Yet another weekend, having gone by in a flash. What is with that, anyway? I have a few minutes. I'm just gonna spew, watch out.
Our church recently switched to an evening service while we're in a bit of a transitional time. I have to say, I definitely, definitely like the change so far. It's...different. It feels really nice having our service be the end cap to our weekend, and also gives you time to still do things Sunday mornings as a family, have a lazy breakfast, go hiking, shop (while stores are still open), or catch some classes at the gym.
This morning, I decided that I needed to get out, so I headed to Body Pump. I'm punishing myself for going off the deep end in candy consumption since halloween. Yes, you heard me right. I'm a big, fat cheater and ate random pieces of candy over the last 3 days. Halloween is a nightmare. It does NOT help that my kid completely and totally forgot about her candy after the first day, so, it's not like she's taking inventory. Since I've basically picked through all the good chocolate, I think it's time to dump in the trash--because, my thighs.
ANYWAY. (I know, I'm trying to brush all my candy cheating under the rug) (But come on. I'm human. Tomorrow is Monday. A new week. I promise I'm done.) So while I'm in class today I realize that I'm a total instructor-snob. I have my preferences for who I prefer teaching the classes I take. I get really used to their style of teaching. And when it's someone else I feel a little...annoyed? perhaps? Do I still get a good workout in the end? Of course. It's about how hard I push myself anyway. But, for the love--the commentary, the music choices, sometimes I'm all HUHHHHH? And have to keep my eye-rolling to a minimum.
In other news. I probably burned off at least 1 candy bar in pump, and maybe a starburst or two if eye-rolling counts for any calorie burn.
Last night we had puke-a-palooza with Em. I think puke is every parents worst nightmare. It's just...so...awful. And gross. And really freaking sad seeing your kid so helpless and weak. There were multiple episodes, and so she ended up in a make-shift 'floor bed' next to us in our room with a bowl by her head. When did I get to the point where I have a kid old enough to make a FLOOR BED in my room? I remember doing that with my parents all the time. Life comes full circle, and now I just feel old.
I am happy to report, whatever the heck it was that plagued her was gone this morning and she's back to the same happy, bouncy girl again.
You know what's weird (not weird at all)? I should feel more guilt over the fact that Lucy's life is documented less than her sister's. But I don't. I let myself free of that, and well, that feels good. I just doubt that one day she's gonna be like, "MOMMMMM I can't believe you didn't write a 15 month update on my LIFE! how could YOU?!"(more like, I didn't write any, after age 3 months. whoops.) But maybe I'm wrong.
So. I will say this. Lucy--at 15 months you are a hilarious wreck. Yes, you are a wrecking ball. That Miley Cyrus song was written for you and I sometimes sing it to you. "YOU CAME IN LIKE A WRECCCKKKINNGGGG BALLLLLLLLLLLL". You are into everything, you are a climber--and even the lady at the Y confirmed this. She is pulling you off of tables non-stop. Your personality is so funny. But whoaaaa baby, you are starting to show that you have a little will inside you. You adamantly shake your head NO or YES and you say no already. SIIIIGHHHH. You are cute, though. And you shout Hiiiiii and HEYYYY HEYYYY to everyone. So friendly and cheery. But such a little firecracker, you are. Running up to big sis, grabbing fistfuls of hair from her head. You.are.a.wreck. A lovely, amazing, hilarious kid and we adore you x a billion.
There. Happy 15 months, kiddo. (on the 29th)
I have become a happy-coffee-drinker. I drink it way too often and associate it's warm goodness with peace, and me-time, and ahhhh. The problem is, I need to drink more water. Coffee doesn't replace water. I wish it could. I mean, there is a lot of water IN coffee. So---that's gotta count for something?
Wow. I should be a nutritionalist.
Speaking of nutrition--I feel like I should just mini-update to say, we are still very much eating well. Despite my stupid candy intake the last few days, it's been going same old, same old. We have a nice cheat on a weekend meal (lately it's been pizza), and every once in a while if I'm feeling like I'll die without chick-fil-a nuggets, I'll have them, too. But mostly, things are going great. Both Declan and I (as expected) have maintained the weight loss and hope to stay about where we're at now (although I'd never argue 5 more pounds ;) ).
I use the TimeHop app on my phone, and sometimes I find it crazy when a selfie from last year will come up, and whoa. Then I can really see the fruits of my labor in the food/workout department. Obviously, I was only a few months postpartum last year, but it goes to show that hard work will pay off, and it keeps me motivated.
We were so that family that dressed up on Halloween. Yes. Yes we did. Our friends are big dresser-upper's and basically said we weren't allowed over if we didn't channel our inner kid and wear a dang costume. I'm kidding, I mean, but still. It was kinda fun, I guess.
Emeline wears those glasses like a champ. Literally, didn't remove them from her face for 3.5 hours. And Lucy? Well, she looked like a drunk poodle walking the neighborhood with a lolli hanging from her mouth (pretty sure it's still stuck to her fur someplace). But overall? Good times.
How about THAT for the most random post ever...on a Sunday, no less.
have a great rest of the weekend. xo.