He still does this. He says "Mommy, sing party time," and he jumps around the living room. He loves to watch the video.
I leave you with this not just for the blast but because well, I'm leaving, again. The last summer vacation is here. I'll try to blog, but we are with Doug's family, and they don't know I blog.
Have a safe and happy Labor day. It's Doug's and my 6 year anniversary. Does this mean the seven year itch starts this year or next year? I'm trying to correctly time my affair.
Ever since announcing I am on a diet I get a ton of email asking for diet advice. But I don't really have any. Eat less, move more. But if it was that easy, we would all be thin.
This is the third time I have done Weight Watchers, and by far the hardest. The first was before my wedding. I had gained quite a bit of weight in law school (beer and pizza anyone?) and wanted to take it off before the wedding. (The nice things is when your boyfriend propose to you at your heaviest, you know it doesn't matter). The weight came off super easy. 30 pounds in 6 months. I don't remember struggling. I don't even remember having a week where I didn't lose something.
But, I hid the diet, from everyone. The only people who knew I was doing WW was Doug and my mom. When people commented on my weight loss I just smiled and said, it's all stress, I'm not doing anything, I'm not even trying to lose weight. Meanwhile, I was starving myself and working out like a fiend. Can we say eating disorder? My doctor told me to stop losing weight after I passed out in the shower.
I came back from my honeymoon 5 pounds heavier and at a weight I could maintain. Over the course of 3 years I gained another 5 pounds and then got pregnant. The same doctor who was concerned about my weight never allowed me to find out my weight when I was pregnant, but I think I gained 40 pounds. Not great, but not terrible. I did WW online after Michael was born and got down to my pre-pregnancy size (which was 10 pounds up from wedding weight) within 5 months, before I went back to work. I also went to the gym for 2 hours everyday starting at 6 weeks postpartum. I love gym daycare!
After I went back to work the weight started creeping up. Less time to work out and more office snacks. So, I decided it was time to do something about it, and joined WW again. I was 7 pounds up from my normal weight and I decided once and for all to get back to 5 pounds above wedding weight, where I can healthfully maintain. But, I'm finding it so much harder this time. One is logistics, fitting in the gym, as well as everything else I need to do. I usually go 3-4 times a week, and when I go it's hard core. Spinning, kickboxing, weights, etc. But I need to go more. And my metabolism has definitely changed. Damn thirties.
The other is mental. I don't want it as badly. There is no white dress to wear in front of 300 people and pictures that will last forever. It's not taking baby weight off. And it doesn't help that people keep telling me I'm fine and what the hell am I talking about.
So, here it is. I'm stuck. Last week I gained a pound and then lost a pound this week. I'm still down 7 pounds, in 7 weeks, which is what WW says. A pound a week. But I'm not making a dent in the 10 to go. And next week is vacation which is always a disaster weight wise.
I'm willing to take suggestions. But don't bother telling me to cut out the alcohol because that just ain't gonna happen.
Look 2 posts today!
Since I'm all about highlighting new bloggers today CrystalSnow of I Must Admit asked this question on the CafeMomboards:
So what is the least "mommy-like" (yes, the quotes serve a purpose--I hate unnecessary quotation marks) thing you did last week? It could be something you did with your kids that wasn't sanctioned for stereotypical mommy-hood, or something personal that took you away from feeling like a mom for two seconds, or however else you might interpret it.
Well, last week Doug's old job gave him a luncheon on Friday and I was invited. My daycare provider was able to take Michael even though he normally does not go to daycare on fridays. Since I had to pay her for the whole day, he stayed the whole day. I got a manicure/pedicure after lunch. Spur of the moment. Without arranging childcare or leaving work early. It was heavenly.
Two of my favorite bloggers' little ones are turning one! One!
First, go wish flybaby a happy birthday. His mom even has party favors.
And a new blog I jut discovered, Ode to Umbrella Moments, is also holding a contest in honor of her little lady's birthday.
Little Lady,
May the next year bring you such joy as you learn to walk and talk and do everything by yourself. I would like to share my favorite quote with you, "our greatest glory consists not in never falling but rising every time we fall.
And to both Fly Baby and Little Lady, in the words of Michael, Happy Birthday Cake.
Most of my friends are pregnant right now. In fact, I'm pretty sure a friend is pregnant and not ready to tell yet. (If you normally order a drink and stop, and used to drink Diet Coke and claim to be giving up caffeine, well, that's a major hint. Especially when I ask you what's new and you giggle.) My entire 15 person playgroup has either had their second, is pregnant, or is trying.
I'm not pregnant, I'm not trying, I'm not even thinking about trying. We are done, with one.
I think.
I wish I wanted another baby. I actually really like babies. I seek out babies to hold and play with. I'm thrilled for my friends having babies.
Sometimes I feel like something is wrong with me. Am I the only person on the planet who only wants one child? Why do people look at me like I have seven heads when I say we are not having anymore? They tell me my reasons are selfish, and they are. We can't afford another one. We'd have to move, and we can't afford that. I've donated, sold, or given away all of Michael's baby stuff. I can't imagine getting out of the door every day with two. And it would completely change our lives, and I kind of like our lives.
There is a part of me that would love a girl. To dress up in pink. To go to princess tea with it. Hey, to watch High School Musical with. And my mother would be over the moon with a granddaughter.
There are moments when I think, well, maybe. Maybe when Michael is 4. And then I think, for us to have a baby when Michael is 4, I will have to be pregnant in 6 months. But it took us 6 months to get pregnant last time, so I'd have to try RIGHT NOW!!!! To quote Amy Winehouse, no, no, no, no.
The bottom line is, I just don't want another child. I know I "should." I know I'm "supposed to." I'm sorry for my friends who are trying to have seconds and having trouble. But there is also a part of me that doesn't get it. I don't get having one and wanting another. Maybe this is how people who never wanted children in the first place feel.
The odd thing is, we always wanted two. And then I got pregnant. And had a rough pregnancy. And hated it. And can't imagine going through that again. But people do it. And Michael was an easy baby. No colic, slept through the night at 4 months. Really laid back.
I'm talking in circles. The thing is, we tried for Michael. He was wanted. And loved, from the beginning. And I won't do it again unless I feel the same way. And I don't know when that will be. If that will be. And I guess that is OK.
I have already written about my belief that the High School Musical kids are doing it.
Doug is convinced that Manny and Kelly in Handy Manny are hooking up. "You know she wants him," he stated to me this weekend.
Do you think we are watching too much Disney and not enough, say, more adult TV?
The new and improved Jodifur!
Let me know what you think. Kudos to me, complaints to Doug.
I'm totally kidding. Doug worked really hard on this. It was entirely his design and blood, sweat, and tears. (And the swearing, we can't forget about the swearing).
I promise this is my last High School Musical 2 related post. And if you haven't seen it yet, you may want to skip this post. I'd hate to ruin it for you. (I'm so kidding, never skip my posts, they are full of crucial information!)
Upon watching High School Musical 2 about a gazzillion more times, I have some questions. There are some plot points that I just don't understand.
1. In the beginning of the show, Troy gives Gabriella a necklace with the letter "T." (On a side note, is this romance for 12 year olds? Because please. "Here, where my first initial around your neck." "Okay, I'll be branded.") When she breaks up with him in the super sad break up song, (I was totally crying), she gives it back to him. When they sing the song where they get back together, she is wearing it. When did she get it back?
2. Am I the only one who realizes they are totally doing the deed in real life. I mean, they have come out as a real couple. But this squeaky clean stuff is nonsense. They are totally having sex. And he is going to break her heart. I clearly need to read Teen Beat. (Late addition: I just got this week's People magazine and the cover story is on the romance of "Zanessa", the stars of High School Musical. They went to Hawaii together. Yeah, they are not sleeping together. And as a parent, do you let your 18 year old go to Hawaii with their boyfriend/girlfriend? I guess when they are supporting the family you do).
3. The scene at the end where the lanterns become stars? Did this become sci fi? Did ET show up? I'm really confused.
4. Who in the wardrobe department did that Ryan kid have a fight with? Because could they dress him worse? And that kid, a total tool.
5. I just read today they are doing a High School Musical 3 as a theatrical release set in a haunted house. (That's not going to be a Disney ride.) And High School Musical 4 is in the works. Not to mention High School Musical the Concert, High School Musical on Ice, and my favorite, High School Musical the Musical. There's no question here, I just think we should all take a minute and ponder High School Musical the Musical.
I have a new blog! A review blog. With 6 other great ladies.
Don't worry, Jodifur isn't going anywhere. I'm just going to be posting my opinion on lots of stuff over there. So please visit often.
Michael fell down the stairs this weekend. I was out walking the dog. When I got back Doug told me what happened.
I picked Michael up, checked his legs and arms, looked in his eyes, and told him to go run "super fast," a new favorite activity. He was totally fine.
Doug, on the other hand, was a mess. I was unfazed. I don't know if it's because I didn't see it, or because Michael has fallen a zillion times with me. Doug was convinced he had a concussion or a broken something, even though that kid was playing and running around and had totally forgotten that anything had happened.
I'm glad he is such an involved and loving Dad. And I guess one of us has to be over protective. I would have just patted him on the tush and sent him on his way. A fall down the stairs, whatever! So, please go tell him it's okay and it's going to happen a million times more.
Another reason to go butter up Doug, he's doing the first every Jodifur redesign. It finally occurred to me, my husband is a web designer. I can't have the same blog as this guy. I can't say when it is going to be done, because, well, he has a job. That he is getting ready to leave. My blog is not his first priority. But it should be. So go tell him to hurry up, nicely please.
Before the great redesign, I'm trying to update my blog list. If you link to me and I have not listed you please email me, or leave me a comment. I try to link to everyone who links to me, but it's possible I missed you or I don't know.
Also, if you are leaving comments and not getting emails from me, it's because your email is not registered on blogger. Register, and I email you. I'm cool like that.
Enough housekeeping. Go tell Doug sweet nothings. It's time to launch the new site!
