Updates

This is what we've been up to for the last couple of weeks:

1. MOVING . . . . . AGAIN. Like I said . . . . its becoming my new hobby. This will be the third move in 10 months. Although, since we sold our house in November, I have gotten rid of so much stuff, that this move was pretty dang easy. I loved our little apartment (P, as in Party 102) and all the great amenities, but I was so ready to get into something bigger so we weren't actually living on top of each other.

No we are living in an amazing house house with some suhwheeeeet landlords. They even left their trampoline and swing set. Now I just gotta figure out a way for them to come and cook me dinner every night.

Feel free to come visit our new pad. We actually have room now!

2. TEETH. Two, to be exact. Lilita got some razor sharp ones last week. And let me tell you, I know for a fact that they are razor sharp because she continues to bite me on a regular basis. Last Sunday was the worst. It was the first day she decided to test them out on me. It certainly left a mark. I was pretty much bleeding everywhere, and swore I was done breastfeeding. (I have been looking for an excuse to quit for FOREVER, because I do not love breastfeeding. I only do it cause its good for the team).

This was the day I decided to start giving her solid food. She hates rice cereal. I don't blame her. The stuff looks disgusting. And I also buckled and I still breastfeed, because I cannot for the life of me spend the money on formula when I can make the stuff myself. Oh, and its so much easier, and I am all about making my life as easy as possible! So I am carrying on, and watching her like a hawk while she eats so I can catch her before she bites. (Obviously I have never had a biter before. I never knew the damage these little teeth could cause)!


3. KINDERGARTEN. This has really been hard for me, for a couple of reasons.

One, my baby is getting so big. Not only does it make me feel old, but I just cannot believe that she is already in school. She is my big sweet helper girl. I miss her already, and she has only gone to one day.

Two, school scares me. I feel like I am sending her off to a pack of wolves. I am glad she is going to learn and get even smarter than she already is, BUT she is also going to learn a lot of other stuff, you know, stuff that kids should not even know about. And she is going to learn it from other kids. This kills me. I want to protect her. I realize that I am a little crazy, but this is my baby. We went on a walk the other day, and I told her that she can always ask me questions . . . about anything. I want her to be able to talk to me about things she hears or learns from others. I just hope that she does.

On the first day of school, she was of course ecstatic. Damon and I dropped her off, and she was happy as a clam. It took everything I had to hold myself together. I didn't want to break down in front of her and embarrass her. So I kindly waited til I got in my car, and the tears started pouring. Now, anyone who knows me well, knows that I am not a crier. I don't remember when the last time I cried was. But this week I have cried three times. Yikes. What is happening to my hardcore self?


4. SOCCER. I am officially a soccer mom. I signed Edyn up for soccer a while ago. We had her first practice last Thursday. The league was short on coaches, and guess who pulled thru for the team . . . . the one and only D-MAN!!! Yep! He is Edyn's soccer coach. And guess what? He has never played a day of soccer in his life, but he was willing to do it, so all the little kids on her team could play. I find this EXTREMELY SEXY.


Thats pretty much it for now. Hopefully I will have something else interesting in my life to blog about pretty soon!

Reunion Time

When I heard we were going to go camping for our family reunion, I cringed. I do not like camping for several reasons.

1. Bugs, mostly mosquitoes
2. Dirt
3. No beds
4. Heat
5. Few showers
6. Small children and camping . . . .not my idea of fun.

But then I was told that we were going to Camp Zarahemla, and there would be:

1. Strict dress code of sweats and t-shirts
2. Cabins with beds
3. An actual kitchen to prepare grubalicious food
4. I could go shooting
5. Lake
6. Volleyball


COUNT. ME. IN. I figured I could let all the other things slide.

We just got back and let me tell you, it was a BLAST! My kids had a fabulous time, Damon's middle name should be "Camper" because he is just so good at it, and I held up pretty well, although I did scour in the shower for quite some time tonight after we got home. So now that I am all clean I will post some pictures for your viewing pleasure.

It was a great time. I wouldn't have changed a thing. I can't wait for the next reunion.

Look Who's Home!

After 20 hours of traveling with her two adorable boys, she made it on Sunday night, and we have been partying ever since!

LOVE THIS GIRL!!!

Confessions: The Third Installment

Like I said, I could write a book of all my confessions, but I try to break them up, as to not shock people with my evil/gross/lazy ways.

1. I "start eating right" every Monday. I get myself all geared up to eat right and exercise every Sunday night. Monday morning I wake up ready to conquer this weight loss thing and get me a killer body, FOR REALS THIS TIME. After a bowl of Weight Control Oatmeal, I go strong til approximately 10am and I just can't take it anymore. So what do I do? I eat. EVERYTHING. Its like I'm an animal! (Nursing doesn't help. It make me ravenous.).

Now, some would think, well, you can do better tomorrow. But me, not so much. I figure, since I've blown it today, I will eat as much as I want for the rest of the day, and the remainder of the week, and then start again next Monday. Its like I think there is something magical about this day, that I am going to somehow get some self control on Monday. Why can't I start on Tuesday, or Wednesday? I will never know. I do think I am going to have to come up with a better system, as I am no where near having a killer body. Sometimes though, I just think it is worth it to carry around 15-17 extra pounds, just so I can enjoy eating my brains out.



I do know that I have some self control, I just have to dig down really deep and find it. I have lost the weight before, and I know I can do it again. We'll see how this coming up Monday works out for me.

2. This morning I took my girls to the dentist. (Sidenote: Ava was cavity free so now I don't feel like such a dirt bag mother, because I do exactly the same dental care for both of them, and Edyn of course had another one, to add to the ten she had in January. So apparently, Ava has a little more going for her in the teeth department.) While there, Ava had to go potty. Of course I took her in there, and do you know what the first thing I do is, after I set her on the toilet? Well, I head over to the mirror, to do some inspecting of my face.

I LOVE TO POP ZITS. I always have, and I always will. Not only do I love to pop my own, but other people's too (only if those "other people" do not gross me out, so consider yourself lucky if I have ever popped your zits. That means I don't think you are gross). The worst part of this disgusting habit, is that anywhere I go, if there is a mirror, you can bet I will stop and pick at a few of my blackheads. This includes at the dentist office, any dressing room while shopping, any bathroom, other people's houses, etc. I can't stop myself. I also need to find some self control in this area. So if you ever see me out in public with fingernail marks on my face . . . now you know why. Rest assured, I do wash my hands thoroughly after popping/picking.

3. Edyn and I have come to a compromise. When I cut her nails, I leave one of her thumb nails just long enough to pick her nose. She is completely satisfied with this.

4. My kids are quite the artists. We go through so much paper in this house, its insane. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I HATE stuff. I LOVE to throw things away. I am constantly throwing away their "precious"drawings. I feel so mean, but I just cannot for the life of me save all of them. They are always finding their "art" in the garbage. Then comes the ranting and raving from my little princesses. "Mom, you DO NOT throw away my pictures." Me, "Oh, how did that get there? We better save that one." And in my head I am thinking Crap, I have to be more careful, and not get caught next time.

So am I supposed to keep them all? I just don't see how this is possible.

5. Why I didn't teach my kids to go pee in the pool like all the other kids is beyond me. Oh, except for the fact that its DISGUSTING. I don't want to swim around in anyone's pee. I know, I know, the chlorine kills it. Yeah Yeah. I still grosses me out, BIG TIME.

I swear, Ava has to go pee like 8 times (this is NOT exaggerating) when we go to the pool. I used to take her to the bathroom every time. But that meant, I had to pack up Lila, get Edyn, and anyone else I am responsible for out of the pool, and cart them all into the bathroom. After a day of doing this over and over, I'd had enough. So ridiculous.

So I decided that she could go back very discreetly behind the garbage can and sit on the lower rail of the fence where no one could see her, and squat. She also enjoys this. for her its an adventure! So, every time we go swimming now, I secretly hope that there is no one there who catches me. Then I would really feel like a dirt bag.

My Superb Saturday

Well, I've gone and done it . . . . . got myself a CPL (concealed pistol license). It only took me about 8 months to actually get it, due to my laziness and lack of time to go to the Police Station and actually fill out the application and get fingerprinted. And guess what? I must be squeaky clean cause I got it back in three days. Yep. Squeaky clean!

So I spent today at a gun training class, as I have not the slightest idea about guns. I just know that I want to be able to protect myself and my family if need be. I just PRAY that I never have to use it, but am so glad that we live in the best country on earth, and that I am allowed to have a gun.

I loved the class. We spent the first three hours getting educated. Then we spent four hours at the range. Let's just say that I was basically sucking it up. I could not hit the target for the life of me. In my head I was thinking, Gee Whiz, what is the point of me having a gun if I am going to miss some thug who is trying to kill me?

All my other classmates were doing just fine, and there was another girl there who had never shot a gun before. So I asked my instructor if they had Special Ed classes for people like me. No dice. I was trying to explain to him that my eyes would get blurry when I was trying to line up the sight and all that jazz. It would take me forever, and then I would shoot, and every time I would be high and right. So come to find out, I am a right handed shooter, but my left eye is dominant. Hmmmmm . . so all I have to do is shut my right eye, and what do you know . . . I was hitting that target like no one's business. It makes me feel just a little . . . well, more like A LOT empowered!

I realize this isn't the best, but I assure you I got better. I just neglected taking any more pictures. After all, I was there to shoot ammunition, not photos!

I still have a ton to learn, so I will be taking many more classes and putting a lot of time in at the range. Especially since I bought myself a new toy . . . Its a P22 Walther.

My new boy "Walt"

(Yes, yes, I know that 22's are small, but I wanted to start off with something little that I could get comfy with and work my way up). I don't see myself packing Walt around with me for a long time, until I get WAY better and more comfortable with guns. And don't worry . . . . . I am being very VERY safe. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I am probably the most cautious person on the planet, especially with three little princesses in my house.

So there you have it. This is how I spent my Saturday. And I loved every minute of it!