Off the Wagon

I have fallen off the wagon.  (in all forms) I have been having more than a glass of wine way more than multiple times a week, I just polished off a dark chocolate bar (yikes), and workouts have been...  Well, they haven't been. 
But, I have been having a ball!  We spent 1 night/1 day with my sister and her family at their families summer home (it's on a river so we had fun in the sun), then we just returned home from NC.  We went to visit my college roomie!  Her husband is in the Army so we went to visit the base, it was my first time on a military base and it was awesome.  So neat and just incredible.  Bear was so excited to see soldiers, I was in awe just watching his face.  We checked out a children's museum as well.

Here we are, we have already started carb loading for Iron Girl!

S-U-M-M-E-R

I look forward to the start of summer...  As a teacher the summer brings me back to when I was younger, the anticipation of all the "summer fun" that is lined up.  As a parent there are other "anticipations" I look forward to that come with summer.  The clothes are lighter (and smaller) so laundry seems to be less, lazy days with a more relaxed bed time, supper sleepy children when bed time roles around, for the most part there is no rushing out the door in the morning and of course I can enjoy a lot of the simple things, you know, because I participate in running through the sprinkler with the kids and not look like a crazy lady.
So now that my Internet is back up (urgh, went down on Tuesday and is finally back up) I have been put back in touch with life (okay that is sad) and back on my blog and catching up on reading blogs :) .
We have had a productive start to summer vacation.  I have organized two children's bed rooms, cleaned my kitchen (that includes organizing the pantry), hubs vacuumed the house, signed the kids up for the summer reading program at the library, played, played, and played some more, have had limited TV time for the kiddos, have been watching True Blood season Three with hubs (we don't get HBO), and are getting ready to have a small get away with my sister and her family.

Why does the drink change it?

Why does the type of drink you have change the "meeting"?  I had plans to meet an old co-worker.  We were going to meet for wine, my old co-work recently took a job close to where I work.  So we thought we would check out this great wine store that does tastings and you can order a bottle and enjoy!  Of course life got busy and my plans with her fell through.  My current co-worker heard me talking about my "ex" (that is what we call our previous co-workers) and he said he was getting jealous.  So I told him that when (and if) he left teaching I would meet him for wine.  He said he didn't know if he would feel weired or not.  I laughed and couldn't figure out why he would feel weired (my sister, who I was on the phone with couldn't understand either).  I asked if we met for a beer would that change it, he said "absolutely, then it would be fine". 
Why does the drink change it?
My Theory (and my sisters):

• You rarely see/hear of two guys meeting for wine
• While men enjoy wine, it is thought of to be more of a woman's drink and therefore the man would be accommodating the woman
• Wine is sensual (so two people of the opposite sex meeting for wine who are married to other people...)
• Meeting for "beer" sounds cooler...     

H-E-L-L-O Stranger

That would be me, a stranger I realize that some of my readers may have gone and will not come back, I hope they stay but, I have been under a rock.  I have been having a blogging funk.  Life has been crazy and I was not sure where I was going to my blog.  I decided that while I still have no clue where I am going with this, it was a mini therapy session for me to write, so I gave myself a little face lift and started to type. 
While I say I have been under a rock, I don't mean I have been hiding.  I have just been really busy.  I haven't gotten a chance to sit and write at work and at home, I can even hide in my bathroom to try and write because either someone runs in attached to my leg or if I lock the door my children violently throw their bodies against the door that I either open it or have them break it down! 
So here I am back, I hope some of you are there to say "HI"!

WARNING

If I had that WARNING WARNING voice from Whale Wars I would have that playing.  Because this post might come out as a little vent session.
Not sure what happened to me on Wed. night but I threw up.  It wasn't fun.  I think it was something I ate because when I got up on Thursday I had that odd tummy feeling, but was fine otherwise.  Oh except I came home from work not having eaten all day and ate a few brownies washed it down with a milkshake.  So much for eating right!  I fell off the wagon.
My co-worker is out today, he got a random sub.  R-A-N-D-O-M  When this happens I feel like I have a house guest that I don't know to feel and I have to stretch my brain to entertain them.  Honestly.  I don't have the brain power to do this on a Friday.
My kiddos were doing forward rolls during their well checks on Thursday.  Yes, in the middle of the Dr.'s office my children decided to display their gymnastics skills.  (I swear that office must think I have no control over my kids)
I never thought that I would hear this from a child, but I had a child who swallowed a rock today.  (I think it was a pebble)  I don't know how that happened, truthfully I didn't want to know.  In my defense it happened over a half and hour before they came to my class so!     
The weather is cold again, not chilly, COLD.  I am over it.  I need my flip flops and I need to be able to run in warmer weather.
Oh and the "sub" from earlier jumped as a pulled out a knife to cut a lemon for my tea, I guess I am not being a good hostess since I scared them, but really, did they think I was going to knife them?
Oh yeah, who swallows a rock?

PINT

Birthday

This past weekend we celebrated Bear's birthday.

Bear is my oldest.

He is getting so big.

Sad to think that he has one more year of pre-school and then it is off on the big yellow bus to kindergarten.

So this weekend it got me thinking of things.

Bear is our first child.

This little man entered our world and forever change life for hubs and I.

Not only was he born, but hubs and I were "born" as parents.

I had been a Aunt for 6 years.

A Godmother for 5.5 years.

But a MOM.  No.

This was something new.  Something that was the most amazing gift, a gift that would change "who" I was.

When the Dr. handed Bear to hubs (after what seemed like years, but we will get to that in another post) I remember looking at Bear's little face and asking hubs to just touch Bear's face to mine.  That moment, the memory of that touch, will be forever engraved in my mind.

I suddenly had dreams that were not my own.

Dreams and wishes for this little human that we were now responsible for.

I wondered; what he was going to look like, what his voice would sound like, what his personality would be.

Who he would be.

This little man has shown me stregnth and humor all in one.

He has a heart of gold.

A stuborn little mind!

He has 2 modes, on and off.

On is full on, never stop.

Off is sleep.

There is no in between mode.

He keeps me on my toes.  He has created a joy that I never knew exsisted. 

(sometimes he creates a mom that can polish off a bottle of wine in one gulp)

(but that is motherhood)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAR

MOMMY LOVES YOU

(this has sparked a thought in my mind, I am starting a once a week post about my pregnancy/delivery/newborn life with Bear)