To my recollection I have never made a new year's resolution.
Figured I'd break it so why even make it.
Good thinking right.
This year is the exception.
Just in case you forgot I recently had twins! I gained about 50lbs. Not to shabby in my book, considering I had two decent sized babies, two placentas (one of which I'm told was HUGE), blood flow for 2 babies, beginning milk supply, and two amniotic sacs. All told I weighed less with 2 babies than I did when I had Leah! Yikes!
So here's my new year's resolution. To fit back in to my wedding dress! Yep! That's it! Big undertaking but according to SparkPeople, I should be able to do it by around June! I'll take by December, but its nice to know if I work hard it could be possible by June!
Why my wedding dress? Many reasons. That weight was the last time I really remember feeling good about the way I look. I felt amazingly beautiful in it. I thought it was beautiful. My husband tells me it was the sexiest thing he's ever seen me wear. :) tmi? And I would love to do a "trash the dress" of sorts. Nothing crazy but just something simple and fun! I've got a great photographer to hire! She's great, if anyone is interested!
Ok, so lets help keep me accountable people! I will be posting about bringing sexy back
My first smaller goal is to be back to pre-baby weight by the end of March. That's about 25lbs. I've already lost 1 last week so its a start. If I lose it all I'll be exactly where I started year ago!
Ok, here we go!
Friday, January 13, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
2 Months
I know I'm a few days late, but hey, I have twin infants!
Luckily, right now they are both napping along with their big sister, and lest I jinx it, I have a few minutes of quiet.
There is laundry on the floor to be folded, a floor to be vacuumed, dishes to be done, a shower to be taken, beds to make, but I am just taking a quiet moment for myself. These times are few and far between
So on to the babies.
2 months already!! So crazy! I see some things getting easier. I have finally figured out how to feed them at the same time by myself. I've found a method that works well for me. Baby on each side sitting in a boppy, blanket rolled up in front of them and bottle resting on the blanket. I hold their bottles for the most part, this just makes it easy when I need to burp one of them. No wrangling to try to prop the bottle up, its just let go and burp. Works well for me. Now, if I could just make myself put them on the same schedule. I do for the most part, but I hate waking them up when their sleeping. Like right now, I really should be waking up Caleb to eat because his sister ate a while ago, but when their napping so well, I hate to do it!
Here's and individual twin breakdown.
Caleb:
Holds his head up pretty well
Loves to look at the pictures on the wall
Smiles when you talk to him or smile at him
There's no fussy with him, its either happy or screaming. 0-angry right away
Isn't sleeping through the night and not really giving me a super long stretch. 6 hours has been his max
Likes the bouncy seat as his toy of choice
Loves his brother and sister!
Eating 5oz about every 3 hours
Loves tummy time
Emmerson:
Getting better at holding her head up. Still pretty wobbly but getting stronger all the time
Also loves the pictures
Loves to watch tv
Great smiler! Beat her brother to the punch for first smile!
Sleeps through the night! Last night was from 8-5! Yep! Love her :)
Is content most of the time and only really gets crying when she's hungry
Loves the swing, the bouncy seat and the play mat.
Loves her brother and sister!
Eats 4oz every three hours
Hates tummy time!
Any advice on scheduling would be helpful! I know Eat, wake, sleep. Just really how strict should I be?!? Or do I stick with what I'm doing?
Luckily, right now they are both napping along with their big sister, and lest I jinx it, I have a few minutes of quiet.
There is laundry on the floor to be folded, a floor to be vacuumed, dishes to be done, a shower to be taken, beds to make, but I am just taking a quiet moment for myself. These times are few and far between
So on to the babies.
Emmerson obviously not to happy about this...done with the photo shoot!
2 months already!! So crazy! I see some things getting easier. I have finally figured out how to feed them at the same time by myself. I've found a method that works well for me. Baby on each side sitting in a boppy, blanket rolled up in front of them and bottle resting on the blanket. I hold their bottles for the most part, this just makes it easy when I need to burp one of them. No wrangling to try to prop the bottle up, its just let go and burp. Works well for me. Now, if I could just make myself put them on the same schedule. I do for the most part, but I hate waking them up when their sleeping. Like right now, I really should be waking up Caleb to eat because his sister ate a while ago, but when their napping so well, I hate to do it!
Here's and individual twin breakdown.
Caleb:
Holds his head up pretty well
Loves to look at the pictures on the wall
Smiles when you talk to him or smile at him
There's no fussy with him, its either happy or screaming. 0-angry right away
Isn't sleeping through the night and not really giving me a super long stretch. 6 hours has been his max
Likes the bouncy seat as his toy of choice
Loves his brother and sister!
Eating 5oz about every 3 hours
Loves tummy time
Emmerson:
Getting better at holding her head up. Still pretty wobbly but getting stronger all the time
Also loves the pictures
Loves to watch tv
Great smiler! Beat her brother to the punch for first smile!
Sleeps through the night! Last night was from 8-5! Yep! Love her :)
Is content most of the time and only really gets crying when she's hungry
Loves the swing, the bouncy seat and the play mat.
Loves her brother and sister!
Eats 4oz every three hours
Hates tummy time!
Any advice on scheduling would be helpful! I know Eat, wake, sleep. Just really how strict should I be?!? Or do I stick with what I'm doing?
Friday, January 6, 2012
A Whole New Meaning
It's amazing as you grow up how your perspective on life changes.
Some things have less meaning.
Some have much much more.
You realize what's important in life!
For me another perspective changed yesterday.
Growing up my youth pastor and his wife meant a lot to me! Before I was even in youth group they were my neighbors and I was over there every day. They say I was there more than I was at home! I have even been honored to be called their eldest child at times!
So, when on a trip home from a camp one winter, her water broke far to soon and their sweet baby was called home to heaven, I was upset and even cried. But now, after having children of my own, and knowing people who have had great losses in their life, I realized really the significance of what happened!
I realized that they probably think of their sweet Annie all the time! Long to hold her, kiss her sweet face, watch her sleep. You never get over the loss of a child, or a miscarriage, or an inability to get pregnant, or many other hurts. Time may heal the sting and allow the ability to move on, but these things are never forgotten! Nor should they be. They make us who we are!
Yesterday would have been Annie's 21st birthday! I can't wait to meet her one day in heaven and tell her what amazing parents she had!
Love you D & B!!! You are so so special and I will hug you tighter next time I see you!
Some things have less meaning.
Some have much much more.
You realize what's important in life!
For me another perspective changed yesterday.
Growing up my youth pastor and his wife meant a lot to me! Before I was even in youth group they were my neighbors and I was over there every day. They say I was there more than I was at home! I have even been honored to be called their eldest child at times!
So, when on a trip home from a camp one winter, her water broke far to soon and their sweet baby was called home to heaven, I was upset and even cried. But now, after having children of my own, and knowing people who have had great losses in their life, I realized really the significance of what happened!
I realized that they probably think of their sweet Annie all the time! Long to hold her, kiss her sweet face, watch her sleep. You never get over the loss of a child, or a miscarriage, or an inability to get pregnant, or many other hurts. Time may heal the sting and allow the ability to move on, but these things are never forgotten! Nor should they be. They make us who we are!
Yesterday would have been Annie's 21st birthday! I can't wait to meet her one day in heaven and tell her what amazing parents she had!
Love you D & B!!! You are so so special and I will hug you tighter next time I see you!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Failing-A Mom Blog
It all started with good intentions.
My sons hair was looking like this...
The one doing the feeding, not the one being fed. :)
Seriously, an untamed, thick, long mess.
Did I mention, thick and long.
Did I mention that he won't let me "do" it every day. Gel to tame the bedhead. No, that does not happen in this house. He says it doesn't look like "him"
Did I also mention he hates to get his hair cut.
As in, once upon a time my mom pulled into the driveway and heard horrible screaming. So much screaming she ran in the house, sure that someone had broken a body part or worse, just to find him getting his hair cut. Yes, its that bad. No amount of bribing or cheering or encouraging will help. In the five years of his life he has not cried for 2 haircuts. When I say cried, I mean thrashing about screaming his head off. Its a wonder his hair isn't to his knees.
So, we were all geared up for a "quick" hair cut. Both babies sleeping. We had just finished dinner. Dessert was promised for good behavior.
Towel over the face for stray hairs, cape on to be brave like superman.
The first couple of passes go without incident. Then we get to the back where is it thicker and longer, and the first tug of hair. You see, when you cut long hair with clippers, it builds up and starts to pull. See where I am going.
Much screaming to ensue.
We're talking scare his brother and sisters to death. In the midst of him screaming, I could hear both babies and Leah crying. Poor Daddy. Side note, both babies had to be held the rest of the night because they were so shaken, at least that's what it seemed like.
30 minutes later we finally had a finished haircut. It ended with him sobbing into a towel. "Bad mommy, bad mommy, bad mommy" Yep, we both ended the haircut in tears.
The only good thing, I didn't have to hold him down. :)
So, the lesson. When your son needs a haircut, take him to super cuts or call his aunt :)
My sons hair was looking like this...
The one doing the feeding, not the one being fed. :)
Seriously, an untamed, thick, long mess.
Did I mention, thick and long.
Did I mention that he won't let me "do" it every day. Gel to tame the bedhead. No, that does not happen in this house. He says it doesn't look like "him"
Did I also mention he hates to get his hair cut.
As in, once upon a time my mom pulled into the driveway and heard horrible screaming. So much screaming she ran in the house, sure that someone had broken a body part or worse, just to find him getting his hair cut. Yes, its that bad. No amount of bribing or cheering or encouraging will help. In the five years of his life he has not cried for 2 haircuts. When I say cried, I mean thrashing about screaming his head off. Its a wonder his hair isn't to his knees.
So, we were all geared up for a "quick" hair cut. Both babies sleeping. We had just finished dinner. Dessert was promised for good behavior.
Towel over the face for stray hairs, cape on to be brave like superman.
The first couple of passes go without incident. Then we get to the back where is it thicker and longer, and the first tug of hair. You see, when you cut long hair with clippers, it builds up and starts to pull. See where I am going.
Much screaming to ensue.
We're talking scare his brother and sisters to death. In the midst of him screaming, I could hear both babies and Leah crying. Poor Daddy. Side note, both babies had to be held the rest of the night because they were so shaken, at least that's what it seemed like.
30 minutes later we finally had a finished haircut. It ended with him sobbing into a towel. "Bad mommy, bad mommy, bad mommy" Yep, we both ended the haircut in tears.
The only good thing, I didn't have to hold him down. :)
So, the lesson. When your son needs a haircut, take him to super cuts or call his aunt :)
Monday, December 26, 2011
And we're back!
Running that is!
I posted 5 miles last week!!
Running/Walking, but mostly running!
I am one happy mommy!!
I posted 5 miles last week!!
Running/Walking, but mostly running!
I am one happy mommy!!
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