After years and years (and years) of struggling with my weight and one rather petite baby I finally joined Weight Watchers (again).  I couldn’t begin to tell you what’s different this time around.  It’s too cheesy to even say and yet there’s something.  Something that I can’t put my finger on and yet something that I am holding onto with every fiber of my being. 

I’m currently 15.8 lbs down.  Wanting to know when it was I reached my pre pregnancy weight and thereby was loosing additional weight, I reached out to my OBGYN.  It’s what I like to call “making baby weight”. 

I honestly had no idea how far off I was and when I saw those numbers, well let’s just say it took a solid 24 hours for me to come out of my shock.  While I knew I didn’t want to spend my pregnancy and fuss over how much weight I gained during my pregnancy, I also know now just how much I stuck my head in the sand. 

I just hit my 5% and while certainly my 10% is a next logical goal, or even hitting 20lbs what I’ve decided is that I want to make baby weight by my next OB appt.  That app. is April 23rd, and I need to look 23.2 lbs.  That’s basically 2 pounds a week. 

Can it be done?  Sure.

Will it be hard?  Hell yes.

Am I going for it anyway?  You know it.

The little miss has started to play on her own.  I realize this may not seem like earth shattering news but for me it’s pretty monumental. Up until now Emerson would play, but rarely would she go off and play with her own toys without wanting our attention, or getting into something that she shouldn’t (i.e. everything EXCEPT her toys), or just generally climbing all over us. 

This weekend I noticed that she was happily pulling all of her toys out of her little corner of the living room and generally playing up a storm.  Sunday morning I even sat there reading my magazine and drinking my coffee while she played beside me and it.was.glorious. 

I felt a little bit bad of course, but I remind myself she needs this.  I had gotten to be a little….overbearing perhaps which was pointed out to me about the same time I tried to keep her from falling down….in a soft playroom.  Let me repeat, we were in a room, entirely padded with only soft padded things made especially for her kids her age and I was worried about her tripping.  Oy.

As days pass I find her more and more fun to be around.  I remember back when she was nothing but a small sack of potatoes who I couldn’t get to poop and surely didn’t know what to do with.  We still worry about her poop, and I never claim to know just to do with her but man I’m having fun.

This has been one of those week.  Brutal.  I’m really excited to get to spend some time with the family.  Nothing too much on tap, except:

*hanging out tonight, making some plans

*Eating ice cream.  Thanks to a multitude of swollen lymp nodes under my tongue I’m in PAIN!

*DATE NIGHT!  Woot!  Matt and I are heading out on Sat. night.  I am so excited :)

*Maybe a good long walk if the weather’s nice. I just wish we were closer to hiking trails.

*Skype with my sister (I hope) and the kids

*Wash the new duvet and clean the bedroom.  Next stop is ordering the new rug.  I’m freakishly excited about this.

*Perhaps a trip to the park/swings?  Always a favorite and it looks like the weather will be nice.

*Royal Rumble.  I AM a devoted wife :)  I may have to try to make some treats for that one.

Have a great one!

It’s been a rough time around here with work.  My schedule has shifted and where as I’d normally be pretty quiet this time of year and prepping for what’s ahead, instead I find myself all cylidners trying to keep up.  I also have several new clients, which means there is a learning curve and given that two of them are one and done, it’s a learning curve of epic proportions.

Last night I had a post con meeting with one of my clients whom I really do have a sweet fondness for, and afterwards we all went out to a “team building”. It’s something we try to do every few months with a variety of folks that work with this account and generally that we like to be around.  Matt did baby duty, and I tried to remind myself not to feel guilty since this was a “work event”, albeit a very around and about way. 

What I found was I was able to let loose.  I don’t know how to explain it except I just let myself hang out, be social, like all of this stored up networking bubbled up and it was fun. 

When I got home I just wanted to see my baby girl.  She was asleep and so I snuck in to her room and just stared for a moment.  I have several blogs I follow, and there are a lot of sick babies out there, babies who earned their wings and mamas and daddys who are still waiting to meet their babies. 

My life may be pretty hectic right now, but I have a full heart.  A wonderful husband and a baby girl who I adore and is so much fun to boot.  Last night doesn’t erase everything I’m dealing with at the moment, but it sure does make it a lot easier to bear.

I’ve been trying to be better about trying to update this, in hopes that my family (hi mom and dad!) will learn how to use it.  Heh!

1.) My personal work schedule has been….well, reworked….so that my once quite winter’s are now a bona fide crap storm.

2.) Remind me never to complain about being bored.

3.) Today is Monday and I’m batting 1000 as a Mama.  I forgot Emerson’s 1/2 gallon of milk, the daycare survey, and her hat.  Luckily I had an extra hat in the car.  Let’s not discuss the million things I forgot for myself today.

4.) We bought Emerson a new winter coat.  Honestly, the kid is a hot box and since we don’t play outside in the winter b/c she’s just learning to walk, it was no biggie.  However, the new daycare DOES play outside.  Do you know how hard it is to find a kid a coat in January???  I finally found one at TJ Max.  Last and only one.  It was GAWD Aweful.  Turquoise and darker blue animal print.  BLEH!

5.) Old Navy to the rescue-not a puffer coat in her size, but something nice and warm and in a neutral color. 

6.) I always wondered about the parents who dressed their kids in that kind of stuff—not the older kids who pick it out, but the ones who have it picked out FOR them.  Now I know….they waited until mid-winter to buy a coat and all that was left was that and then spring crap.

7.) Em is cutting at least one new tooth and it’s a doozy.  Poor kid.  However, when her mouth isn’t bugging her she’s reached a whole new level of fun.  My kid is awesome.

8.) I’m also noticeing Emerson is a bit more independant.  I thank the new daycare for that.  Of course, matt has to remind me to let her do her own thing and stop hovering.

9.) Emerson is a walking machine.  Like honest to goodness toddler.  Her nickname is Frankenstein :)

10.) Baby girl is still sporting her mullet like a rockstar-ha!

Emerson’s latest trick?  Signing please, thank you and more.  I’m so proud!

Not just proud but I cannot explain how excited I was when I realized that she was communicating with me!  She looked up at me and signed that she was hungry, more please. ACK!

We’re still working on consistency.  She’s been signing these for a while but she’s finally starting to use it on her own.  It’s amazing, feels like a barrier is getting chipped away. 

Also cute?  She says “peas” (please).  Oh my heart!

Emerson also has started saying Hi, bye bye, thank you (or at least sometihng that has the same intonation) and Bubba.  This is added to Mommy, Daddy, Puppy, tickle tickle and baby. 

And also?  A walking fool.  Lookout world!!

Just for giggles, a 365 blog

You know that feeling, when you go in the ocean and get knocked off balance by a wave and before you can really regain your balance another wave comes, then another?  Yea that is totally this week.