Dieting Sucks!

I decided to only weight myself once a week so I didn't get discouraged after week one I lost 4.5 pounds. Which I guess is good but I want to actually notice and feel smaller.
I am just counting calories and only eating 1200 a day. When you are being strict on how many calories you eat, you find yourself doing crazy things. Like licking the containers. By darn it, I have to count those calories, I better get them!
The reason I am dieting is because Josh was honored to be part of "The President's Club" at his work. I think this means when playing scrategories and you have to list a "President", if the letter is J or A, Then I can now put Josh. But anyway the company is paying for the club to go on a expenses paid trip to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. That means swim suits, in front of the people Josh works with. I'm terrified!
Wish me luck for week 2. I'm shooting to hit 10 pounds in 2 weeks.

Owen Is 6 Months!!!

Have I told you how quickly this has gone by? I mean with Aiden it dragged on. His first 6 months felt like an eternity. But with my little Owen, time has flown! For the most part he has turned into a good baby. The most part....

I LOVE that he has hair. To you it may not seem like much, but to us it's a lot!

Stats:
Weight: 14lb 7 oz. 8th percentile.
We call him chubby. Strange, but Aiden never really made the charts for weight.
Height: 26.25 inches 50th percentile.
Head: 44.5cm. 75th percentile. "It's a virtual Planetoid."

Do you lay in bed at night thinking of great blog posts but too tired to get out of bed and type them. Then when you awake, you can't remember, and you certainly are not nearly as funny?

I do.

I am dieting! I have never dieted in my life! Thinking to your self, "No surprise there." I always said I would never diet. I love food too much. again with the thinking, "no surprise there." But it has gotten to the point when I head down to The Walmart, (do you call it "The Walmart?" In an effort to be even more trailer trashy, we do, "Gotta go down to The Walmart and pick up some squeeze cheese and crackers!") Where was I? Oh yes, I head down to The Walmart and think, "Do you think they would mind if maybe just this once, I do my shopping in the motor scooter with a basket on front? " That is when you know it is time to diet!!!

So I am dieting! Don't come over, I'm starving!! I'm grumpy!! 2 days in. Wish me luck!

I have been sooo busy the last few weeks. Josh's little sister got married. I did her engagements pictures and the flowers for her wedding.

My Kitchen after the fact :(

I did photography for a wedding, which included engagement, family, bridal and wedding day photo shoots. I also did the flowers for the wedding.

I have a real estate transaction in the works. Normally you try to wrap these things up in 30-45 days. We are trying to get this done in 2 weeks. Very chaotic, but awesome if it goes through.

We finally went to court for our "little" irrigation ditch problem. If you have had any contact with Josh or I in the last 2 years, you have probably heard us go on and on and on about this. Well we won. They still have the right to appeal, but would be idiots if they did. So I don't consider it over until I have a check in my hands.
Josh got the last part of the fence put in.
And finally I have two little boys that consume every free minute, including the ones that should be spent sleeping.

Tour de Cure

Josh has given up a lot for us. One of the things, is biking. He used to do it all the time and hasn't had the time. So we decided he should ride in the race for the cure, a diabetes ride with his friends Asiel and Jenny.
It was terrible weather. Rainy, Very Windy, Very Very Cold! Poor guys.

My adorable husband at the start.

The three of them at take off.

A few hours in, me and the boys went and found them on the ride.
Aiden was excited to see his Daddy. BUT he kept wanting to honk the horn at all the bike riders.

They FINISHED!!! 65 torturous miles! We were so PROUD!!

4 Months

Owen's 4 month check up stats:
Weight 12 lbs. 7 oz. 10th percentile.
Height 2 ft. 8 inches 50th pecentile.
I didn't take pictures on his actual 4 month day, but here they are from his check up day.

Not a happy day

Do those thighs, look like only 10th percentile, to you?

Not much

It isn't that we don't have much going on. We actually have quite a bit going on, but nothing that would interest anybody.
We spend our nights and weekends putting in a fence. We are very close to being done!

Aiden has started sleeping in his big boy bed. My friend told me to just "bite the bullet" and put him in there. It's been interesting. He wakes up a lot earlier then we thought. Before he would hang out in his crib until he heard one of us walking around, which was around 9am. Now he just climbs out of bed, opens his door and comes and finds us. Sometimes as early as 7am. OUCH.
When I was telling the above mentioned friend how it was going, I told her sometimes I'll have to lay down with him for a minute to help get him to sleep. She said she has to do that sometimes too. But what really caught me was what she said after. She said she didn't mind, because they are only this age once and before long they won't want you in bed with them. I really took this to heart. When I have been rocking him to sleep or having to crawl in bed with him, I have been counting the seconds until I could leave. Not wanting to be there. Wanting to be doing something else. Well these last couple weeks I STOPPED all of that. Every time Aiden has asked me to snuggle, I have crawled in bed with him. And it has been a lot! I haven't wanted to get out, I've just been soaking up my little boy. I have held Owen while he falls asleep and then continued to hold him. Rather then try to get him out of my arms as soon as possible to get to the dishes or laundry. I have loved spending these moments with the boys but lets just say you can tell my house has suffered. And I kind of don't care. It's messy and maybe smelly.
When Josh and I lived in Maryland, our last week there, all our stuff was in the moving truck and different members from our church were feeding us dinner. One night we went to this lady's home. Her husband was in Iraq and she had a million small children. I don't know how many, but you know me, more then one is too many. Realistically probably 4 or 5, some very small. Her house was a disaster. I mean sort of gross. She didn't care. At the time I was shocked, but now I finally get it. Her kids were all very loved and you could tell. She gave them attention and played with them and taught them.
Moral of the story is if you come to my house and see it in shambles, I'm learning not to care. I still may apologize for the mess, but I hope to get over that too. I'm not wasting time. I am just spending my time doing better things. I wish I could do both and maybe someday I'll be able to, but I have finally put things in the right priority. I hope I don't forget. I hope the smell doesn't get too bad, that I give in and go back to my old ways.
So that's what we are doing, fence and lots of snuggling and adoring. Not much to you, but the world to me.