Oreo

Looks as if a 1 year old even knows how to eat an oreo. They should just sell a container of the oreo center and forget the cookie....

Am I being partial if I say I have the cutest kids on earth?

Seriously, I know I'm not supposed to say this out loud but I have the stinkin cutest kids on earth. No...really.....I know every parent out there thinks they have the cutest kids but I must say mine (ours) are pretty darn cute. And I'm not just saying that because they look like me LOL. Pickle is such a mother hen taking care of her little brother. She could be playing and come to a dead stop and say "baby?" Then off she goes running to give him a kiss. It's really amusing when she asks the baby to move off of my lap. She still doesn't understand that the world actually doesn't revolve around her. To her surprise she does have to share Mommy and Daddy. She's talking up a storm. And her personality is flippin funny! She constantly has us cracking up. She's already showing signs of hording with her 3 blankets in her arms (one isn't enough). She organizes things in piles (a little OCD) mixed veggies, candles vs. candle holders, rocks. She tells me "mommy, bbbyyyeeee guys, me go go." Hi and bye are really drawn out it's more like Hiiiiiii, and bbbyyyyyeeee in her deep little voice. She literally understand everything out of our mouths, it's kinda scary.

Now Peanut is seriously heart breaking. I now know what all those Mom's of boys are saying....it's just different. I may even turn into THAT Mom. I get it! I already know nobody will be good enough for my Peanut. I finally get the whole boy thing. But tell me one thing....what does a 3 month old have to get excited about (if you know what I mean)? That little pistol shocked the bajeeezus out of me. Changing his morning diaper and I have someone/something straight up to greet me. Hmmm.....things you didn't know before you had a boy.

Peanut is attempting to roll his little rollie pollie self over. He's only 3 1/2 months and about 16lbs. A little chunky monkey! We call him baby LEGGY (L.E.G.) Thank god that the last name initial goes in the middle (L.G.E.). Only two people have pointed out that his initials spelled LEG and I ask everyone out there...now many personalized items do you own? You would think that both his parents were blonde. I blame the drugs, they really drug c-section victims. It's our little joke. His initials are suiting...he has chunky little short legs. But I bet he'll be swift.

Still loving mommy life. It's so darn fun to watch them everyday. I seriously have the greatest job on earth. And I thank Bid D for that one!

Okay, now I'm gonna pick my jaw off the floor...holy cow!

Time to pick my jaw up off the floor.....holy cow, you go girl.

How many times do you hear about people going on a diet? Every second there are thousands...millions of people saying they are going on a diet. People look for pills, quick fix's, and the easy way to get skinny (90% of people who loose weight gain it back). From past experience there is no easy way to get skinny. Being fit and loosing weight is the one thing that money can't truly buy. Yes...you can buy lipo, a tummy tuck, a trainer, a chef but you can't buy the hand that feeds your mouth. You still have a choice to make every time you open your mouth. That choice isn't easy. I have seen lipo and tummy tucks gone bad. Why? Because they still have the same issues that got them fat. It's always a deeper issue.

When it comes to loosing weight there is every excuse in the book and trust me I have made them. But it's quite easy, eat less then you use in a day. Fuel your body with foods that will help it run better. What would happen if you filled your gas tank with butter? It would eventually stop running. It would get sluggish until it died.

This girl here got tired of being fat. She has turned her life upside down. She runs 5k's, counts her calories/points, makes the choice everyday to be healthy, goes to a gym, and not only does she walk to the grocery store instead of driving but she also lets her son ride his bike to the store with her. Instead of driving to the smoothie joint they ride their bikes there. She joined Weight Watches which helps you incoporate the foods you love with moderation and other healthy choices. She made a commitment to loose weight and to be healthy. It takes both eating healthy and living a more active lifestyle. Weight Watchers didn't take the weight off her, she did that herself. She made the choice and without excuses. She decided she wanted to live longer and be healthier. She set her mind to her goal and reached it, pant size to prove it. She is now a lifetime member at WW. She never stopped going, she still goes everyday. She realizes she still needs her reality check. She understands that each day she has to make the choice to stay where she is at instead of where she was. Use her to motivate you, use her to help you realize that it is possible. Pound by pound. I give this girl major kudos's. Pat on the back, way to go, you go girl. This is an accomplishment that doesn't go un-noticed (how could it?). I envy those people who make the commitment and follow through with it...against all odds and without excuses.

I have always struggled with weight. I LOVE working out but I'm an emotional eater. I self medicate with food. Sadness, boredom, happiness the emotions go on and on. I was raised with that good girl gets an ice cream approach. I will never never never reward my children with food. They can have that cookie whether they are good or bad. In my opinion food should never be a reward or something that is deserving. We often forget that we eat to live not live to eat. Everything in our society is based around food. You got the job, great let's go out to eat, you didn't make the team, let's go get an ice cream and talk about it. If you do make healthy food choices then people often try to convince you to eat with them. Misery loves company. People can't stand to see someone pass on dessert. If you do graciously pass then it's opens a can of worms...come on just a bite. You can have just a bite mentality. People want to see you succeed but at the same time they want you to stay in their comfort zone. After high school I lost a large amount of weight and you would be surprised with the amount of people that were uncomfortable with my accomplishments.

You can say I'm obsessed with dieting, food, working out. But that doesn't mean I'm skinny. I can always afford to loose some weight but I think the true gauge is how you feel inside. I understand that there are times when you have to give yourself a break, you can't always be hard on yourself. You have to accept where you are and what has gotten you here. I have given up on looking like a super model. But I refuse to throw in the towel. I refuse to weigh myself down. I refuse to not feel good. I refuse to take a deep breath after walking up stairs. I refuse to blame my kids in 15 years. I refuse to be a statistic. I struggle but at the end of the day when I look in the mirror, then I can only blame myself for the choices I made that day. I can't blame anyone else for the shoes I stand in. Everyday I have a choice it's whether or not I make the right choice. And the great thing is.....each day is a new day!

This weekend is a blur..

Ever notice that weekends fly by. I don't even work and whatda know Monday is just around the corner. I don't even have a reason to dread Mondays but I do. Not sure why but it's that dreaded Monday deal. I always look at Mondays as a time to start the week fresh...eating good, working out, cleaning the house blah blah blah. I spend my Monday's catching up on the crazy weekend. Weekends are nonstop at our house. We always are on the go. Actually it's in our nature to always be on the go.

We had a sick weekend at our house. I received FREE tickets to the circus for Thur night...we loaded up the kids (not a quick procedure) and headed out for a night of cirques (?). I explained to Pickle that we would be seeing elephants, lions and other circus animals. I even explained it in a book. We get diapers changed....kids clothed...us clothed...sippy cup...snacks...camera...jackets...and head out the door. We pay to park, we park, we walk by the animals we head to the ticket booth and SOLD OUT. AHHHHHH, can I scream. So they offer us wonderful tickets for Saturday night...no problem. We tell Pic that it's time to leave and she is laying on the ground screaming. We peel her off the ground and she proceeds to scream bloody murder. I head over to the parking booth and get my parking money back and we head off to hit up a park instead. She is now happy again.

Saturday comes and we wake up with a majorly sick Pickle. Snotty nose, cough, acts like she has a sore throat....we head to urgent care (only because everyone has had strep around us). We wait and wait and wait...get seen...negative strep test. She obviously is not feeling her normal self so our Saturday circus tickets were given to a friend. Bummer!

Sunday was spontaneously planned...our family headed over for a day visit. Family from all over our state decided to meet at our house (1/2 way point). We hung out, caught up, enjoyed seeing everyone and boom the day is over.

Tomorrow...Monday....ugh!