The 411.

Word up and howdy-do. I know it's been forever. I promised to tone it down on the "mommy" stuff, and it turned out that you take the baby out of the picture, and there's not a lot to talk about right now. I mean, I literally eat, and (don't) sleep Syd these days, so when I really tried to come up with something new or exciting, I came up blank. So I guess I'm going back on my word. Don't get overly upset. It's not like you've never done it.My Squishy Squid is sleeping through the night. Yaaaaay! I mean, it's like between seven or eight hours. Because I'm a lazy person, I still dream of the elusive twelve...but I'll totally take seven over three and a half to four. Now when I finally lay down to sleep, I don't have that weepy feeling that I'll have to get up again in an hour. (Because, even though they are sleeping for three and half to four hours, doesn't mean that you are--there are still things like feedings and putting them back to sleep...which always take an additional hour or two). She's also started to coo. I LOVE this stage. It's the sweetest thing when they smile at you and try to tell you about their day with absolute seriousness, slobber, and sighs. Also, I have to give big props to Amy, as she made the little onesie that Syd wears in that top picture. I know I'm biased but I think that you'll agree it's adorable.
Cole is sick. Again. I've decided that he's just my sickly kid. Riley will get the two colds a year, like the normal person, but Cole picks up everything. It's so annoying to me. The confusing part is that he's the kid that will eat fruit all day and salads. (Yes, he's also a sugar addict, however, so is Riley, and it doesn't seem to affect her). So I don't know what to do. This also makes me so sad, as he looks too entirely pitiful when he's not feeling well. He also says things that are melancholy. For instance, today he asked me if I could feel his heart, because he's so sick. "Can you feel it being breaked?" I told him I was sorry his heart hurt, and he told me, "Everything hurts". So sad. In addition to that, he's the one with an overly sensitive stomach and aversions to any type of foreign smell...so when he's sick anyway, it makes everything that much worse. I'm just going to have to deal with my Bubbers getting whatever it is that's being passed around, whenever it goes around. Fabulous.
TOTAL TOPIC CHANGE
To those of you concerned, and on a completely unrelated note: Zooey Deschanel is now off the market. I found this out a few weeks ago and was happy to learn that she is marrying someone that is worthy of her--the lead singer from Death Cab for Cutie. So for my readers that already knew this, sorry about the unnecessary repetition. For those of you that wish she was yours--and I know that there are a lot of you, seriously--she's now unavailable. Why does this make me happy? Maybe because I know so many lust after her...and she's so cute that I really can't hold a grudge. (I'll be honest, I kind of have a girl crush on her). So, since I find it hard to hate her, I'll enjoy the fact that she's now going to be married and hopefully pop out a few children. Thus, making her less fantasy worthy.
Is this a healthy way of thinking or a useful way to spend my time? No. I can't justify it, but I am aware of this...just so you know.
Now that I've let you in on that little fact, you may see why I'm trying to tear down all my considered models of perfection. I went to the doctor's office yesterday. Admittedly it was for my six week checkup, but it's been almost eight. This is mainly because I wanted to go get weighed and not hate myself. Did I succeed? Bah, no. I stepped on that freaking scale and wanted to yell at my kind nurse. I take comfort in knowing that I really, REALLY had to pee and that I was wearing my "puffy coat" as Cole calls it, and holding my purse. However, I still have thirty pounds to go, and I was hoping it was more like, less than twenty. BALLS! So I posted the above picture anyway, even though I normally wouldn't have, as it showcases my double chin. Kass is already at her pre-pregnancy weight, and I thought that maybe I could, by a certain type of osmosis...be there as well if I thought about her doing it. Uh, it just didn't work like I'd hoped. So I guess it's back to watching what I eat and exercise. Damn.
Anyhoo, that's all for now. I think I've caught you up on all that's happening around here. Here, being at our house...cause that's the only place I've been for the last couple months...here and Wal-mart, I guess. But you know what that looks like. So, until next time, my faithful readers. And know that you're important to me. I could have been doing leg lifts, or crunches, and instead I chose to let you in on my personal life through this new post. That's love, my friends, real love.

January 2009

Surprisingly enough, I've had a couple people inquire whether or not I would ever post on my blog again. Not to worry, I'm still here, I just have encountered a lot of different things as of late. January has brought me many various instances in which my time and thoughts have been required elsewhere. I've been dealing with life, death, old acquaintances, new acquaintances, happy milestones and sad endings...it's been quite a bit of a wild ride and honestly, I'm not too sure where I am right now. I have a lot of thoughts and scenarios running through my mind and I'm still trying to find out what I'm doing. Hopefully I'll get my shiz together, but until then, I'm tired. I'm tired and I'm trying to hold myself together--and for me, the easiest way to do that is to distance myself from things that I find distasteful or overwhelming. There are quite a few things in those categories that I've been good about avoiding, and one of the ways I'm doing that is by playing around on Facebook--it's actually been a nice change because it's simple. I can comment on someone's status, which is usually something inconsequential, and it's all light and low stress. However, on a bit of a negative note, I've noticed that I've become a lot more lame. Not that I've ever been the epitome of cool, but honestly I'm now that woman that has a baby and then talks about nothing but the baby. It's overly exciting stuff like Sydney's health, and bowel movements, and sleeping patterns, and then a lot of my general vast knowledge on what being a mom to a newborn and older children entails. When I re-read my comments and such, I see that I'm just a bottomless well of motherly knowledge--even when no one asks, I'm dishing out advice and anecdotes. If I didn't love where I am so much, I totally would be more embarrassed. So I've resolved that I will tone it down a bit. Anyway, for those of you that have seen my comments and such on Facebook, and have thought: "Gag, is that all she talks about?" I'm going to try to branch out. My brain is still fuzzy, and it's still difficult to create cognitive sentences, and that's my excuse for my apparent lameness as of late--hopefully that clears up some stuff...or maybe not.
January second marked the tenth year of Jeff and my wedded bliss. We didn't do an abundance of activities due to the newest addition to our family. But, I did get a new purse, and Jeff got an Iron Man action figure, so it was a memorable event, for sure. After we shopped for fun stuff, we went to Bajio Grill because if there's one thing that has brought us closer together over the years, it's delicious food. Before Jeff met me, he didn't like Mexican cuisine. Now he immensely enjoys such sumptuous eateries as Taco Bel, Del Taco, and when it's REALLY special, the aforementioned Bajio Grill.
Jokes aside, it was a really great day. We slept in, as the kids were sick. And even though we didn't get that greatly anticipated ten year anniversary date, we had fun being together, and just enjoyed each other.
On a different note, I was looking through my yearbook a few days ago. I guess seeing all these High school people on Facebook made me a little nostalgic, and why that is, I have no idea, because I hated high school. But in my "In ten years from now" statement, I said I was going to be Chris Cornell's third wife and own my own fashion merchandising company. Reach for the stars, right?
Instead, here I am, married to Jeff--who is my own personal rock star. He's also SO not the sell-out Chris Cornell has turned out to be. And fashion? I mean, I don't know WHAT I was thinking...my sweat shorts, and the ability I have of envisioning a potential outfit out of any type of pajama pants aside, I've never been overly fashionable. Perhaps I was just trying to change by positive thinking.
My life isn't what I thought/envisioned it to be. For that, I am SO grateful. I married a hot boy that has turned into a gorgeous man. I have three beautiful children, and I get to stay home with them. I may be less intelligent than I'd originally banked on being, but I'm good with it. Ignorance is indeed bliss for me.
So I'm going to get back on the blogging ball. It's a new year, and I've got a lot to say. Perhaps it won't be well received by all my readers, but I'm not going to censor myself for others. I've got a lot going on, and so does everyone else. And one of my New Year's resolutions has been to be true to myself, and so I will be. And that's all for this post. Until next time.