Finally!

Well friends, the scale finally moved!

I guess that TGIF's Brownie Obsession I enjoyed with NB-C Friday night was better for me than I though because all of a sudden I'm down 3 1/2 pounds!

The little man, however, is packing on the pounds. He's up to 17 pounds and he basically skipped over wearing any 3 - 6 month clothes. I started him on cereal yesterday because he's going through 40 - 48 ounces of formula in a 24 hour period! Beak says we're going to have a to take out loans to buy groceries when he's a teenager.

We really don't know how to handle a child who eats - E weighed 30 pounds when she turned 1 and she still weighs 30 pounds but she'll be 3 in October!

I have no idea how this short fat woman had a tall skinny daughter!

A message to the Clinique Counter Lady

I'm 13 weeks post-partum.

I think I'm fat, I think I look tired, and I think my skin is flaky and horrid.

Show me whatever you want to sell me and then tell me one of these things:

"That concealer really thins your face"

"That tan eye shadow really brightens your eyes"

"That new lipstick color really makes you look younger"

I'll buy it all.

The scale

The scale hasn't moved for 7 weeks.

For seven weeks. Not up, not down - 7 weeks!

In that seven weeks I've started WW again & workout for at least 20 minutes 4 or 5 times a week and it still hasn't moved.

Granted, I weigh less now than when I got pregnant both times and I thank my lucky stars for that because I know lots of women aren't that lucky, but HELLO!!

So get ready to hear a lot about my fitness journey. Mostly, I'd like to be able to wear what I want and not wonder how I look all day. Maybe blogging about it will help me get over some sort of mental hurdle. If it's in wrting I must be committed to it so let's see what happens.

My goal is to lose 30 pounds by November 1.

Wish me luck and pray I don't overdose on those WW 1 point caramel cakes.....

Have I mentioned my new addiction?

DALLAS

that's right as in J.R, Suellen, Bobby & Pam! LOVE IT!!

http://www.ultimatedallas.com/

It all started innocently enough...Beak got Direct TV and a DVR shortly after Landon was born. I was excited to get Soapnet and while checking it out one day I saw that Dallas was on. I kind of laughed remembering back to when I was a kid and watched it pretty regularly. So I checked it out and bam - I was hooked! So, I DVR it all week and spend Saturday morning catching up on it while the little man snacks and E destroys the living room.

Anyway, this weekend we took the kids to OH for the first time since L was born. What a trip! YIKES! He hates the car seat and we had bad traffic going up. E didn't want to go to bed which meant I had to take her out to the truck for "a talk" which actually did not involve talking - it involved a spanking!

We survived but won't sign up for an overnighter again anytime soon.

The sign

The sign I needed drugs came on Monday morning.

Sunday night E did not sleep - she was screaming and cranky and I finally let her get in bed with me and I think I got about 4 hours of sleep between the two of them waking up. Needless to say I was in a foul mood Monday morning.

On our way to daycare/ work, she was driving me nuts and I yelled at her. She cried, but she cried for her daycare lady! She was pretty much as done with me as I was with her.

The sign that without drugs I may be a horrible mother came Monday night.

We wer sitting on the couch and she was eating yogurt & little man was already in bed. She looked at me and hugged me and then said "Thank you for being nice to me." That pretty much sealed my fate - time to get some meds so I can be a normal human being again.

Today is little man's 12 week mark so hopefully the hormones will start to even out and the paxil will help and I can be a nice friendly person to my children, husband and co-workers.

I'm also having a mani-pedi today and that couldn't hurt either!

A few of my favorite things...

Spanx - I'm wearing some today and I feel all held together. That "held together" feeling is quite nice 11 weeks postpartum!

When my husband comes home from work and picks up my screaming infant.

When the car that's riding you passes you intending to cut in front of you but gets caught behind the traffic he pulled into to get around you. It just makes me giddy.

Dropping my whining toddler and my aforementioned screaming infant off at daycare.

And all of these are before 9:15am - I wonder how many more favorites I'll run into today!

Real Men....

who love Jesus, their wives or their families do not need bumper stickers for other people to know it.

I'm sick of the pity faces

yep, sick of the pity faces. They're everywhere.

My first day back at work someone actually said "I'm sorry" - like I didn't WANT to be back. Someone else actually asked me "aren't you worried that he's crying for you?". I couldn't believe it!!!! Newsflash people - 10 week old babies don't cry for their mother - they cry for their bottle and any hand that holds it will be just fine with them thank you very much.

When I answered both these folks with the horrific response that I did the happy dance when I dropped the kids off, you'd have thought I was admitting abuse of some sort. Let's face it folks, this gal is a better mother to her kids because they are in daycare.

Then, Wednesday I took said kids to the mall with my mother. The mall has a kids play area so I left E and Gran there while the little man hit Old Navy with me. Well, apparently the music in Old Navy was a bit loud for the wee-one and he howled the entire time I was in the store. You would not have believed the pity faces - one after another - it was like "oh, poor thing, she can't make him stop crying".

I told one lady about my age with her mother that he needed a sign that said "I hate my mother".

In the check out lane I said to one of the ladies exhibiting pity face that I had explained to Landon that if he hadn't stretched me out so badly he in fact would not have to be in Old Navy shopping for mama's new clothes at all. The cashier laughed, but another lady came from behind me in line to lean over the stroller and coo at him in an attempt to get him to stop crying.

WHAT the !#%@%@#$>?????

He's my kid and if Iwant to let him cry, guess what crazy lady - he has to cry! I'm the mommy - I get to decide!!!!!!

Stop with the pity faces people - women with two kids who choose to venture to walmart or the mall know that it's not going to be an easy trip, but we do organize and plan and sometimes we even bring a bottle or some diapers along with us.

A long 10 weeks...

I'm finally back at work with time to sit down long enough to update the blog.

The little man made his debut at 8:03am on April 26...a scheduled c -section is somewhat like going to the mall to pick out your kid.

We got there around 5:30 and they made me get naked and hooked me up to all sorts of gizmos. Luckily, one of my former students was there to greet me and I had two great nurses until shift change at 7:00. My nurse after shift change was marvelous and I'm so glad I had her during the surgery.

One of the aforementioned gizmos was a fluid warmer. If you've never been hooked up to a fluid warmer, let me tell you - it works. By the time my doctor got there I told her I was a human fajita! She let them take me off it but as soon as I got in the OR I regretted that decision b/c it was freezing!!!

Anyway, they got started right away and after Gigi and Dr. Rinestien played tug of war with my belly for a while, I heard them say they had the head out. Jon stood up and leaned over the drape and said "hello boy" and the little man was screaming his head off.

The rest of my time in the hospital is a blur of sleeplessness and happy pills.

We're adjusting to life with 2 and E is a wonderful big sister. We can't hardly keep her off of him and she loves him like crazy. She's also been a big help to a very tired mommy!