Feelin' Blue

I'm just sad and scared. Terrified is more-so the word that is fitting, but I am trying to manage my trepidation in my own mind. I don't want to know about Rowan unless it is good news, yet, I know my mind won't rest until I do know. Jackson has been having a bit of a hard time lately and that just makes me think about it even more.

Not so easy to lose

Did you ever notice how easy it is to lose things like your keys, your phone, or your favorite sweatshirt, or heaven forbid, your purse? The things we fear losing most are the easiest to misplace. On the other hand, the things we want to lose most are the most difficult. I'm talking about weight.

I look in the mirror and think, "Oh, I don't look that bad." But then I try to put some of my clothes on, and after they do not fit I feel a little defeated. So, I've gone on wearing my stretchy clothes all while I have been waiting patiently to start vamping up my workouts. You would think the constant packing of boxes, moving, unpacking of boxes, back and forth, back and forth would be a good workout, right? WRONG! The scale told me, "Nice try!" and scoffed at my weight loss efforts. So, now that that we are pretty much settled in our new apartment, I have been making an effort to get back into my workout routine. I worked out 6 of the 7 days last week (only six because I was tired) and the stupid scale laughed at me again! All the work of exercise and even trying to diet for a measly 2 pounds?!? Needless to say, I was not impressed with my progress. Yes, yes, I know that I just had the baby, but I am still carrying around an extra 20 pounds! When I ran last night, my ankles hurt...I think it was because of the extra weight. That really discouraged me. I have a bridesmaid dress to fit into in less than a month and this poky process is starting to make me nervous and frustrated. Isn't it easier to lose some of the initial weight and then get harder? Come on! I am just annoyed; I know I need to be more vigilant and patient.

Quick Update

So...I only have a little bit before the mini-man is up to eat. Here he is, cute as a button, in his baby papasan chair. Isn't he so cute?


This is my kids' idea of helping us pack.


My mini-man has started smiling...not all the time, but every once in a while and I caught this one on film. Precious!


I just LOVE this little guy. He is so stinkin' cute!

Another year older

Four years ago, Josh and I were in the hospital giving birth to our first child. We were graced with a gorgeous, stubborn, competitive, hilarious and intelligent little girl. Who would think that on her fourth birthday she would already have two little brothers? The past four years has given me many things to love about Joslynn; here are a few:

-She bounces out of bed like Tigger. I don't always have the energy to keep up, but it sure is a nice way to wake up.
-Her facial expressions. They are so funny!
-Her love for her brother(s). Sometimes less love for Jackson, but she really gets protective when she needs to be.

-Her quirky little personality.
-Her memory--it is impeccable.
-Her smile.

-Her cute curls.
-Her everything.

I wish you could stay young and innocent and untainted forever. I love this age where you love me and you love everything in the world and it is all an adventure. Keep your wonderful spirit my dear.


Happy Birthday sweetie!