasing her friend.
Can someone say 'EWWWWWWW!'
I can't believe it happened again! (See entry on swimming in poo from earlier this summer) She of course is mortified being the Type 'A' personality that she is. Me, that Type 'Z' personality thought it was hysterical but gross all at the same time.
Here's the scene.
Rich, me, Kathy and Dave sitting around their kitchen table enjoying tacos and wine. Nora and Andrew running in circles downstairs being monkeys laughing and chasing. SO cute!
Cut to Rich, "Um, what is that on the floor? And where did it come from" Rich points towards the fridge.
Imagine a camara zooming in a on golf ball size brown blob on the floor. Recognition strikes....At this point it's like a Chinese firedrill around the table as we all scramble to check the hands, feet and orafeces of our children.
Kathy, "OMG, OMG! It's POOOOOO! Dave I hate our dog! I'm not kidding, I hate him!"
Dave, "Andrew where did you get that?" Andrew giving Dave a blank stare. Andrew leads Dave around the corner. It seems they have been flinging the poo from the office, to the entry, to the hall, and then the kitchen.
Kathy is furiously washing and rewashing Andrews' hands(remember she's Type A, OCD) I pick Nora up to inspect her hands, yep there is poo squished under her finger nails! Don't worry folks I checked her breathe, all good there.
Quick wash up and Nora was ready to go.....leave it to the girl and my kid to pick the poo off the floor, run around with it in her hand while chasing her friend.
Can someone say 'EWWWWWWW!'
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Funnies from the past.
We've talked a long time about how we need to write some the the funny stuff from our early years because we will forget. These are a few.
1. When Rich lived down by Emory, we would hang out almost every weekend ALL weekend. We took to surfing channels to find the most bizarre thing on for any given hour. One lazy Sunday, we happened upon a televised religious service, this does not fall into the bizarre catagory but we stopped awestruck by THE HAT.
This woman in the congregation was wearing the largest, pontiff style, view blocking hat we'd every seen. At this point Rich proclaims it a "satelite to God"....and I break down laughing hysterically, in tears, side splitting, can't catch my breath.
Don't get me wrong, Rich and I are religious believers but the size of the hat was just comical.
2. I am not graceful, not in the least and neither is Rich. Early on in our relationship Rich coined the phase "retarded gazelle" to describe any less than graceful act. The vision of gazelle's leaping in unison through tall reads of grass, followed by one lonely gazelle stumbling, tripping, and running into rocks.....
Once again, this dissolved me to tears of laughter the first time Rich said it. (He's the funny one I guess)
1. When Rich lived down by Emory, we would hang out almost every weekend ALL weekend. We took to surfing channels to find the most bizarre thing on for any given hour. One lazy Sunday, we happened upon a televised religious service, this does not fall into the bizarre catagory but we stopped awestruck by THE HAT.
This woman in the congregation was wearing the largest, pontiff style, view blocking hat we'd every seen. At this point Rich proclaims it a "satelite to God"....and I break down laughing hysterically, in tears, side splitting, can't catch my breath.
Don't get me wrong, Rich and I are religious believers but the size of the hat was just comical.
2. I am not graceful, not in the least and neither is Rich. Early on in our relationship Rich coined the phase "retarded gazelle" to describe any less than graceful act. The vision of gazelle's leaping in unison through tall reads of grass, followed by one lonely gazelle stumbling, tripping, and running into rocks.....
Once again, this dissolved me to tears of laughter the first time Rich said it. (He's the funny one I guess)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Vivid.
OMG! At 6am this morning I woke up from one of the most vivid, scary nightmare I've ever experienced.
I know I was being stalked. In my house, doing errands and I got the impression that it had been going on for weeks. The stalker kept leaving things in places to freak me out. There was a wooden chest on the driveway at one point. Whatever was in it panicked me.
I remember doing things like bolting down the garage doors, check the locks, etc.
Somewhere in the dream I remember calling my mom and begging her to 'PLEASE,please come home now'. (not that she lives with us IRL)
She obviously came home, we were upstairs in what I recognized as my current tv room when the lights/electricity went out. I know I went from my couch to my moms and snuggle against her. Then my mom said something like 'he's looking at us'... Crazy brain then decides to conjure a shadowy figure...
THAT'S when I woke up. Didn't really go back to sleep after that.
I know I was being stalked. In my house, doing errands and I got the impression that it had been going on for weeks. The stalker kept leaving things in places to freak me out. There was a wooden chest on the driveway at one point. Whatever was in it panicked me.
I remember doing things like bolting down the garage doors, check the locks, etc.
Somewhere in the dream I remember calling my mom and begging her to 'PLEASE,please come home now'. (not that she lives with us IRL)
She obviously came home, we were upstairs in what I recognized as my current tv room when the lights/electricity went out. I know I went from my couch to my moms and snuggle against her. Then my mom said something like 'he's looking at us'... Crazy brain then decides to conjure a shadowy figure...
THAT'S when I woke up. Didn't really go back to sleep after that.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Time to grow up a little.
Rich and I had a discussion about two weeks ago over our existing furniture. A LOT of it is stuff that was hand me downs, thrift store, or consignment purchase. Not that there's anything wrong with that, the pieces have served us well. We just felt like maybe it's time to buy a few pieces that are 'forever' furniture.
Case in point, the dining room. Right now, I have a cheap Laura Ashley table and six chairs sitting in my dining room. While functional, with the growing family I need to seat more than 6 at holiday dinners. Also, the light wood top and hunter green accenting really isn't my style.
Then there are the 6 ratan dressers(32wX30hX20D). I actually don't mind these. I've used them in the dining room, my bedroom, an office. The cat, Phebs, uses them as a scratching post.
For two weekends, Rich and I have scoured all the furniture stores looking for the perfect table. These were the specifications.
1. Sort of rustic or old world. - problem is Rich doesn't like antiques, so the 'rustic' gets hard to accomplish
2. A medium stain wood, no dark walnut.
3. All wood chairs, no cloth back or seat (cloth + kiddos= stains(think spaghetti))
We finally found something we can both agree on.
I LOVE the legs on the table!
The gorgeous parquet top
The hutch, which is actually from another set because we disliked the one in the first pick. Plus, I need more storage than the matching one would provide.
Case in point, the dining room. Right now, I have a cheap Laura Ashley table and six chairs sitting in my dining room. While functional, with the growing family I need to seat more than 6 at holiday dinners. Also, the light wood top and hunter green accenting really isn't my style.
Then there are the 6 ratan dressers(32wX30hX20D). I actually don't mind these. I've used them in the dining room, my bedroom, an office. The cat, Phebs, uses them as a scratching post.
For two weekends, Rich and I have scoured all the furniture stores looking for the perfect table. These were the specifications.
1. Sort of rustic or old world. - problem is Rich doesn't like antiques, so the 'rustic' gets hard to accomplish
2. A medium stain wood, no dark walnut.
3. All wood chairs, no cloth back or seat (cloth + kiddos= stains(think spaghetti))
We finally found something we can both agree on.
I LOVE the legs on the table!
The gorgeous parquet top
The hutch, which is actually from another set because we disliked the one in the first pick. Plus, I need more storage than the matching one would provide.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Me Happy!
Conversation with Nora in the car on the way to the gym.
Nora: Mommy, da bus!
Me: Yes, Nora it's a bus.
(Bus turns the corner and goes out of sight.)
Nora: No bus, back! Back bus. Bus NOOOOOO! I mean it!
Me: It's ok Nora we'll find more buses
Nora: Me sad, me cry.....my bus...I find him, find him. Bus? Where ah you? Where ah you bus? (fake crying from back seat) No bus.
Me: I'm sorry baby.
Nora: I sorry mommy me sad. Me sad better now. Me happy
My baby girl apologized for being sad! Better yet she now knows the difference between happy and sad.
Priceless. You just can pay anything for moments like that.
Nora: Mommy, da bus!
Me: Yes, Nora it's a bus.
(Bus turns the corner and goes out of sight.)
Nora: No bus, back! Back bus. Bus NOOOOOO! I mean it!
Me: It's ok Nora we'll find more buses
Nora: Me sad, me cry.....my bus...I find him, find him. Bus? Where ah you? Where ah you bus? (fake crying from back seat) No bus.
Me: I'm sorry baby.
Nora: I sorry mommy me sad. Me sad better now. Me happy
My baby girl apologized for being sad! Better yet she now knows the difference between happy and sad.
Priceless. You just can pay anything for moments like that.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Mommy Juice and How it Makes You FAT?
For a long time now, we've been telling Nora that our drinks are 'mommy juice' or 'daddy juice'. These seems to appease her and declare our ownership of whatever is in the glass. Most times we get a response of 'Nora juice?' if she wants some as well.
For all the mommies that read this blog, mommy juice is how a lot of us survive the early mornings and hectic schedules.
Today, was one of those days.
Got engrossed in a book until 1:30am.
Alarm off at 7am
Nora to pre-school.
Mommy off to run an errand and then come home a work on a client plan.
Before coming home, I ran our vacuum to the repair shop. (Something about a broken belt motor)
A couple doors down is an Einstein's Bagel. YUM!
Needing to lift the foggy brain before returning home, I went in to get a coffee and bagel. (I had a buy a coffee get a bagel free coupon. Even better!)
I order my coffee.
Girl at check out, 'You know I read how many calories are in coffee the other day?'
Me: 'Well it depends on what you put in it'
Girl: ' I LOVE Starbucks, their Latte's are the best. I'm just glad I'm still young, so it won't make me fat.' (Shhh you're working at Einsteins', management might not want you promoting another company)
WHOA! Did she just say that I was fat? BITE tongue hard. Reminding myself that I too said uninformed opinions back when.
For all the mommies that read this blog, mommy juice is how a lot of us survive the early mornings and hectic schedules.
Today, was one of those days.
Got engrossed in a book until 1:30am.
Alarm off at 7am
Nora to pre-school.
Mommy off to run an errand and then come home a work on a client plan.
Before coming home, I ran our vacuum to the repair shop. (Something about a broken belt motor)
A couple doors down is an Einstein's Bagel. YUM!
Needing to lift the foggy brain before returning home, I went in to get a coffee and bagel. (I had a buy a coffee get a bagel free coupon. Even better!)
I order my coffee.
Girl at check out, 'You know I read how many calories are in coffee the other day?'
Me: 'Well it depends on what you put in it'
Girl: ' I LOVE Starbucks, their Latte's are the best. I'm just glad I'm still young, so it won't make me fat.' (Shhh you're working at Einsteins', management might not want you promoting another company)
WHOA! Did she just say that I was fat? BITE tongue hard. Reminding myself that I too said uninformed opinions back when.
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