July 12, 2009

How to have a wonderful 4th of July

Clean house.
Have Spencer and Nicole come over.
Eat yummy dinner and play the Wii.
Go to Walmart.
Sleep.
Get on Wii fit.
Nurse baby.
Make breakfast.
Give Thom haircut.
Start to make rainbow jello, 4th of July style, Reds and blues.
Give Izacc haircut.
Make another jello layer.
Give Spencer haircut.
Make cake.
Nurse baby.
Have mom and Grandma come over.
Clean kitchen...again.
Make another layer of jello.
Take shower.
Nurse baby...again.
Make another layer of jello.
Send boys out for charcoal.
Start making lunch.
Make another layer of jello.
Drop entire dish of jello on slate floor.
See what happens to a glass dish full of Jello when it falls on a slate floor.
Say "oh no!"
Clean up jello and glass pieces.
Cut finger on glass.
Put only bandaid you can find on cut, even if it is Backyardigans.
Start over with the jello.
Make rice crispy treats.
More jello.
Clean kitchen...again.
Jello.
Beans.
Salad.
Pump up swimming pool.
Nurse baby.
Jello.
Veggies.
Chips.
Fruits.
Jello.
Find chairs and table, get hubby to set up outside.
Mourn broken dish and the fact that new jello is much smaller and only has 6 layers instead of original 12.Take food outside.
Eat.
Watch cute son play in cold water.Enjoy company.
Have Papa come over.
Nurse baby.
Let Papa snuggle baby.Clean up.
Bring out desserts.
Clean up again.
Watch sky go black.
Watch wind blow trees.
Watch hail flood street.Pack up cars.
Drive to Lander.
Have Spencer chase jack rabbit.
See Spencer eat crap and get all muddy.
Nurse baby in front seat of parked car.
Watch fireworks.
Drive home.
Find sleeping arrangments for all.
Sleep.
Get ready for church.
Get babies ready for church.
Pray baby doesn't poop all over white suit.
Go to church.
Teach lesson.
Watch baby get blessed.
Nurse baby.
Come home, take four generation picture.Take family pictures.See self in family pictures.
Curse post-baby chub.
Adore sweet angel baby.
Dress boys in matching outfits...yeah, we went there.Make lunch.
Pull out all sides from yesterday.
Frost yummy cake.Eat.
Say goodbye to Gramma and Mom.
Get on Wii Fit.
Have Wii Fit tell you you've gained 4.8 lbs.
Tell Wii Fit to shove it.
Eat yummy cake.
Say goodbye to Papa.
Say goodbye to Spencer and Nicole.
Take baby Ian to bed and sleep for no kidding 5 hours.
Wake up.
Clean up dinner.
Have ice cream cones.
Sit on porch and be happy.
The end.

How was yours?

I have a problem

(Um this is not a stock photo, it was taken in my kitchen...)

It all started when I got home from the hospital with Ian. I had a bag from Easter that I took to the Hospital with me and munched on a little. When we got home, there was one bag left, I think it was Thom's. My Mom had never tried them, so he broke open the package. The beginning to my demise. So the bag sat in the living room and Mom and I would sit and snack on them here and there.

Then I finished off the bag and as soon as I did, it all started. You don't know what you've got until it's gone. The cravings, the salivating, the thoughts about that sweet, tart chewy goodness. Every time I thought about eating, it was all I wanted. I tried to appease the beast that was my tummy with sweet things, fruity things, chewy things, but to no avail. Every store I went to I would look to see if they had any, but no. They are sold one time of year and that's all. My addiction made itself known a little too late for me to stock up. I even looked online and found them only to be out of stock.

Boo.

So I gave up and tried to make due with things I could find. Gummies, I even tried Jelly Bellies. Ahh, not cutting it, but would work, I suppose.

So there I was, walking through my hometown grocery store and I walked down the candy aisle, just out of habit, fully expecting not to find them and to my giddy surprise there they were! And not just a bag or two, but a whole stockpile! They even had a tag on the shelf which means they carry them all the time!!! I bought two bags. I called my hunny, who was not with me at the time and told him. He told me I had better get more. I scoffed at his lack confidence in me and knowing myself better than he, told him, "Oh no, two is plenty for me." I will have the taste I've been craving and be done with it...

...until I finished off one bag in two days.

He bought me three more bags before we left.

I began rationing them out to myself, and then had to give myself only 1 serving a day, for fear of running out. So when we went back, about a month later, I decided to stock up. Eight bags, all mine.

The lust has slowed down a bit and I've managed to ween myself off the taste, I think I've even gone a week without having them at all. I still have eight bags in my cupboard, maybe seven. I will simply keep them with my food storage...right next to my caffeine free Dr Pepper ...for who knows when the evil hunger beast will strike again...

July 10, 2009

2 Months

I started this post oh, on June 30 and never came back to finish it. So it's a little tardy.



Our little Ian is not so little anymore. He has grown so much and it's kind of sad. He is already into 3-6 month clothes and his little legs are just so so long! I think we're in for a big boy here. I measured his feet at the store today and he is already a size 2 1/2. I put on a pair just for kicks and not only did they fit, but they were too small. Too small for his feet, that is. Otherwise he looks like he's wearing skis. For real, I am afraid of the giantness that might be this baby. Let's just hope his body keeps up with his feet...

He has become quite the social butterfly. He is always always smiling and cooing and laughing. He is such a calm baby, just soaking it all in. He only cries when he's hungry or tired.

He is sleeping for almost a five hour stretch at night, which is awesome. He hates tummy time. Hates it. He loves the swing and the bath. He is learning to play with the toys in his bumble chair and loves to just "chill" in his snuggle nest. He is simply adorable.

Izacc is such a great big brother. He loves to cuddle up to Ian and tell him that he loves him. He is always trying to convince me that he needs to carry Ian or feed Ian or he is sticking his fingers in the baby's mouth to, of course, "make him happy" Yikes.