Hurts so good

Before I had kids, I was in the gym at least three times a week and participated in a bootcamp every Saturday morning.

Since having kids, I probably have been in a gym no more than 10 times. In fact, I cancelled my membership to save money.

After I had my daughter I managed to keep my weight in check, but this time I feel like I’ve been really slack with my eating and exercise and it’s time for that to change.

I decided to start my re-entry to a cleaner lifestyle by doing a detox.

I’m onto the third and final week of the detox, which consists of drinking energizing, slimming, detox and matcha green teas at specific times of the day, getting enough water, cutting down or eliminating sugar, eating more whole foods and getting more exercise.

I’ve been doing ok, but I find it challenging to get in all my teas and water, and eating the right amount of veggies.

The other day I decided that I have to sacrifice sleep in order to get in a solid workout like I was used to getting. I borrowed Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred DVD from the library (her style is very similar to my friend/trainer).

While working through the first level on the DVD on Saturday morning I realized how out of shape I am. My core is still pretty strong considering I’ve had two babies and two c-sections, but overall it’s really disappointing.

Overnight, I could feel my muscles getting more and more sore. Each of the two times I went to put Shepherd back down after waking up through the night, it became more difficult to pick up my mini Mac truck because of my sore muscles.

This soreness reminds me of the my old workout days when my trainer would purposely try to cripple me for days. It hurts so good. :)

I just need to stick with it and I know my body will remember how to do this stuff.

Ultimately, I want to be in the best health I can be for me and my kids. I want to set a good example for my kids on how important exercise and eating right is to our health and I want to teach them about moderation.

I’ll keep you posted on how things go over the next two months.

Some assembly required

So Little Man is at the stage now where he’s curious about EVERYTHING. We “creatively” barricaded our DVD, game consoles, receiver and PVR (DVR for my readers in the US) with our bar stools to curtail him from messing with them.

We found that this worked well for Squish, but for Little Man, not a chance. He’s like Rhino from The Amazing Spiderman, or Juggernaut from X-Men. He just stands there and pushes those bar stools right out of his way.

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Did I mention that he’s 26lbs? He’s definitely going to take after my hubby.

Anyway, all of our components sat on low shelves of a TV stand and the television hung on the stand above. Anytime my husband had to put a DVD, Blu-Ray or game disc into a system, he would complain about how he hates to bending over. It’s a long way down when you’re 6’6″.

So, on Wednesday last week we made a trip to Ik.ea to check out their storage/organizing solutions.

Our vision was to eventually mount the television on the wall and mount a storage unit just under it — well off the ground. Because wall mounts can be pricey, we decided that we would mount the storage piece on the wall and then put the TV on top.

In the days that followed, the more I looked at the TV and how massive it is — we have an old school (circa 2008) 50″ plasma flat screen that is no where as thin and feathery light as what’s on the market today — the more uncomfortable I became with just sitting the TV on top of the storage piece even if it was tethered to the wall.

So my hubby started looking for wall mounts online and found one that extends for a fraction of the price in stores.

On Saturday after we ate breakfast we cracked open the first box and started what would be the worst decision we’ve ever made.

Why was it the worst decision?

Well, my husband is not the most handy guy in the world. He’s gotten better over the years, but it’s really unfortunate that his dad, who is a part-time contractor, did not pass on many of those skills to my hubs. He got so frustrated at the littlest things, which ended up frustrating me.

Whenever I had to go tend to one of the kids, especially my little Kling.on, he would mumble under his breath, “why is it I always get stuck doing these projects alone?!” My answer is always, “until you start lactating, you’re going to have to do this alone while I feed the baby.”

Putting up the TV mount was a piece of cake compared to the storage unit.

We assembled the unit on Saturday and finished mounting it on the wall sometime around 7 p.m. Take note that we started working on it around 1 p.m. on Sunday.

Here’s the finished product:

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There was sweating, loud talking (we try not to yell in front of the kids), disagreements, lots of indecisiveness, almost swearing, lots of sighing and gnashing of teeth and plain old frustration.

Little Man screamed for most of the day because he couldn’t have mummy when he wanted her.

It’s just straight up difficult to get projects like this done with small kids around.

My hubby vowed that he will NEVER try mounting anything significant like a storage unit on the wall again; he’ll pay someone else.

When my parents splurged and bought a solid wood kitchen table from an Amish furniture store a few years ago that was delivered partially assembled and completed by the guys who delivered it, my husband didn’t get spending that kind of money. (My dad has also vowed to NEVER assemble ANY household furniture EVER again.) Now he gets it.

What he doesn’t get is the concept of patience and the fact that sometimes you have to wait to be able to afford something a little nicer, rather than go out and get something cheaper to satisfy a “want” right away.

Although Ik.ea’s stuff has gotten better, it’s ok quality for a little bit of money.

With all of that being said, I was on Pinterest last night and I think I found an inexpensive organization solution for our small walk-in closet that my hubby is excited about. I can’t seem to pull the image from Pinterest, but when I do, I’ll post it here so you can see what I’m talking about.

I think we’ll leave that project for sometime next year.

Coming out of hiding

Call off the search party; I’m alive! :-)

I haven’t really been hiding…just busy enjoying being at home with my babies. I’m already dreading going back to work.

There’s lots going on, so I’ll do my best to catch you up quickly.

I can’t believe that my little man is already 10 months old! He’s been out of my womb longer than he’s been in!

Now that Shep is more mobile and interactive, I love watching him and Squish play. She can be a little rough with him at times, but he can give it just as good as he gets it. Being two and a half, she can also be a bit possessive at times about the toys in the house. I have to occasionally remind her that the toys are for sharing now.

Speaking of being two, for you moms out there with toddlers, do you find that the tantrums are more epic now than before? Oh my goodness, I tell this child no to something she’s asked for and she’s on the floor bawling with her hands over her eyes looking all dramatic. It takes everything in me not to laugh. Does that make me awful?

And the whining… IT. JUST. DOESN’T. STOP.
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Although the whining has reached an all-time high, she’s really good with helping out with the little man. When he’s crying for me and I can’t tend to him right away, she will do whatever she can to make him laugh. And in return, when she’s throwing one of her non-rolling around, non-thrashing tantrums, he will crawl over to her to give her a kiss. It melts my heart every time!

The little man took his first few steps sometime in August. He’sd been working up to it for a while, but just the  one day he got brave and took his first steps. He looked so proud when me and my hubby started to cheer for him. :-) And now, he walks every chance he gets. Mind you, he’s still a bit unsteady.

He’s had his eight front teeth for months now and eats pretty much anything that I’m eating.

He loves to give kisses and is such an affectionate and happy baby.
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My only challenges with him are sleeping through the night — surprise, surprise…just like Squish — and he’s very attached to me.

If he’s in one of those moods, he’s fine when I’m not in the room, but as soon as he sees me, he cries. A few times my hubs and I have gone out to a movie and left the kids with my parents or one of my aunts. We usually return to a snoty-nosed baby who has been crying and is looking for mama.

My friends with boys tell me that they experienced the same thing and that he’ll grow out of it. But heck! This feels like a really long phase!

My step-daughter had been M.I.A. for about two months after we had the little man’s dedication at the beginning of June. There was lots of drama with her coming over that weekend and she only ended up coming for the dedication and the party afterward.

Then my hubby was served with court papers in July for sole custody of my step-daughter. Her mom wants all the decision-making power and to be able to not consult, notify our obtain my hubby ‘s consent to obtain a passport or take her out of the county.

Psht… like that ‘s gonna happen!

The girl is 16! Two more years and she’ll be making her own decisions! Why try to change things now?

We’re not sure if this custody issue is related to her bring M.I.A., but something’s up.

Maybe it’s the fact that she shares a room with my daughter when she’s over. Maybe she feels uncomfortable with our family. I don’t know. She says it’s none of those things, but there’s obviously something.

I try my best to make sure she doesn’t feel like an outsider, but maybe we’re not doing a good enough job.

Whatever it is, I hope we figure it out before she takes off for college or university and our relationship becomes more strained because of distance.

Let’s see…what else?

My hubby and I may jump into the network marketing industry with a home-based business to bring in some extra money. Over the past year and a half we’ve been approached by several friends to get involved with their business, but none of them seemed right until we were approached by someone recently who works for a company that seems more in line with our lifestyle.

I also started a detox last Monday. It’s been a bit of a struggle, but it’s been ok so far. I’ll devote another post to that with more details later
I think that’s all for now.

So I will leave you with this pic of my babes.

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Wordless Wednesday – Tutu Edition

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Playdate dress up

Wordless Wednesday – Hijacked chair

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Monday Snapshot – Time is flying

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My little man is now 10 weeks old. I’m finding it difficult to savour time with him when he seems to be growing so quickly.

Yesterday in the nursery at church we had a two-month old come in and compared to Shep, she looked tiny.

In reality she’s probably closer to being an average size for a baby that age and my babe is just a monster. He definitely has his daddy’s genes there!

One of those days

This is a mommy/wife rant, so I apologize in advance to any men/fathers that follow my blog.

Do you ever have one of those days where you want to punch your partner in the throat? No? Well, I do. I’m not perfect, so don’t judge me.

Today was one of those days. I’m totally over it now; mostly.

On Saturday we had a not-as-small-as-I-would-have-liked get together to celebrate Peanut’s birthday. At the end of the evening, my husband said that if I put away the food that remained, he would take care of cleaning up the rest of the stuff.

Can I tell you, those dishes were still in the sink up until this evening. Every time I looked at the sink I felt steam coming out of my ears.

This afternoon we took the wee babes to the doc for his rescheduled one-month check up. As a side note, little man’s healthy appetite for breast milk has resulted in a four pound weight gain in the past month and a bit! I guessed that he would be 12 lbs. No wonder he’s as strong as he is.

In the afternoon my hubby turned to me and asked what we’re having for dinner as if I’m the ruler of all the food in the house and make all the decisions about what we eat. Cooking is not his forte. He doesn’t enjoy it, but he will do it out of necessity, whereas I like to cook, but don’t always have the energy to do it lately. Anyway, I responded that I didn’t take any meat out of the freezer so it will have to be chicken fingers. Don’t judge.

We returned from wee man’s appointment just after 4 p.m. Keep in mind that he leaves for basketball at 6:15-ish. Upon entering the house, he plops himself on the couch and proceeds to send text messages to the guys he meets up with for basketball every Monday evening. I plopped myself on the other couch to feed the babes.

I looked at the pile of dishes in the sink, thought about dinner and who was going to make it, and the fact that I was at the time tethered to a baby via a boob and I literally wanted to punch my husband in the throat.

Finally, he got off the couch and started to put something together for dinner.

I know, I should have said something, but we’ve had this discussion soooooo many times, and I hate to nag. I guess I rather sit and stew.

Anyway, I was going to leave every last dish in the sink for him to do when he gets home from basketball, but I didn’t for a few reasons:

  1. I just couldn’t leave it looking like that for another minute. I can’t function in a kitchen if the sink is overflowing with dishes. It makes me crazy; and
  2. I wasn’t confident that he would actually do them tonight and I would be even more angry to see them still there tomorrow morning.

Seriously, I’m going to have to implement the whoever doesn’t do the cooking does the dishes. At times there seems like there’s an uneven distribution of household contribution.

You want to hear what I think is the worst part? He’s the first one to complain about the state of the kitchen as he’s adding another dish to the pile and walks away. Uggggggggghhhhhhh! He makes me crazy sometimes.

On the other hand, he’s great with watching the kids and that should be enough, but I don’t think it is when you’re a breast feeding mommy. You need a break from cooking all the time. Especially if you have a kid that seems to wait until you’re done cooking and just sit down to eat to start wailing to be fed.

Most of the time I either end up juggling the wee babes and his bobble head in one hand while shovelling food into my mouth, hoover down my food so I can feed him, or let my food get cold so that I can feed him.

Ahhh….rant over. Thanks for listening/reading. :-)

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