Chee-oo’s. no mo.

 

“No mo Chee-oo’s Mom” Says Weaky

“Let me see. HEY there’s no more Cheerio’s MOM!” yells Bagel…

“Don’t make me look in the box. It stresses me out” Whines Maggie

‎"Hmmm... no food. Just crazy mommy and a camera in this box. I got out of the sunshine for this... squirrel." Says Sophie

"Nope. You guys are right. No Cheerios left in the box. Now that mystery is solved, we can move on with the day." Says me.

A day in the life of me, with my two kids, and two dogs. ♥

Feisty

BTW Sophie wins best eyes through a Cheerio Box.

Day one.

Kick ass.


I washed all the dishes. Shined my sink. Made the coffee and it's set for the morning. Spaghetti's dinner is made. And my kitchen table is ALL clear of clutter.


I have eaten nothing but healthy food today. And I am proud. Not always happy. But proud.


I even fit in some time to shred the 2006-2007 paperwork. Minus the retarded $650.51 I spent on my two boxers, Ding and Dong to get ALL there updated vaccines, bloodwork, and toenail trims, oh and Sentinel (heartwor, fleas meds) the rabies is every 3 years so it's a bit more now, but cheaper over all. But the dogs needed to be updated. Glad that is over!


Weaky went to bed at 7, Bagel just went up at 7:45. Survivor was a recap so I thought I would read more Eclipse (second time around) then watch my beloved LOST at 8. Then at 9 get Spaghetti of to work, and up to bed by 9:30 pm.


Puuuuurfect.

Happy Thoughts

For the day I have some happy thoughts...

• Last night I found an envelope in the bathroom with my name on it. Inside was a pink card. With just a small shiny red heart on the front, with the words "Love you" below it. Inside was this saying "...funny how two words can take up so little space on a card, but full up all the space in my heart..." under it was written I'm sorry I missed Valentines Day! Have fun at the Britney show Love Spaghetti. We didn't do anything really for V-Day, I had made him a card, and bought us a new bedspread ($40 at Aldi!) and cleaned and rearranged our bedroom. The card made me happy.
• My IL's took Bagel last night, they are going shopping with her today, and coming over for a family dinner tonight.
• Just Weaky and I went to McD's for breakfast, Starbucks for coffee, then to the store for stuff for dinner. I love just one on one dates with my kids.
• I am excited about the upcoming "Plate for All Seasons" stamp camp I am planning. (I will post pictures later) The class is this Wednesday night, lots of work!
• My sales for the quarter are crazy! And I am one happy demonstrator for it!
• It has been 28 days since I had pop. Just coffee, water and tea for me!

And the big one?

I got on the scale today... let me tell you I started eating healthier on Feb. 2nd... I was 136 lbs... this morning I was... 127.5.

I cried. 8.5 lbs? Gone? I can move to the second notch on my belt, I feel better. My tummy is looking better, but I always lose in my tummy first and my legs and butt are still very... um, over healthy... I still have 20 lbs to lose. If I just keep trying...

Hope you have happy thoughts of the day, Weaky is napping so I must go clean house for dinner later!

Thanks to the man upstairs.

As I sit at the kitchen table this morning, over breakfast...

I look to my right and see a little boy, 8 months old, asleep, because 5:30 am and all morning banging my ribbon holder against the wall, drinking juice, and watching Barney with Bagel will tire a little boy out.

I look down to the two sleeping boxer, my girls follow us where ever they can, just wanting to be near us, and in the action of the day.

I look across the table. At a beautiful 2 year, 7 months, and 1 day old girl. Blonde hair up in a messy pony tail, eating scrambled eggs, and banana's with buttered toast on the side. You stop and look at me and watch me eat my sunny side up eggs on toast. I can see the wheels turning, as you take your toast, and place your scrambled eggs in the middle.

You gently fold the toast in half and say "just like my mommy" As I dip my toast to soak up the run off egg yolk, you mock me and pretend to do the same.

As I look at Weaky, sleeping in his chair, my two big girls asleep on the floor, and the Tinkerbell pajama'd little girl across from me. I sigh, realizing how amazingly perfect my life is.

You look up at me across the table, and smile. You say "Love you mom"

"I love you too"

Days like today.

Days that are simple.

Days that are calm, and just happy. Me and my babies. I couldn't be in a better place right now.

And lots of thanks to the man upstairs. The man upstairs sleeping in my bed. The man who works 2 sometimes 3 jobs. All for me to stay home, and to raise our babies the way we want them raised.

I love this life we have created. And I am lucky to be in it.