I had a piece of furniture in my family room that was supposed to go to my Mom’s house (for 6 years) well my Dad had his trailer out from racing (he likes to take his corvette racing…that way he can have his fancy racing tires on). So Nick, Grandpa, and Daddy moved the very heavy furniture out of my house!!!!
The ‘Truck’ |
The Ramp |
Just so drawer placement |
Closing the ramp |
So Heavy |
My Boys |
I found this beautiful fabric on sale at Calico Corners and I am going to (or get my Mom to do it once I have a baby) make some small curtains for the family room. I spend so so so much time in that room and it really bothers me that it is not decorated nicely. Scott and I also rearranged the room so I could have a nice little nest and see the whole room. I washed my grayish linen curtains…and guess what they turned a lovely off white shade…I love them now…they look (and smell) so fresh and clean!
My curtains…someday |
My Nest |
Flowers |
Nick loves school! We meet in the classroom, then we go to the gym, then we go to the science room (I am a bit disappointed it is all biology…there is great other science stuff you can do for little kids) , then we go to the library for story time, and then we go back to the classroom and play and have snack time all in our 1.5 hour class…at least we never get board. Nick takes his read back pack and his ’suitcase’ (lunchbox) to school with him, he thought he needed some money to put in his back pack…so we gave him some…really it has a blankly and a diaper and wipes and I think I will put a bib in too…and perhaps a sippy cup…we have learned our lesson about drinking fountains, I will NEVER drink out of one again.
Here we are ready for the first day of school!
He did not really want his picture taken, he was busy playing |
We were twins…it is a ‘Mommy and Me’ class |
Nick and I were both excited to go |
The games:
Here are all of his party guests (this is the best one) |
Here is another where you can see all of party guests |
A fun game of musical chairs |
The guests:
Adam (and Grandpa Rick) |
Daniel |
Bradley |
Aaron |
Dorothy (and Pop Pop) |
24 things about Nick, the Birthday Boy
Here are some pictures of his Birthday:
Here is one of us blowing out his candles |
The Family Photo |
Grandmas and a boy |
When you were a kid did you ever read the Mr. Messy book? It was one of my favorites…i wondered how could anyone be…well that messy. I was not a neat freak but my stuff was always kept neat enough; I kept my room mostly clean when I lived with my parents and I kept my dorm room clean (when you only have 15 square feet you don’t have much option) when I got a job only part of my apartment was clean, it is surprising how dirty one person with long hair can make a bathroom, I had always blamed the bathroom grossness on my sister and roommates (they had long blond hair too), but it turns out it was ME! And I collected a few piles of clothes in my bedroom…but you could get everywhere you wanted to without having to step over or around things but now that I am married and we have a big house things have changed. I am a slob! It does not help that I married another messy person and we have a very messy two year old. The stuff is everywhere, the the stuff is dirty. It was a revelation to find out that you are supposed to clean the bathroom more then once every 6 months. I vacuum the master bedroom once a year we are 10 months away from needing it done again…we will just have to pick the cheerios and crushed goldfish off the bottoms of our feet before we get in bed. I wash the sheets once a month (ok that is really gross because my husband is excessively sweaty and there is a brown spot where he sleeps), my spot is still mostly smelling good and clean…just wrinkly. I have decided to spend the rest of the year cleaning and fixing up the house and blog my progress. I plan to pick one room and clean it up until it is clean, I will share before and after pictures and wisdom and gross and funny things I find along the way. I plan to start on the main floor (since it is what everybody sees) and end on the messiest (either the basement or the master bedroom….I am really not sure which is worse). Here is the first room we worked on…the family room
Here is one clean corner of the Family Room |
Here is another clean corner |
“Bye bye Daddy, I love you too much.”
Update 9/14/2008
Nicks feet have grown, when we bought them the 9XW were nice and roomy, I checked where his feet were because they were getting harder to put on and I realized his toes are at the ends of the shoes…his feet already grew out of half of his shoes, the shoes I bought him for the first day of school are already too small…and we have not had the first day yet (Tuesday will be our first day and I am so excited!) We also had to buy him new socks (ok Granny bought him new socks) because his feet are just so big, he is in size 4-5 year old socks. He also recently grew an inch…two weeks ago he was shorter then his cousin Bradley…and now Nick is taller, last week he was 36 inches and 32 pounds, in the 85%ile for both height and weight. He is a big growing boy.
Original Post 7/1/2008
I found a new way to check the fit of your kids shoes. I realized that Nick’s shoes were too small when they got all wet (a rain puddle incident) and I pulled out the insoles to help them dry off faster, I looked at the foot dents he left…and I wondered why he did not complain, his toes were squished! so I bought him a half size bigger, only to realize 2 weeks later (after another rain puddle incident) that they were too small too even though they were easy to put on. So after a trip to the outlet mall and trying on every kids shoe there we realized our kid really does need wide shoes, extra wide is even better. Thanks Stride Rite for having on sale 9XW shoes! Hopefully these shoes last for the next year!
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I am plump, somehow this is a surprise to me. Before I got pregnant I weighed 120 pounds (I am almost 5′6”, I am not heavily muscled and I have a small frame) I probably could have lost 5 pounds and looked a bit better (I had a pinch around my middle). Well I went a bit crazy when I was pregnant and gained 60 pounds (the 3 months of modified bed rest really did not help). Everyone in my family gained 40 or 50 pounds and had 5 or 6 pound babies…so I did not want to skimp on the weight gain…I might have a 4 pounder and I did not want to feel guilty about that….but perhaps I over did with gaining 60 I had a 9lb 3oz baby with a giant head and shoulders that did not fit in baby clothes (yes ouch…I should have opted for a C-section). I dropped 20 pounds in the hospital but I was still porking around at 40 pounds over my normal size. I got scary giant boobs (size 36DD is just wrong) but I got the butt and poochy belly to go with them. I was breast feeding my baby and every time I tried to loose a bit of weight I would over do it (or more correctly not eat enough) and end up with not enough milk…my baby was super fat and liked his milk and if he was still hungry and it was gone he turned from a sweet cherubim into a bighty monster (at every feeding… it is really hard to let down when you are tensed and ready with your pointer finger to jam it into your bulldog baby’s mouth to be sure he does not come away with your nipple)…I only tried dieting twice before I learned that I should just wait until I was done breast feeding.
So 6 months after I was done breast feeding (I quit 3 days before the kid turned one) I was down an another 20 pounds…although I must say I am disappointed to find out that 20 pounds over weight I still look gross, somehow I thought it would be better. At 40 pounds I found myself repulsive….but now I am just gross. I finally decided that I needed some help when 3 people in the same day asked be about #2…I still have a poochy belly and look 4 months pregnant. I have not done much exercise (other then walking and that is really not that great of an ab workout).
So a few months ago (the kid is almost 2) I still weight 140 pounds and I am still fat. I decided that I needed some help, I had signed up for the Mommy without pounds news letter so I would get a weekly reminder that I am supposed to be getting thinner…but it was expensive (ok not expensive I just had other things I wanted to spend my money on…like cookies and candy) so I decided why not, they had a special and I ordered it. The eating part is pretty much like what you would expect, eat healthy and watch your servings…but the exercises were crazy. I did the ones you are supposed to start 1-2 days or weeks after you have a baby (I have a 21 month old) and they kicked me in the abs…wow I had forgotten to exercise those muscles (hence the poochy stomach). I found that I sat up straight at the computer and that my stomach instead of pooching out went somewhat straight across…until it ballooned over my pants. I was doing very good I was down 2 pounds but I looked so much better I was exercising and was almost in a size 8, but I found I was spending my one good hour of personal time (yes I know it was only every other day…but that is still a lot) exercising, with the warm up, cardio, strength training, and cool down…then there is the shower time too. After I added it up I quit exercising and have not exercised in a month. I could kick myself but I cannot make myself go exercise.
In some ways I think being fat has made me more compassionate to fat people…it is awful and I feel sorry for them…and in other ways it has made me less tolerant…I had to tell my husband that he had crossed a line from fat to obsess and repulsive. I had never before even minded that he was fat, I liked him that way he is soft and cuddly (just like our little boy, my mother in law picked up our son and said he felt just like Scott as a baby…I don’t think I told her but he feels just like Scott now…ok he is much less hairy). When I was fat I felt like a skinny person trapped in a fat body, I was shocked when I looked in a mirror or saw picture…that could not be me! At 20 pounds over weight I feel like me again, but I am surprised looking in a mirror like ewww where did all that fat come from? I need some motivation to not eat that yummy ice cream or those salty crunch potato chips…perhaps I will have some water and go to bed. I better brush my teeth fast.
Here is the Before Baby picture (at my sisters wedding) |
Me very very pregnant |
Me with my scary boobs |
Me now |
Fireworks…I hate them, when my sister and I were kids we would humor my dad and pretend to like them, when we got older we stayed inside and watched out the window as he had fun lighting them off. I think it must just be a boy thing, cause tonight Daddy tried some out on The Boy and he loved them (he did not like having to face the camera)
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