Sweet Dreams Are Made of These...

Turns out this whole "dieting" thing is pretty difficult. I have been trying really hard and it's sloooowly working. But last night I had a dream I was eating one of those chocolate Hostess cupcakes in slow motion. Unfortunately, the babe woke me up right as I got to the center with the creme filling. Uh really? It's bad enough I'm tempted during the day... but during the night too? Unjust!Also the baby has decided to stop sleeping through the night. The last 3 nights he has woken up around 9 times. I made an appointment to check if he has an ear infection, but he is perfectly happy when he is awake so I'm not sure. Any suggestions??? I'm desperate for sleep! Until then.... I will pump my body full of caffiene and try and make it through the rest of the day. Bah!

A Little Food for Thought

I once had a friend who said "Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones...."

Well my "love scars" came in the form of stretch marks all over my tummy that looks like I recently got into a battle with a tiny tiger... Beautiful? Eh, not so much. Oh and the extra 15 pounds I'm packing around? Not too hot either.

No more chunky clothes for me. I'm serious about fitting into my old clothes and be able to breathe. No one likes a muffin top.

For the last several weeks I have been working really hard at going to the gym and I feel great. I have more energy and I am getting back into my "gym rat" mode. There comes a point when working out is something I look forward to everyday and I don't dread dragging myself in there. I feel like I'm to that point now. I started spinning again. The first class I took I really felt like I might literally die from lack of oxygen but now I can go the full hour and still have energy at the end. Skinny(er) me - 1, chunky me - 0.

My biggest demise is my sweet tooth. This morning as I looked lustfully through the glass of the pastry case at the most beautiful chocolate cake donut with smooth creamy white icing and sugar sparkle sprinkles I had ever seen I had to muster up every bit of willpower I had to turn down its inviting gaze. I always want what is not good for me. It's a love affair... and it's complicated.

So far I have lost 2 pounds of the 6 that I gained the week I was in Atlanta. Although it is not happening as fast as I would like, at least the dial on the scale is moving in the right direction. We're planning a girls trip for my mom's birthday in Vegas the first weekend in June and I'm hoping all the money I save on not eating sparkle donuts I can invest in some pants in a smaller size... sans the muffin top.

Cinco Monthos (or something like that)

Another post about the Bug. He's 5 months now. Here is his monthly picture with the bear. This month was fun because he realized the bear was there and kept hugging it/eating it's hat. It was so sweet!



He is a true little boy... the other day he farted and started laughing. I just had to shake my head - here we go I guess. I love his little personality. He is happy almost always (unless he doesn't get his way.) He is stubborn just like his parents.

He is learning new things everyday. He tries to sit up by himself but still topples over. We started him on rice cereal and he loves it! He tries to eat EVERYTHING. I think he is going to start teething soon because his hands (and sometimes feet) are always in his mouth.

Pants (my sister) got us a Flip camera for Christmas and I'm loving it! So I thought I'd share some little video clips I had of him. The first one is the first time he tried baby food... Bananas yum! The second one is of his obsession with grabbing the camera and trying to eat it. He got mad when I took it away... little butt!

So far he has been a good little bug... I think we'll keep him. :)

Christmas Break

How hard is it to get back into your routine after a nice two week vacation? Pretty rough actually. But here I am at my desk doing it anyway. (Not that I really have that much of an option when it really comes down to it).

Christmas break was fab. We spent Christmas in Atlanta with Matt's family this year, but since I had 2 weeks off from work, me and the Bug snuck in a little trip to Utah to see my family before we headed to the dirty dirrrty. I was so nervous to fly with him by myself but he did great! When I was boarding everyone gave me the "oh great... a baby" look but he didn't let out so much as a squeak - a real Christmas miracle.

Spending time with my family was great as usual. Utah was colder than a penguin's ass. I got to see a lot of friends in SL and Logan who I haven't seen in forever and I even went to dinner with my friends for my birthday "baby free". Grown up dinners are very rare. Between my mom and sister, it was like I didn't even have a baby (except in the middle of the night... they were no where to be found... Weird.) We did a lot of shopping, grocery shopping, running errands, grocery shopping, birthday celebrations, grocery shopping, hanging out and more grocery shopping.

Yikes! Bedhead...

We did Christmas early (on the 23rd) and the Bug got super spoiled... shocking. Curt got him camo, Nana and Grandpa got him an activity center, and Auntie got him a Johnny Jump Up. Unfortunately the baby seemed to care more about the wrapping paper than any thing else. Next year I'm giving him an empty box, but I'll wrap it up real nice.

And it was off to ATL we went where we met Matt. It was only 5 days, but it was hard to be away from him that long. We spent Christmas morning at Matt's sister's house and Christmas dinner with Matt's extended family. I met a lot of family members that I had never met before including Matt's brother Michael. Everyone was so excited to see us. We definitely need to try and go to Atlanta more often. But not too often. I gained 6 pounds in the week we were there eating as much golden delicious fried food as my heart desired. I don't know how people do it in the South. I would be at least double my weight if I lived there. Georgia is definitely a lot different from the West Coast. Matt kept telling me how much I stood out there with my poofy hair, makeup, and that I talked too "proper". Well excuse me for paying attention in English class lol.

Nieces and nephews.

At the Bounce House.

Trevor and mini-Trevor.

His first time swimming. He loved it!

Getting "gangsta" in a sweatervest in GA lol.


We barely made it home after a little mishap in the Phoenix airport. We had a two hour layover and barely made our connecting flight. Who knew we would have to completely leave the airport, catch a bus outside to another terminal, and go through security again for them to tell us we cannot board because we don't have a boarding pass for the baby. Really??? This is our 6th flight in 2 weeks and we have not had anyone ask us for one yet. After pleading with the security guy we finally got to our gate as the plane was getting ready to leave. Lately airports stress me out!

Want to know the best feeling in the world? Laying down in your own bed after 2 weeks and a stressful day. It's good to be home. I miss everyone that we live so far away from, but there is nothing like your own space. Now if only I could get back into my routine of waking up and going to work... That seems to be the hardest part.