Hello!

You guys!  YOU GUYS!!

I'm back!

After 7.5 years of blogging, I was just burnt out last November and I had to shut the blog down.  I was long overdue for a break and the result was an 8 month blogging hiatus.  But I'm back!

So what has changed?

* the O'G family no longer lives in 881 SF of hell.  The stars and moon aligned,  miracles were performed, and we got out.  My kids have their own rooms,  we have TWO FLOORS,  my kitchen is gorgeous (okay, so House Beautiful, South Shore Living, or Better Homes and Gardens are not knocking down my door, but *I* love it) and I don't have to schlep up three flights of stairs carrying babies and gear anymore.   It wasn't an easy move as we had to live with my parents for 6 weeks and my parents have a two bedroom condo, but we did it.

* Baby Girl graduated preschool! It was a bittersweet graduation,  she's officially not a baby anymore and my Little Guy won't be going to that preschool.  We are done forever! 

And one month from today she will be heading off to KINDERGARTEN.  Our new town has all day Kindergarten which thrills me for Baby Girl's sake because I think she will thrive, but I'm dreading it.  I may or may not let her get on the school bus.  I'm still undecided.

* My Little Guy... well.... he's developing into quite the little boy.  He gets everyone to love him within 5 minutes of being around him, but damn is he a spirited kid!  This is his last year at home before he heads off to preschool so we'll either have a super fun year filled with adventures or I will be committed to a locked psychiatric ward by Christmas.  We'll see. 

* Also, shortly after I closed the blog down, my grandfather died.  To quote my brother's euology,  I miss you, pal! (side note, don't go to your grandfather's funeral and then immediately head to Thanksgiving festivities.  Self medicating with wine is bad, mmkay?)

I'm happy to be back,  I started to miss complaining ad nauseum about my woes!

10 on Tuesday!

If your definition of Tuesday is Wednesday. 

1.  Halloween is tomorrow!  WHOOO!   CANDY CANDY CANDY!!!  I steal all the good candy from my children.  I am not ashamed of this.   CANDY!!!!

2.  Treadmills are the bane of my existence.  There are a lot of reasons why I dislike living so far north,  but up close to the top of that list is the fact that I have to run on a treadmill from October through April.  I'm hopeful to get an outside run in this weekend. 

3.  My boy qualified for EI.  I'm not too surprised,  but I'm overwhelmed.   I don't know how the parents of sick kids keep their shit together.  My kid isn't sick but he needs some extra help and I'm juggling appointments, tests, insurance, bills, referrals, and my other kid's schedule.  Craziness!

4.  Go Red Sox!!  Let's take Game 6 and win again!!! 

5.  I really truly mean #4.  I want the Sox to win.   So please don't kill me when I admit that I think the beard thing is stupid and can't wait for it to be over.

6.  I need to be more patient with my daughter.   I'm not sure how to accomplish that,  but I think it involves wine.

7.  I bought myself a new sweater from Old Navy this past Saturday.   I've worn it twice since then.  I saw one of my friends both times I was wearing it.  She probably thinks I have no other clothes.  She wouldn't be that far off from the truth.

8.   I'm reading IT right now - I know, like 25 years late with that one.   HOLY GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH STEPHEN KING?  Seriously,  are all his horror books like that?  I've only read 11/22/63, none of his horror books.   That books is not okay.  Not okay at all.  Should not be allowed.   PENNYWISE THE CLOWN IS COMING FOR ME AND IMMA DIE.

9.  My daughter LOVES to walk through the "girl" toy aisles at Target.  But she doesn't realize you can buy those toys and bring them home.   I will cut the person who clues her into that fact.  Cut.

10.   CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mister Monster

My boy is going to be a monster for Halloween.    Isn't he the cutest monster you have ever seen?  ISN'T HE???

That's what I thought.  (sorry it's blury.   Trying to get a picture of a toddler means acting very quickly)

My poor boy had to get his hearing tested last week.  For most people,  this wouldn't be a big deal.  But for a 15 month old boy who doesn't sit still, never mind sit still so people can stick strange things in his ear,  it was torture.  Hysterical crying, flailing, hitting,  squirming,  you name it.   It was a big ol' fail,  and now we have to go back for attempt #2.   The audiologist who attempted the test said it's easier to have two doctors in the room when testing children.   I'm not sure why there weren't two audiologists in the room to begin with - it's not as if we kept his age a secret when making this appointment.  The doctor said she was used to testing kids and it's evident that they do work with kids judging on the bin of toys they have in the testing rooms,  but I'm not convinced this is the right place for us.    If attempt #2 is also a fail,  I'm going to get a pediatric specialist at Mass Eye & Ear,  which I should have done in the first place.   Our pediatrician recommended the audiologist department at a local rehab hospital so that's where we went.   But what is the point in living so close to the best hospitals in the country if you don't use them?  Mass Eye & Ear is ranked  #7 for ENTs in the country.  The COUNTRY.   And it's like a 20 minute drive from where I live.   Boston Children's Hospital is the #2 children's hospital in the country.   Also about a 20 minute drive.   Our appointment for attempt #2 at our current audiologist is on October 31st at 2pm.    By 3pm I will either have an official diagnoses or be calling some hospitals in Boston!

it's not too late... yet

The Little Guy isn't speaking yet and his pediatrician had some concerns so we're getting him evaluated to see if he needs some speech therapy.  The lady who came to do our intake visit said we really should be signing with him.   Parenting FAIL right there, since Baby Girl rocked out the signs at a very early age.  I guess that's the difference between paying the equivalent of a second mortgage to awesome daycare providers and trying to do it yourself!  

Anyway,  we remember what the signs are for "food" "eat" "milk" and "all done" are, so that's what we're working on.   I'm repeating the words and doing the signs over and over again in front of the Little Guy and he is giving me the strangest looks.   He isn't even laughing at it, doesn't think it's a game,  he just seems to think I am the biggest fool to walk the earth.   He may have a point there,  I do look like an idiot signing "milk" over and over again - play the video to see why:

Oh, the things we do for our children.   

He has his assessment on the 29th to see if he qualifies for EI.   He needs to have about a 30% delay to qualify,  but at his intake they seemed to think he would definitely qualify.   What a ride to get this kid to talk, I'm sure in a few years he won't shut up!!

Happy October!

I really wanted to do a 10 on Tuesday yesterday, but by the time Andrew and I actually got to sit down, it was 9:30 and I wanted to watch NCIS.

Speaking of NCIS (spoilers! read at your own risk!) what did we all think of the Tony/Ziva relationship wrap up?  Personally, I hated it but I think I would have hated anything that didn't involve Tony and Ziva living happy ever after.   I just don't see Tony, after years and years of being not-so-secretly in love with Ziva, just getting on the plane and going on his merry way back to D.C.   This is the man who gave up running his own team in Spain so he could stay with Ziva (and yes Gibbs, but let's be real here, it was mostly Ziva)!  There's no way he'd just accept Ziva's whole "Oh I used to do bad things but for a good reason but they were still bad and now I have to stay in Israel so I can do good things again because there's no possible way I could ever go back to DC and do good things, and, oh if only my childhood friend didn't blame me for killing my brother!".   It didn't even make any sense.  And Tony accepted that?  No. Way.  No would Gibbs have accepted that when she finally called him.   He'd have been all "Ziva.  Stop."   So NCIS writers?  Yeah, you suck. 

Anyway.

My Little Guy has been challenging lately.   And by "lately" I mean "since birth".   He's an active kid who never stops moving, never stops getting into trouble,  never stops screaming,  never stops harrassing his sister.  Seriously,  that kid is so lucky his sister puts up with his crap.   One day she isn't going to anymore and then he'll be in for the shock of his life.   She's going to smack him into next week,  I just know it.   This morning he stole her yogurt from the kitchen table and happily sat under the table so she didn't see him and finished it for her.   He is a menace!

sheer force

Victory is mine!!

Guess who did NOT cry on his way into childwatch this morning?  WHOO HOO!!  We're getting there!  I handed him to the very nice young lady and went on my merry way.  When I came back to get him, he was giving some other kid the side eye,  I'm pretty sure if he knew how he would have been throwing down.  I'm not sure what happened,  but there was probably something that the Little Guy wanted in his mouth that the other kid thought belonged in HIS mouth.  Preschool should be fun.   Anywho, we might be turning a corner!  I may be able to work out again sometime in the next few months!

The reason why the Little Guy goes to childwatch on Thursday mornings is because his sister has the cutest gymnastics class in the world.   Picture 10ish 4 year old girls (all of whom are blond, natch.  This class takes place in the Great White Suburbia) dressed in their finest pink leotards and trying to walk across the balance beam,  or jump on a springboard.   While this class takes place I walk the indoor track that looks down into the gym and many times I have to stop myself from laughing.   Pink childsized blobs are running, jumping, twisting, and falling all over the place.  They should charge to watch it.

Hard to believe that was 12 years ago.  The actual events of the day are starting to get a little fuzzy in my memory.   I remember everything up to watching the second tower fall... after that, things are blurry.   I'm pretty sure I wandered around campus aimlessly for a few hours.  A college campus is a strange place to be when a tragedy of those proportions happens.  

Switching gears,  yesterday I decided to make use of our Y membership and go run on the treadmill.   I'd pack a bag, drop the kids off at childwatch, have a nice leisurely workout time, collect my kids and be off!

HA!

It takes 25 minutes for us to get to the Y in traffic (no, we don't go to the Y in the next town over, why would we do something like that?) and 10 minutes into our trip I realized I had forgotten my phone.   That meant no tracking my miles on my Nike + app,  no music to listen to on my run, no method of telling Andrew just how much I hate treadmills... nothing.    I was too far away to turn around so I decided to do what I could and bang out 3 miles anyway.   First crisis averted... kind of.  

We got to the Y,  I check the kids into childwatch and go on my merry way.   At least something would work out for me!

Got on my dreadmill.  Tried to run.  Crippled by pain in my left calf.   Tried to run through the pain.   Almost fell off the treadmill it hurt so badly.   Get off treadmill after 20 minutes and limped over to the foam rollers to try to roll out my muscle.

There the SAHM brigade (what's that?  I'm a SAHM?  Yes, but you know what I mean.   The perfectly tiny and blond ones who have older kids who are in school every day and have hours upon hours to themselves.  I don't like them) glared at me.  I was using one of THEIR mats to do something like USE A FOAM ROLLER ON A MUSCLE!!  Those mats are strictly for tiny blonds to work on their abs,  making sure they don't actually work up a sweat.   Sorry ladies, I don't have the cash for a tummy tuck so my flabby midsection is just going to sweat all over your stupid mats.

Anyway....  at that point I just gave up.   I still had awhile before I had to pick up the kids so I planned on getting changed and sitting in the lobby and playing with my phone until I was forced to retrieve my children.  But I was just getting my stuff out of my locker when someone walked into the locker room saying "Is the Little Guy's mother in here??  Little Guy's mother???"

OH EEEEFFFFFFFFF

Yeah,  he had been having a meltdown for 20 minutes.   They tried to calm him down,  but at this point it was time for him to leave. 

So I forgot my phone,  only ran for 20 minutes before I had to give it up,  got nasty looks for using workout equipment, and then my kid was kicked out of childcare.

What a FABULOUS DAY!!!!

Tomorrow my plan is to make sure the Little Guy is well fed, Tylenoled up (he's teething, don't judge) , well rested and try again.   But I'll just be sitting on my bum watching Baby Girl in her gymnastics lesson.  That's going to be 45 minutes to myself so the entire world better cooperate!

back to the grind!

Baby Girl started her last year of pre-school today.   Unlike last year when I almost cried when dropping her off,  this year was just another day.   My Little Guy was hell bent on destroying her classroom so I really just wanted to get out of there and go food shopping.   She was fine,  gave me a big hug, and off I went.

So much more attitude in the 2013 pictures!

Things are not progressing too well on the half marathon training front.   Yesterday I was supposed to do 10 miles and I did 9.75 miles.... not too bad, but I was hoping to be a little stronger with the mileage by now.   I really don't think there's any way I can finish in 2 hours and 30 minutes at this point.   But I will finish and get my lobster roll and beer!!  On a side note,  my heart rate monitor chest strap is digging into my sides and rubbing the skin raw.  I tried to tape up my sides so it wouldn't irritate the skin,  but that didn't work.   I'm going to be bummed if I can't wear it next weekend when I do my 11 mile run,  I LOVE seeing my calorie count go up and up and up...  I burned 1400 calories this week!  That's double what I eat in a day!   Of course eating those calories back in the form of fried mozzarella and subs doesn't really lend itself to healthy eating and losing weight,  but damn did it taste good.   Food always tastes better after a run! 

I go back and forth on coughing up the money on Shakeology...  what say you healthy people?  Waste of money or no?

beach bums

Summer is winding down (it's taken a lot of self medicating for me to be able to say that without hyperventilating) and if there is one word to sum up Summer 2013,  it's BEACH!  We spent so much time there,  some of us actually got sick of it. 

Tonight we traveled over to the other end of town to go to a different beach for a picnic dinner.  The kids had fun.   Andrew and I wondered why we didn't get the memo that people bring fancy appetizers and wine to beach picnic dinners.   Oh, the things to look forward to when our kids are grown!

Pictures from our dinner beach trip. 

trouble

My Little Guy has a knack of getting into trouble at every turn.   I was sitting at the dining room table  in my parent's house signing up Baby Girl for her swimming and gymnastics lessons and suddenly there was quiet,  and we all know that's NEVER a good thing.  I got up and went into the hallway and saw this:

Yeah.   Um,  apparently he can stand.  And reach doorknobs.   And knows how to turn them.  He's trying to free the cat from the cellar,  where we have to put the cat for his own protection.   The Little Guy likes to chase him. 

Dr. Jeckyll and Baby Girl

OMG

OH EM GEE

My kid is crazy.  This summer has been action packed.  My kids never stop moving from the time they wake up until the time we all admit defeat and throw them in bed (literally in my Little Guy's case,  I'm too short to put him all the way down into the pack and play),  and it takes a toll on them.... well,  on my Baby Girl.   Girlfriend gets tired and cranky.   Tonight my mother and I had to drive about 45 minutes away (in traffic) to pick up my father's power washer.   You know, the one that's been broken for 2 years but suddenly it HAD TO BE PICKED UP TODAY.    We put the kids in the car around 4:20 and headed out.  

Baby Girl was dead asleep in about 10 minutes and she slept for a solid hour before we woke her up to get dinner at Panera.

In retrospect,  that may have been one of the worst ideas in the history of the world.   Eve eating the apple,  letting rats run rampant during the Plague,  Baby Girl being woken up from a nap.  It's clearly in the top three.  She whined and cried for TWO SOLID HOURS.   That's right,  more than double her naptime. 
She wanted chocolate milk.   She has never had chocolate milk and I knew she'd dislike it so I told her as much.  She threw a fit and I let her get it.   Guess who threw a fit because she doesn't like chocolate milk? 

She wanted grilled cheese.  I told her she was splitting it with her brother.   She threw a fit because I gave half her sandwhich to the Little Guy.   Guess who didn't eat a SINGLE BITE OF GRILLED CHEESE?  

She wanted to be carried.  She didn't want to be carried.   She couldn't walk because her legs hurt.  She didn't want to move.  She didn't want to sit.  

She wanted a cookie.   She refused to pick out a cookie.   I picked out a cookie and she didn't want it.  She didn't want to share the cookie.   She wanted to eat the whole cookie and then she didn't want any of the cookie.   She didn't want her brother to eat it.   She wanted me to eat even less than her brother ate.

I wanted to leave her at Panera. 

Story Land

This is going to be a recap of our trip for reference purposes... so I can look back in a few years when we go again (why do people go every year?) and maybe help out some other first timers.   Your regularly scheduled snarky self depreciating rants will be back shortly. 

As you can see,  we took the kids to Story Land this week.  My parents claimed they took me there once when I was extremely small, but I have no memory of it.   Andrew doesn't have any memory of going either,  so essentially this was all of our first time. 

(by the way,  who knew you could drive 3.5 hours north of Boston and NOT be in Canada?  You learn new things every day (before the hate mail starts, yes, I know that you can drive 3.5 hours north of Boston and not be in Canada, I was employing sarcasm (embedded parenthesis are cool)))

We stayed at the only Marriott in North Conway.  I KNOW!  Just one Marriott from which to choose!  The horrors!   Residence Inn North Conway.   We had actually never stayed at a Residence Inn before and I was quite impressed.   It's not cheap at $170 per night for a King/Queen Family Suite.   Oh - and the "King" sized bed was two twins pushed together.   While, yes,  technically that's King SIZED,  two mattress does not a King bed make.   I was kind of annoyed by that but not enough to do anything about it.

We loved having the kitchenette,  and we were able to eat lunch and dinner back in our hotel - that's pretty key when you have two overtired babies that you've dragged all over New England.  There's no way we could have managed to get all 4 of us out to dinner and back in one piece so having a place where we could eat dinner and have our own food was key.   We actually got pizza from Good Times which is a few doors down from the hotel and we picked up some other odds and ends at Hannafords.   I can't emphasize enough how much better that made our night. 

The Little Guy is still in a crib (OBVI,  he's not even 1 yet) so we had a portable crib from the hotel and set it up in the little area next to the "bar" in the kitchen and the door.   We were able keep him somewhat separated from us so he could go down at 7.   Baby Girl went down at 8 in the Queen sized bed and we had the kitchen/sitting area/King bed to ourselves.   Granted we had to be super quiet to keep them both asleep,  but since the Bruins were on anyway we both were watching things on our iPads and keeping quiet wasn't so hard.  The hotel also had an indoor pool which the kids loved (again OBVI.  What kid doesn't like a hotel pool?),  free breakfast in the morning,  and there was a wine and beer tasting the day we were there.   

Storyland itself...  wow.  Time to update.   But it really is great for kids,  so it's hard to complain too much.  We made a few rookie mistakes and the weather was horrendous, so it wasn't as smooth as we would have liked.   Now we know better!

We did the last three hours are free deal.   Because it closes at 5:00 in June  we could get in at 2 and come back the next day for free.   We thought two and a quarter days would  be the perfect amount for an almost 4 year old and we were right. 

It started raining on our way over there on Monday and it didn't stop until we left the park.   At one point there was thunder and lightening and some of the rides had to close.  That was the point that we called it and left.  We got about 1 hour and 45 minutes in the park on Monday,  but we would have been miserable if we had stayed. 

We went back on Tuesday and had a pretty uneventful morning if you don't count the rain.   We dropped some cash on overpriced ponchos and sucked it up.   The good thing about the rain was there were NO lines for anything.   The bad thing was.... well, it was raining. 

After lunch is when things started going not so well.   First of all,  the food in the park was HORRENDOUS,  and that says a lot coming from me.  I like crappy food.  I loved the food I got when I was in the hospital after having my babies.  I usually don't know what people are talking about when they complain about food in places like amusement parks,  but this food was simply the worst I have ever had. 

After eating the awful food,  we made our way up to a very spinny ride called the Spinning Turtles or the Twisting Turtles or something Turtles.   It was too much for Andrew and Baby Girl.   They were the only ones on the ride which was lucky because they had to stop it early.  They were both sick for a long time after that and Baby Girl was hesitant to go on any other rides because of it.   At the very end of the day,  the sun was peeking out and I really wanted to go on the log flume...  Baby Girl said she wanted to as well so I went on with her and she didn't really like it.   I think I pushed her too much.   She wasn't scared of it,   and I think if we hadn't had the Turtle experience she would have LOVED it,  but she was too scared of rides she hadn't been on.    I should have skipped it - I only pushed it because I really wanted to go on it! 

As for my Little Guy,  he was a champ.   He basically spent the whole time in his stroller except when we went on the Antique Cars,  Tractor Ride,  Safari, and randomly he was allowed on the Ferris Wheel too (granted this is a child sized Ferris Wheel!).   I think because there was so much stimulation for him,  he was fine.

We brought our Sit n' Stand and it was perfect.  She didn't always need to ride but when she did I was glad to have a seat for her.   She did a ton of walking and sometimes she just needed a rest.

All in all it was a fun 30 hours.   I'm glad we did it and my Baby Girl had fun!  We know some things for next time to make it even easier!

celebrate we will

I don't even want to talk about running.    I haven't laced up my shoes since last Saturday.

I'm having a hard time dealing with the fact that my babies are turning 4 and 1 in a matter of days.

My baby girl the day she was born

My little guy the day he was born

Both of them 4 days ago

How is it possible?  Wasn't June23rd 2009 just like 2 minutes ago?

Afternoon haiku

My sweet little boy

Pretty please take a nice long nap

You are annoying

Unprecendented

I blogged 4 times in the month of March.   A thousand apologies,  as I know you are all sitting riveted in your seats wondering what marvelous things are going on in my life.

Let me bring you up to speed.

It's really really really cold and I'm so sick of it.

By not blogging in March I spared you endless bitching about the unnatural coldness.  You're welcome.

In all serious, I haven't been blogging because I have had a serious case of writers block - which surprised even me since I don't write anything on here that takes much thought.   I generally don't proofread before I hit post (and when I say "generally don't proofread" I mean "I never once have proofread").  But when your life is full of mundane and it's really cold out and you are about to lose your ever loving mind if you don't get out of your 881 SF of hell... it becomes hard to think about anything else.

I did miss posting about my Little Man's 1st Easter while I was wallowing in my own despair.  Here we go!!

 Happy Easter Little Man!!

 And another one.  Please ignore me... it was early and I hadn't had any coffee or food or makeup or... anything.  But I need to be IN the picture more often and I'm trying to not let things like looking like I'm a zombie get to me.    Actually I didn't wear any makeup at all on Easter since we were running around like mad people trying to get to Church on time.   We failed in that endeavor and I still had to go sans makeup!

 Stolen egg!  The Easter Bunny only left eggs for Baby Girl to find, but my Little Guy was more than happy to steal them from his big sister.

 His Easter Basket!  Filled with mostly food,  some socks and sippies.   Oh, and a truck because what little boy doesn't want a blue police car?  I think it's a paddy wagon... what little Irish kid doesn't want a toy paddy wagon??  (answer: all of them) 

 Hello.  I think deep thoughts.  Also, how adorbs is my Easter sweater vest? 

Big Sister's 3rd Egg Hunt of the season.   Lucky.  Little Brother is more than happy to steal these too.

Family!  Even though I picked out and dressed the children, I guess I didn't get the memo to wear blue.   I also hate this picture, but again... trying to get IN the picture more often.   It would help if I had more makeup on!

I'm going to try to post more in April.  I still have massive writer's block, but I'm going to make an effort to push through it.

vino. stat.

Motherhood is hard.   We all know it and we know to expect sleepless nights, worrying, uncertainty, guilt, and a general feeling of making it all up as you go on.  

None of that surprised me.   What I really did not expect was my complete inability to figure out my children's napping routines.   I could never get Baby Girl on a napping schedule.   Her daycare did the best they could with her and it was  better than anything I could do.   But neither them nor I could ever get her on a good routine and the weekend naps were a crapshoot at best.

My Little Man is even worse than she was, and I really think it's because he is not in daycare.  (Shock! Daycare could actually be GOOD for children?  Heresy).   Regardless of the reason why,  the fact is he will not nap.   If he happens to fall asleep in the car, I can sometimes get an hour out of him.   Other than that,  it just doesn't happen.   As I write this, he is screaming at the top of his lungs in his crib and has been doing so for the past 20 minutes.   He's exhausted.  He fell asleep while I was carrying him upstairs.   He almost face planted into his yogurt.    He was rubbing his eyes so hard I thought he was going to temporarily blind himself.   However, the second I put him in his crib he starts screaming bloody murder.   Short of driving him around for an hour twice a day,  I really don't know what to do.  I was never able to figure it out for my girl, and I'm even worse at it for the boy.  I never knew that naps would be my biggest challenge, and the one I was never able to figure out. 

If today follows the typical pattern,  he will cry off and on in his crib for an hour before he finally falls asleep for about 25 minutes.   If he would take a bottle I'd probably be slipping some melatonin in it. 

I think naps may be my biggest failure as a mother to date.  Since it's both kids, I have to think it's me and not them.   I've tried everything I can think of, I've read different books,  I've asked other mothers, I've gotten desperate enough to strap him into the car and drive around on multiple occasions.  Nothing works for this kid.

I can't wait till he outgrows the need to nap.  

Let it snow!

Me and my boy. 

Well.  That was certainly a storm.  Baby Girl got two snow days out of it which is impressive since she only goes to school three days a week.   Our snow day on Friday was fun,  we made Valentine's Day crafts, we make cup cakes,  we watched the snow come down,  Daddy came home early, and we even made a snow man.   Our snow day today sucked.  It rained all day,  all three of us were exhausted,  we've been stuck inside for four days,  and we were even sick of TV.   I'm so glad to be getting back to normal tomorrow! 

In wordly news, we're getting a new Pope.   As much as I know it will never happen,  I'll keep hoping that someone who will guide the Church into modern times will be elected. 

In less wordly news,  I'm DYING for some Malibu rum and pineapple juice.   DYING.  

True Life

My little boy is SUCH a boy.    He's discovered how to blow raspberries and instead of doing it in a cute baby way,  he does it in a fresh little boy way.   Please ignore my baby talk - I'll try anything to get this kid to eat since in addition to being fresh,  he's also a fan of hunger strikes.  Weird kid.

So yeah - that was a no on the applesauce.  

As I was watching that video,  I'm shocked at how crazy this kid's hair is.  Maybe I shouldn't try to go 3 months between haircuts in the future? 

Only in New England

I took this picture on Monday when it was in the 60's.   It was my Little Man's first time in the swings.   He wasn't quite sure at first and then he loved it!  His little legs were kicking up a storm.

Fast Forward to Wednesday - Baby Girl is outside making snowmen and snow angels.  Seriously, these pictures were taken about 48 hours apart!

Happy New Year!

Happy 2013 y'all! 

I drank a glass of water this morning, so I haven't broken my New Year's resolution yet.  Have you? Yeah, I'm making the same drink more water resolution that I make and break every year.  I'm confident it will stick this year.   Granted, I say that every year...  Other than that, I have no real concrete resolutions.   I'd like to take 10 minutes off my 10K time,  but that means my average pace will have to be just under ten and a half minutes.   I'm not so sure that's attainable,  but there's that whole "reach for the moon and even if you miss you'll still be among the stars" thing (though it's not true.  But who needs logic and scientific fact?).  I won't run outside for another couple of months,  but I'll get working on it as soon as I can! 

Okay, I can hear my little man waking up from his nap, so this will wrap up my first post of 2013!