:lose it:

Well.. It's time to face reality. I just don't have time to go to the gym. I'm wasting my membership. ARGGH!!! I'm lucky if I get the chance once a week. I'm sick of this baby weight and I want it gone ASAP. Ive been pregnant twice since mid-2010.. I feel like I've been fat for 3 years.

I gained WAY too much with the first. I was 113lbs when I got pregnant and 176 when I had him. So............... 63lbs. Yea.

After I had him it took me a year to get down to 129. I had a goal of 120-125 but I looked good at 129 and I was starting to feel confident again....

Then I found out I was pregnant again. I cried. Sure that was vein and superficial of me but I just don't like being "fat".. Bear in mind that I don't consider others my size as fat. Hell, I see many plus sized gals and think "Damn they sure know how to rock those curves!"... But not I.

We all have our own expectations for ourselves. Some prefer to have lovely lady lumps. Some prefer skin and bones. I personally prefer to be a "just below average petite". For me, that's a size 3.

I'm 3 1/2 months postpartum and currently somewhere between a size 7 and 9. Honestly I don't mind the booty so much. I just can't stand having a large waist. I'm 4 inches away from my pre-baby waist. But who's counting....

Anyway. Since vacuuming, dishes, an mothering only burn so many calories I've decided to create a diet and exercise plan and force myself to follow my own rules.

Not only are my home making methods getting a makeover, so am I. So please.. Feel free to nag me about it.

Here's my plan so far:

:like a champ:

It's situations like these that inspired me to start this blog. Accomplishments that are often overlooked by bystanders.. That parental pickle that we often find ourselves in.. When we roll with the punches and come out on top, we deserve bragging rights at the least.

And bragging rights we shall have. This is my most recent story. :)

My job requires me to drive for 2-3 hours a day. I'd love to leave the kids elsewhere but they ride along with me. I just attempt to leave around nap time. Well, about an hour into this particular trip I had to pee. Of course. I now have to wake my sleeping beauties and drag them into a disgusting gas station loo. Great.

I'm carrying Brandy in the car seat and holding Gavin's hand. Eh.. Not too challenging. At least the door was held open for us on he way in.

While on the potty, Gavin was having trouble understanding the concept of the automatic hand dryer. He would occasionally back under it and get scared when it blew hot air onto his head.

We survived the potty trip. Why not get coffee while we're in here? I pour my coffee while Gavin shops for potato chips next to me. Yes, I bought them for him. It was adorable. Then I realized I left my purse in the bathroom. Great. This trip just gets better and better huh?

Ugh. Put my coffee on the counter and drag the kids back to the bathroom to get my money before someone else does.. Paid for my coffee and Gavin's chips then turned towards the door.

This is when I realized that leaving the store would prove to be the most challenging of the trip.. So. Managing to hold Brandy's carseat, Gavin's hand, and HOT COFFEE... I open the door with my feet and make our way back out to the car to get gas.

*Pats self on back*

It's moments like these when I appreciate the fact that I only have two.

:overhaulin it:

It's been a while since I've taken the time to write a new post. I just have soooo much time to sit around these days right? Well. While I'm out in the real world, neglecting my mommy blog, I'm just racking up stories to share. :D

Just as an update, Brandy no longer has colic. **knock on wood** And as if that aren't enough of a miracle....... She now sleeps 7-10 hours at night. She's 3 months old. Gavin never slept more than 2 hours at the time (consistently) until he was at least 5 months old. So yes. This is a miracle.

We've added two puppies to our family. So now we have 3 fur babies.

Did I mention I've been busy?

I've also decided its high time to reorganize my life. I keep a clean house and I have a happy family. But when it comes to keeping an organized and structured lifestyle, this train has long been derailed... After wasting too much time piddling away on Pinterest, admiring all the ladies that have their shit together, I decided that there's no reason why I can't give my old disheveled ways a little lift and tuck. So I bought a new filing cabinet and spent most of my morning filing... unfiling... refiling... Fun.

I'd like to just share a picture. This is a picture of the mounds of food I had to throw out from my refrigerator yesterday. THIS is why my life needs an overhaul. I can't believe I worry about paying bills when I'm throwing this much money away.

Note the hideous countertop the previous residents thought would be stylish. *barf* Thankfully we will be resuming our renovations in the next week or so and I can kiss that ugly green stick on tile goodbye!

Well I'm off to lurk around on Pinterest again. There I will find the motivation to continue this lifestyle makeover of mine :D Wish me luck!

:colic- a parents nightmare:

As I've mentioned plenty of times, I have two children under the age of 2. That in itself if a feat to behold. But what I haven't admitted yet is that our younger of the two (B- 10 weeks) suffers from colic..

If you've ever been around a colicky baby you know all too well that the baby is not the only one suffering in this condition.
If you haven't been in this situation.. Count your lucky stars. If you're clueless, allow me to explain... It's a f%#*ing nightmare.

B has had colic since about 3 weeks old. We began this trying journey with upmost confidence. Patience. Sympathy. And here, only after a few short weeks, we're finding it much more difficult to remain optimistic.

Granted there have been some good days. A few nights she slept for 6-8 hours. But then there are the other days. The sleepless nights. The nights when she's awake for hours screaming relentlessly. And when I say "screaming"... It's a nightmarish scream. And constantly being woken up in a state of panic can be very trying on your poor sleep deprived heart.

You begin to question everything.. Not just your means of coping. I find myself questioning life decisions that are completely irrelevant to the issue at hand. Why?... I don't know. Probably from lack of sleep.

In the words of my wonderful husband "Now I know why everyone is crazy" And why parents often have seemingly lost their marbles.. Because well.. They have. Once those marbles are gone its nearly impossible to get them back.

All that said.. I'm rambling. My mind is disorganized. My house is a wreck. But I'm strapping my seat belt and crossing my fingers. B is now sleeping soundly. And I plan on spending this Saturday morning sitting right here. Snuggling my toddler and watching cartoons. If it weren't for him I don't think I'd see the light at the end of this tunnel.
<3

:party pooper:

We moms tend get a bad rep. Instead of being recognized as the intelligent voice of reason that we are, we most often get dubbed as the fun hating debbie downer. Can someone explain to me how this is fair??

You have to understand.. When you're standing too close to a rail, I see you flying off of it and into the mouth of death. It's not my fault. I blame the mom genes. {not to be confused with mom jeans}.. It creates a dramatic enhancement of actual reality. Much like the movies that claim to be "based on a true story" when about 1% of it is what actually happened.

I let the family get away with a lot of things because sometimes experience is the best lesson.. But it's all within reason. I just hate when my loving concerns are seen as nazi demands.

When G gets in trouble he generally reacts in one of three ways.. 1. He completely ignores me... 2. He LAUGHS at me and continues to repeat the behavior... Or 3. He throws himself on the floor screaming and crying until my ears bleed. Typical toddler behavior. So I pick my battles carefully and hope my decisions don't come back and bite my butt.

But I do my best. No one is perfect. If I have to make the decision between being a wet blanket and having an injured child, I'll be the party pooper every time because I realize that I'm just lucky to have a party to poop on. :)

:pix from the nest:

Since I do most of my blogging from my iPhone, adding pics to other pages can be difficult. But I wanted to add some pics from my phone as a continuation of welcoming into our nest :)

Now prepare for the bomb of photos.