Saturday, December 06, 2008

A Good Thing...

Today was a special day...
Hubs and I and Adam attended Brooklyn's Blood Drive. Not only were we able to donate in honor of sweet angel Brookyn, but we also finally got to meet Kelly and Andy's little redhead (and Brooklyn's Sister) Aubrey! She and Adam got to play while we were getting stuck with needles, and as far as I can ass biting took place while we were gone.
I have to say - their family's story is very close to my heart...I get quite emotional about the whole thing. I think it has alot to do with the fact that I was pregnant as everything was going on. I remember reading all their updates and ferociously rubbing my belly hoping everything was okay with my own little one because I simply could not imagine dealing with everything they went through. They are a family of incredible strength and spirit, and I feel like a better person for knowing them...and especially for being a small part of today.
We snapped some pics of the kids playing (kelly, I hope you don't mind that I post these)
They had a lovely table set up in Brooklyn's honor
I'm sooooooo very glad that we could be there - there simply are no words.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Time flies by

Hmmm, well - it seems that every day I have good intentions to jump on here and post, but my day gets away from me. There is a constant pile of paperwork on my desk to tackle, a butt to wipe, a house that needs attention, a hubs to spend time with, and the blog takes a backseat to it all...

-Work is busy trying to tie up loose ends before 2008 is over. One of my biggest contracts is due at the end of the month, which means I'll be tearing my hair out until it's completed and off my desk.
-I'm immersed in Book 2 of the Twilight series (which hubs has many little snide remarks about it being a TEEN book series...please help me think of a good comeback because I got NUTHIN...)
-We've started babyproofing the house - which is a total CHORE as I realize all the little tiny things floating around my cluttered abode.
-I have been vacuuming every day since the boy started rolling around on the floor (with four pets it's a must or he'd be one big hairball), and I gotta house is definately cleaner. I think having a baby may just be the answer to my messy house problem, who knew?
-We went to San Francisco for an early Thanksgiving with hub's extended family and they were all thrilled to see Adam, but couldn't believe how much he'd changed in the 3 months since we were up there last. I think it was a bittersweet visit for them.
-The Friday we left to go up there, I promptly gave our kid his first major bump/bruise on the head. He flung backwards as I was walking through a doorway and I slammed his noggin on the sharp corner. It turned black and blue immediately and although he stopped crying in about a minute...I cried for alot longer than that. He looked awful and I felt awful. I guess I better prepare myself for more of those because I have a feeling there will be PLENTY.
-Had a low key Thanksgiving here with all of my family and my sister in law's family
-Over the weekend, I cooked a turkey and we did our own little traditional thanksgiving here just the 3 of us. I'm so sick of turkey and mashed potatoes and yams and stuffing that I would almost rather eat a bowl of brussel sprouts instead of touching any thanksgivingy food. (I said ALMOST)
-the boy is not a huge fan of mashed potatoes, although he'll eat them anyway - he eats everything...but he does dig cool whip! hahaha
-He's got TWO MORE TEETH coming in on top - they just broke through which means he's been sir raunchy pants for the last few weeks. Teething sucks, there's just no way around it.
-I think he's like...MINUTES away from crawling - which means life as I know it will be over
-He's so chunky and scrumptious I can't keep my hands off him these days - I absolutely love this age, he's a total blast...his personality is shining through and he's such a stinker and so hilarious. Perfect combo of me and hubs :)
-We had a playdate with friends a couple of days ago...they have a little girl named Addison who's about a month older than Adam. Before we got to their house, we explained to him "the rules" of hanging out with a cute chick
- no kissing
- no hair pulling
- no drooling
- and the door must be kept open at all times
So what did he do? We put them down on the floor together...and she proceeded to crawl past him - which is when he promptly grabbed her ass and then leaned down to BITE IT.
Apparantly, we need to add "no ass biting" to that list of rules!
I know he's teething and everything goes in his mouth -but dude, we've got limits...

-I've decided that baby toys are useless because a metal spoon and some measuring cups are pretty much all he needs to keep himself occupied
-also? socks and shoes are useless as well because his feet are like wedges of cheese. Hubs saw me toss a pair of shoes against his bedroom wall one day and said "what, they don't fit?"
and I said "nothing is going on these feet" and he said "why?" and I shouted "PHYSICS!"

-I simply cannot think about Christmas stresses me out.

How about some squishy baby pics instead?
this is the boy with two of his SF cousins...reading a book, which he loves...and he can turn pages now, wooo!
It took approximately 94732 pictures before we finally got one of them all looking at the camera...cute though eh?

I'm pretty sure this is when he decided he was OVER that whole "posing for pictures thing"...
On the way home, we were we let him drive

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

and scene.

FINISHED...yes, I just spent the last three hours reading that damn book and I'm DONE. I can't believe I read a 500 page book in two days, I NEVER read that fast or for that long.
Now book 2 is calling my name...

Does anyone else think it's funny that the writer of this book graduated from Brigham Young University? I know it's totally stereotypical, but vampires and a BYU grad seem sort of like oil and water to me...

Suuuucked in...

Allright, so all you bloggy bloggers out there talking about the book Twilight and how easy it is to get sucked in? yeah, all of you are right!
I finally bought the book on Sunday, opened it Sunday night before bed, and all day yesterday I had to make deals with myself like "I will unload the dishwasher before I can read another chapter" and "I will fold this load of clothes before I can read another chapter". I had to restrain myself from reading it during dinner...and while hubs and I watched "The Unit" last night, I was reading during every commercial break.
I didn't think it would happen to me - I mean, it's a TEEN book about VAMPIRES. And yet, I'm over halfway through and it's barely been a full 24 hours since I started it. I was up at 2am last night and actually considered picking it up and reading more.
Funny thing is, I went to the bookstore and asked the clerk for this book - she directs me to it (on a big display at the end of the aisle that I somehow missed) and as I'm standing there thinking "I didn't know it was a teen book - do I really want to read this?"...this woman in her sixties walks by and goes "ohmyGAWD, you are not going to be able to put that book down - BE PREPARED! I'm so not kidding!"
So I figured it must be good.

My house is suffering people...I'm totally blaming all of you blog buddies out there when my house starts to smell, and neither of us have any clean laundry.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

SeaWorld Adventures...

Allright, so hubs has been bugging me to post a story about our Seaworld Adventures. A couple of weeks ago, we went to San Diego with my entire immediate family. Mom and dad, and my brother and his family of five, and our little threesome of Mc's.
We headed down on a Thursday and decided to spend Friday at SeaWorld. I haven't been to SeaWorld since I was about five, so I was pretty excited about going. We took all our diaper bag stuff and crammed it into our baby carrier/backpack...stuffed that in the bottom of the stroller and we were good to go for the day. Seaworld is awesome.
One of the first places we went to was the Polar Bear exhibit. Most of the exhibits and shows won't allow you to bring strollers which is exactly why we brought the backpack, and it worked out PERFECTLY. We could park the stroller, but still comfortably tote the boy and all our belongings with us. Hubs snapped this picture of us while watching the Polar Bears:We had a baseball type hat for Adam, but I thought he needed an actual sunhat with a brim all the way around. We couldn't find one that wasn't covered in ruffles or totally lame looking, but we DID find this lovely Nemo hat -our little man wasn't so keen on it:Right as we went into the shark exhibit, he decided to FALL ASLEEP. He missed the SHARKS people...does this say something about his timing or WHAT? And I have no idea how kids can sleep like this, it CAN'T be comfortable (don't worry, we laid him down in the stroller once we got outside the exhibit, he was making me walk crooked!):They had one of those tunnel things that you go through and all the creatures swim right over you...pretty damn cool:
We got to meet Bert and Ernie:
And we discovered that we have options when the boy is acting up:
KIDDING - this face? not a chance...
So at some point during the day, we decided we definately needed to see the dolphin show. We were cruising up to the stroller parking right as the show was starting, so we all grabbed our kids and our cameras and rushed in - sitting in the first couple of rows we saw....unfortunately, we were in such a hurry, we neglected to notice the big "SOAK ZONE" signs posted at the end of each row.
The dolphins were SO freaking cool...

and Adam was fascinated (he was sitting on Auntie Carie's lap)I'm just amazed by these guys:

"How'd they DO that?"

Now, these dolphins were splashing you can imagine...and we were sitting pretty darn close...A little splashing, no big deal right?

Except then they brought out the ORCA...and she cruised around the rim and flapped her giant tail and completely soaked as many people as possible. This is what I caught of my parents (sitting one row BEHIND ME) right after being drenched

I'm not even sure if I can describe to you how it felt to get hit by that wave of water...but imagine someone taking a huge bucket of cold salt water and dumping it directly over your head. Carie had hightailed it for the top the minute a few drops hit her and Adam, and a few other family members followed. At some point, I was recovering from a particularly huge wave, and my niece Abby looked at me with big brown eyes and said "ummm, can we move?". I grabbed her hand and we bolted up those stairs leaving a massive trail of water behind us. We were both literally soaked from head to if we'd just gotten out of the shower...and I was wearing JEANS! We settled in at the top and enjoyed the rest of the show while trying to squeeze water out of our clothes...and then I realized that our digital camera was in my hand the entire time. Let's just say, digital cameras and salt water? not a good combo. (Thank goodness for best buy and their warranties!) SO thus ends my picture taking for the entire vacation.

I do have a story though about our SECOND trip to Seaworld - and you're just going to have to visualize it all for yourself. So on Sunday, we decided to head back to seaworld and hit all the stuff we missed on the first trip. The kids especially wanted to go to the roaring rapids ride. Now you would think...after the dolphin show experience, that I would stay off rides titled ROARING RAPIDS. But for some reason, either my blond hair kicked in at that moment - or I just like to live dangerously, because I was stoked about hitting that ride. Hubs was smart and bought a poncho - but they were $8 and we didn't want to spend that much on another poncho that we'd probably never use, so we decided to share and just cover ourselves. We were standing in line and watching people walk towards the exit, and some people looked wet, but others looked completely dry and after unfolding the poncho and seeing that it wasn't really big enough for both of us - I told hubs "you know what honey - it's okay...I'll be fine..I don't mind getting a little wet". (again, wearing my dried out JEANS on this day - big mistake). So we climb into the ride - hubs and Carie wearing black and white shamu ponchos - my older neices on one side - and my brother and I poncholess sitting next to each other on the other side. We start the ride and all is well, we go down some little dips and get splashed a bit - but no big deal...then we get to this open area where we see my mom standing with the strollers waving - and we notice an observation deck where people can put quarters in these machines and people can aim water at you. Then we hear "HEY GUYS!" and lo and behold, my DAD was on one of the machines and nailing the crap out of us....Aaron and I are yelling "HEY, HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!" because of course we're getting soaked. The girls were laughing and hubs and carie were holding their ponchos and chuckling at how wet we were getting. We move past my dad, and farther along the ride and aaron and I are grumbling about how wet we are, when I look up ahead and notice a freaking WATERFALL that we have to go UNDER. I looked at Aaron and said "CRAP!!!!" and pointed...and aaron looks up and goes "Oh COME OOOOOOONNNNN!!!!"

and then we got completely drenched.

I miserably crawled off that ride and took the walk of shame towards the exit while people in line were whispering "ohmygod did you SEE that girl? she was soaked!"...most of the rides dump you off at a gift shop of some sort, and the one we went through had clothes of course (smart) - and I HAD to get out of those heavy, wet hubs and I found a pair of sweatpant capri's with a seaworld logo on them, and I headed to the dressing room to change. I had to call hubs to hold the curtain closed for me - and I stepped out of my jeans. It was then that I realized I was soaking wet - I didn't want to put on these new pants and get them soaked I told hubs "dude, my ASS is wet! I don't want to put these pants on now!" and he stepped inside the dressing room...crouched down and goes "use my t-shirt!"

Let's just say - I proceeded to rub my butt on hubby's a corner dressing room of a crappy gift shop at sea world...I was cracking up and trying not to pee myself from laughing the entire time - and hubby was holding onto the curtain for dear life going "I should have bought a pooooonchooooo!" Oh man - it was so damn funny, I don't even know if I can properly explain the hilarity of that situation. We walked out of there snickering up about the fact that we didn't want to spend $8 on a damn poncho, but ended up spending $26 on a new pair of pants for me. Lesson LEARNED!

All in all, a fun vacation - mom and dad rented a beach house which was super cute and literally right on the beach. Adam did FABULOUS at seaworld both times and we've learned that he really does travel pretty well...he's good at being on the go and away from his normal routine. I'm bummed that I didn't get any more pictures - but we did get a new camera, WOOOO!

Friday, October 31, 2008


My little wise one...and his cohorts!
"What in the hell happened to my arms?"
I am laughing...he is not.
Uh, dude - your ears are crooked. By the way - tonight, the stroller was not called a stroller, but rather referred to as The Hoverpod.
"Wait, Uncle AJ, how come YOU'RE not wearing a funny hat - NO FAIR!!?!?!?!"
Little Miss Gracie the Bumblebee...
Abby the Pirate....or as she'll correct you - the GIRL pirate! (please note, costume was made by my sister in law Carie - insane!)
We made her brandish her sword for the full effect...
Keeley the Zebra...another costume made by Carie
And as I was sitting down keeping an eye on everyone's stash - I noticed she'd actually made individual treat buckets for the girls. How she has the time being a mother of three, I have no idea - I only have one kid and I can't even manage to brush my hair every day...
Thus ends our first Halloween night as a family of three. It was totally fun, and I always love checking out other people's costumes. Such creativity out there, I'm always very impressed!
Happy Halloween everyone :)


Happy Halloween everyone! I'll be getting the boy into his costume later this evening, so I'll take pictures then...check back for some cuteness :)
I feel like I have so much to talk about...
We spent five days in San Diego with my entire family - hit Seaworld a couple of times and had a good time. Our camera got damaged in the Soak Zone of the dolphin show, which I'll write more about later...luckily we had a warranty, so we were able to return it for a new one, but I still have to get our pictures off the memory stick...check back later for those as well.
The biggest news? BOOTCAMP IS OVER - WOOOOO!
Today was the last day...we ran the mile and got our final evaluation and we were DONE.
The results are not jaw-dropping - but for a 20 day class (of which I missed a total of 5 days because of vacation and a sick baby), I'm happy with it.
I lost 4 pounds
I lost almost 5 inches total
I lost 2% body fat
I cut 1 minute and 22 seconds off my mile time

I feel better and healthier...and I feel like I've got a good jumpstart on an exercise routine of some sort. I must be crazy because I'm actually thinking of doing it again in December.
I also learned that I really just don't enjoy running at all. To me, the only good thing about running is how good it feels to stop. (sorry Aron and N.D. and all you other runner people out there) I feel like I struggle for every step...and I'm constantly talking myself out of stopping...or I'm just stopping and not caring if the drill sergeant man yells at me. I can walk like crazy - but running is just not my thing. Maybe it's because I'm not a skinny little thing, so hauling this body around is more challenging, or maybe it's all just a mind thing and I THINK about it too much....but no matter how hard I tried - I don't like it. My shins hurt, my knees hurt, my BOOBS hurt - which of course means my back hurts. I don't know how you runners do it. I give major props to you all because it's HARD!
So anyway - all in all, a decent experience...although it sucked to get up so early and was definately a challenge with a sporadically sleeping 6 month old. I dreaded it at times, but I was always proud of myself after each class, and proud that I didn't give up and I hung in there even though ALOT of people originally in the class dropped out by the end.
Still - HAPPY DANCE THAT IT'S OVER!!!! hehehee

The boy is sleeping, and I still have to give him a bath, get him costumed up and head over to church with my brother and his family for some good Halloween fun.
I'll leave you with some scrumptious pics...
This is my 3 year old neice Gracie holding Adam:
And my little man sleeping off his 6 month shots - camo bandaids and all!

Friday, October 17, 2008


When I was a babysitting teenager, the rule was to put a sleeping baby on their stomach. Nowadays it's ALL about babies sleeping on their back. As a new mom, the fear of SIDS is ever present in my mind, and everything you read/watch/hear will instill this sense of paranoia about almost everything sleeping related. Bumper pads, stuffed animals and even blankets are the root of all things evil for a sleeping baby...and of course, ALWAYS make sure your baby is sleeping on their back.
Well I still have bumper pads on the crib...the breathable ones...and I still use a blanket on him because we live in a freezing old house with no insulation...but what's freaking me out is that my kid has shown a distinct preference for stomach sleeping. From the very beginning, he wanted to roll onto his side, and he's always grabbed blankets or clothing and buried his face in them. On the few occasions he's fallen asleep on the couch, he turns towards the cushions and rubs and buries his face before falling asleep.
Hubs and I have been probably a bit overly paranoid about SIDS. The first night we had him home - hubs had the video monitor camera about 2 inches from his face so he could see if he was breathing...haha. But I'm right there with him - we live by the angel care monitor, and I don't know what I'd do without a video monitor. Sometimes I think all this high tech convenience stuff can breed paranoia and make all our fears worse.
But now, it's ten fold because no matter what we do - Adam rolls onto his stomach to sleep. I've gotten up countless times and flipped him over...we've used a sleep positioner (he rolls OVER it) matter what he wants to sleep on his stomach. And he sleeps so WELL - his power naps are gone, and he snoozes in his crib like a champ. Of course I have the angel care on and the video camera thing with me at all times...but it still freaks me out.

I've read that as long as they are rolling over on their own, it's not dangerous - and he can roll over, but he hasn't learned how to roll onto his back yet...he can get over, but not back to where he started. Should I be worried about this?
I'm just wondering how spastic I have to be about this whole stomach sleeping issue....thoughts? anyone?

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Roger That...

Some of you already know that I work mostly from home...I go into the office about twice a week - but otherwise I'm here in my home office trying to juggle motherhood and work...which includes answering my work phones from 8am-5pm.
Hubs has noticed that at times it's difficult for me to be on the phone if my hands are full or I'm feeding or bouncing or whatever - so he decided to go on a hunt for a good headset. He came home one day and produced a phone that I can clip to myself as well as a handy dandy headset that will help me be HANDS FREE - wooo!
The thing is a lifesaver, but I was having a hard time keeping the phone clipped to my pants, if I didn't have the right pockets, it kept flipping off everytime I sat down...and I realized I needed an actual BELT. Well, I haven't worn a belt since like, the EIGHTIES - as I don't really want to draw attention to that general area, know what I mean? So I went on a search for one of hubs belts. He wears one for work, so I knew he had to have an extra one lying around somewhere. But after looking everywhere, I couldn't find one...but then I stumbled upon something coiled up and crammed in our shoe rack. I was in luck! It was a belt. was one of the most hillbilly looking belts ever. I think it was a gift from someone because it has hub's name stamped in the back, and it's black and turquoise and gold with eagles all over the side, and a giant silver belt buckle with an EAGLE HEAD on it. I've never seen him wear it, but I burst out laughing at the thought.
I shrugged and figured "oh well, as long as it works - nobody will actually see me"
and strapped that sucker on, clipped on my phone, and I was happy.
Until I looked in the mirror.
Let's just the say I expected the fashion police to come screaming to my door at any second.
I happened to have a phone call from hubs sister that day, so I explained to her what I was wearing and why and she laughed her butt off and insisted that I take a picture and send it to her. I really don't think she believed me...but now I have proof.

Behold - my fashion faux pas!
Sexy no?
Methinks there is some much needed belt-shopping in my future.
"this is soaring eagle, over and out"

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

gotta love bullet style...

Fell off the blog wagon again! Damn, and I was doing so well too...filling you all in on my morning brutality. So to get up-to-date on the last few days:
-The boy is all clear on the ear-infection front...and also cleared of teething issues (thank God because if that's how teething was going to go, I'd rather him just be a gummi bear forever)
He does however have a "virus"...which means I've just had to dope him up to make him comfortable and let him ride out the thing on his own. Tylenol is my friend.

-Doc said that if he wasn't better by the end of the weekend, to bring him back Monday - so yesterday we went back (since he still had a low grade fever, and had developed a cough), and it seems he's on the tail end of things, so no need for antibiotics - oh! and we got the all clear to start him on baby food.

-the boy loves Sweet Potatoes...although hubs and I were covered in a fine orange mist during the feeding process.

-He does NOT however, enjoy rice cereal mixed with pear juice (recommended for constipation by the doc) - he literally GAGGED several times and then eyeballed me with severe distrust like I tried to feed him liver or something.

-Bootcamp is still hard...lots of weights and running, same as last week...and I'm still wondering what the hell I was thinking by signing up for this voluntarily.

-Also, that whole 5am wake up alarm? Most days I want to chuck it against the wall, roll over, and go back to sleep. You could say I'm not so much a morning person...
-We have finally transitioned Adam to his own crib in his own room. (I know some of you are thinking, FINALLY! - and others may be thinking ALREADY? But I've asked around and seriously it seems there is no hard and fast rule to when the transition should take place - I just waited until he got too big for the cradle) The first night sucked and I must have been up about 15 times. The second night he slept from 9pm until shock...he's just unpredictable.

-I have to admit, I'm a wee bit sad that he won't be in his cradle next to me anymore. He's growing up! But it's also TIME...I'm ready to have my room back.

-Which also reminds me that tomorrow he will be 6 months old...nutty.

-Anyone care to share your thoughts on the flu shot? I've never gotten it myself - I even turned it down when I was pregnant against the advice of my OB...but my pediatrician highly recommends it for Adam. I have friends who are all about the flu shot - and friends who are completely against it....thoughts? anyone?

-Our furnace busted, wouldn't you know it - right when it gets freezing cold at nighttime? The night Adam slept until around 4am, I plucked him out of his crib to change his diaper and he was a frickin POPSICLE - thank you, thank you - I'll take that mother of the year award now. I took him back to bed with me to snuggle him back to warmth, and told hubs how guilty I felt and he goes "it's okay - he's thawing out, he'll be fine". Ha.

I think that's it, although I'm sure I forgot something because I'm tired...and it's only 9:30pm - woooooo, party animal!
How about some squishy baby pics...

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Tricep Torture...

Before I tell you about today's butt whipping session...I have brag about my hubs for a sec.
See, last night was rough - my little man is still running a low grade fever (gonna call his doc once their office opens) and had a terrible night last night full of tossing and turning and crying and EH-EH-EH....either his teeth are really bothering him, so much that even tylenol won't help...or something else is going on - I suspect ear infection since he's had one already....all of which means I'm on very little sleep. I finally got him good and asleep and in his bed without fussing at 4:30am - so there was absolutely no point in trying to get any shut-eye by then since my alarm was going to go off at 5am.
I wearily got dressed and was tempted to not go and stay home with the boy - but I decided to suck it up and just kept my cell phone on me in case hubs felt I should come home.
I was soooooo not motivated this morning, but I out of the car...opened up the trunk to get my weights and mat, and saw a big note from hubster saying :

Be Brave - You Can Do It - I Love You!

That just put the biggest smile on my face, and gave me the push I needed to get through this morning. I Heart Hubs!
Okay, so the first thing he made us do after we stretched and class time began, was go outside and run five laps around the parking, I have to say I'm rather proud because even though I despite the running - I completed ALL five laps without stopping or walking...that my friends, is a huge accomplishment for me. I was the last one of course, but I didn't care - I'm only in competition with myself, and as long as I finish and can say that I ran the whole way, I feel pretty good about that.
Then it was back inside for some tricep torture. After all of yesterdays arm workouts, my arms were so sore last night, I could hardly bring my fork to my mouth - how's THAT for irony? I couldn't pick up Adam without wincing, and I knew this morning it was gonna huuuuurt. Well, he continued on with the arm workouts, only today he focused on the triceps which is where most of the pain is - all of us newbies were cringing during this workout because it was tough - especially with already sore muscles.
And in between each set, we have to drop and do crunches...and then he added in obliques - which meant leaning back far enough to get your feet off the ground and holding a weight above your belly and moving side to side. I had a helluva time keeping my feet off the ground and he walked over and was about to give me crap when I looked at him and said "don't even, you're working with a c-section belly over here, I'm doing the best I can"
That deterred the yelling - and he let me cheat a bit by resting my feet on a weight - wooo!
They SLICED through my muscles, that should give me some leeway, shouldn't it?
Anyway - after all the horrible arm stuff, he told us to get outside and bring 10 pound weights (I've been using 5 pounds for the weight training stuff) with us. So we all get our 10 pounds and he makes us line up....the dreaded cones were out again...and then he makes us take 2 laps around the parking lot to warm up. After that, we had to power walk holding our weights (20 pounds!) to the cones and back...for 1 minute, and then we'd put our weights down and sprint to the cones back and forth for 1 minute. Over and over and over and over...and each time I picked up those weights I kept telling myself you're just holding the baby - you're just holding the baby. It sucked.
After about a half hour of that - we had to run one lap WITH our weights, and three laps without...
It was tough. And when I got home, and the boy was still asleep - I decided to take the opportunity for a shower, but it took me a good 5 minutes to get the sports bra off (wearing two really helps by the way)...and then I realized that I couldn't get my arm high enough to reach the shampoo. My arms hurt THAT bad. It took me three tries to get that bottle knocked over...ha!
Two days of week one left...I can make it! I think
Allright, I'm off to call the doctor - my little man doesn't want to eat anything and he just LOOKS like he doesn't feel good, fever came back too...wish us luck!

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Day 2's funny to me now that I thought running the mile sucked yesterday, because I'd much rather do that, then experience today's workout. Day 2 was HARD. This is all so much harder than I thought it was gonna be.

Seriously you guys, I'm just not sure I'm cut out for this class...

Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to give up (at $10 a class paid in advance, I'm too cheap to give up) - but I just feel like everyone else is waaaaay ahead of me fitness-wise, and I'm just struggling.
I guess that should be even more of a reason to stay huh? I'll try and remind myself of that when I'm huffing and puffing and trying not to cry while running laps tomorrow.
We're supposed to arrive a bit early to get in some stretching because that's not part of the class...we do that on our own time - well I only got a few minutes of stretching in because Adam woke up right as I was leaving and I had to stick him in bed with hubs and leave. Plus, he woke up again at 2:30, needing changing and a bottle (why oh why did he stop sleeping through the night NOW???) so I was dragging once again.
The first part of class was with a partner...thank GOD my friend Kelli is doing this with me because I hate partnering with people I don't know - and we used resistance bands. We did 20 reps of arm stuff and then had to lock ankles and do 20 sit ups while clapping hands with our partner. Crunches, I can do...Sit Ups are a different story - but I must say..that first set of 20 sit ups, we kicked BUTT - slapped hands and had no problem keeping up. Then it was back to the bands, and on the second set of sit ups, we both tried to get up and it wasn't happening...hahahaha - we started laughing because it was like our stomach muscles just gave out or something. I mean, they were sore from all of yesterday's crunches, but after that first set and doing so well - it was WIERD to not be able to get ourselves up. The drill sergeant guy came over and stood over us and let us use his hands as leverage...said it's just because we're not used to it (plus, throw in the pregnancies we went through and it's even worse...hahaha) - so that was a bit embarrassing that we had to have his help for that part, but oh well...he got us up and made us resist on the way back down. We did that quite a few times, and let's just say - my stomach is so sore, it hurts to take a breath in. This class is making me feel more out of shape than I thought I was...haa!
Then we went onto weight training arm stuff...and my shoulders are killing me - but it's a good kind of hurt, like I really accomplished something. I want some GUNS, ya know?

And then it was back outside for more running - an entire half hour of running....sweet mother am I sick of the running. I'm thinking of doubling up on the sports bra too because the ladies don't like the running. Come to think of it, there is not one single part of my body that enjoys the running, at least not yet. My marathon running friend Aron makes it sound so great and she's so motivating, but damn...I think I was born without that running gene or something. Hopefully it'll get easier as time goes on, but I'm so sore right now that I'm reallllllly dreading tomorrow.

He set up a bunch of cones and we had to run and touch the bottom of each cone and then move onto the next one in a zig-zag formation, and then when we got to the last cone, we had to run a lap around the parking lot. It's a big parking lot with a HILL...and of course anytime he'd catch anyone walking (usually me, since everyone else just seemed to zip on past me barely breathing hard, while I'm gasping for air like I smoke 3 packs a day) he would yell. I hate the yelling, so I would jog - but it was so hard. The cone/lap thing went on for about 20 minutes, I couldn't even tell you how many laps we did, but it was crazy. So then we finally finish, and we are all getting water and he goes "okay ladies, gather around" and then he goes " finish up today....4 MORE LAPS, COME ON LADIES - LET'S GO! NO WALKING!"

damn it...

Today, I am so sore, it actually hurt to snap adam's onsie after changing a diaper. Why do I get the feeling that tomorrow is going to be worse?

moving on...anyone up for squishy baby pics?

If you look close, you might be able to see his two bottom teeth (yes, TWO!)

My big boy in his high chair...

Not so much diggin the rice cereal...