This picture has absolutely nothing to do with this little story. Just thought I’d share some eye candy.

Ha! You thought I was going to say that I just started running again didn’t you?

Now THAT would be very sad story.

Because friends, that means that I would have died.

I think I’m too old to run.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Anyway, my sweet little precious ones have given me a run for the money this week.

Between Brother teething and Bitzy struggling with being very off schedule since Christmas and trying to get back on schedule, it’s been a doozy of a week.

This Mama is very excited for Daddy to be home with us this weekend.

But then, in the midst of the exhaustion, as I nursed and rocked sweet Brother bear to sleep, as his eyes got heavier and heavier he unlatched, locked eyes with me and smiled the most beautiful smile. Almost as if to say, “I love you Mama, goodnight.”

What a gift.

And then, as I tucked Bitzy into her crib with her blankies after rocking and reading, she sleepily whispered, “Goodnight Kanga, I love you.” And I smiled and said, “Goodnight Sweet Roo. I love you.”

And that my friends, is what it’s all about.

Have a great weekend friends!

Me to Zach: “I really need to write a blog, but I’m just so tired. I can’t do it.”

Zach: “You should write a blog about how you’re too tired to write a blog.”

So there you have it. Here I am, whining about how tired I am. Original isn’t?

It’s true folks, I’m a pooped puppy.

I know that the whole wide world is tired and there are starving children, so really, what do I have to complain about?

I like to consider it whining more than complaining though. There is a difference ya know.

Me and my dear friend Julie. We’re due only a week apart! Crazy isn’t?

So anyway…I’m now 34 weeks preggers and feeling every bit of it. Up until this point I have honestly felt great, like surprisingly great. I have had the energy to chase after my Bitzy, clean house during nap times, work 2 days a week, cook every night and not be a total zombie in the evenings. I have been shocked at my energy levels…but friends, times they are a’changing.

Almost overnight I have been slapped silly with exhaustion.

Not to mention that I’m bigger than Mount Olympus. It’s true, I’m a large lady.

At my 32 week ultrasound they estimated that our new little Buddy was already 5 pounds. That’s scary folks.

Bitzy was 8 pounds, 9 ounces and 21 inches long at birth and she was 10 days late…it’s looking like little buddy may blow that outta the water.

I know that some of you probably had 10 pounders, (God bless you every one)…but I’m telling you, pushing an 8.5 pounder out of my body for 3 hours wasn’t my favorite experience ever.

All that to say, in addition to the Banana Pudding Milkshakes that I’m wearing on both of my thighs I have a huge baby that is encompassing my belly.

So excuse me for being a blogging slacker…right now my main priority is taking care of my little family without totally passing out.

Love to all,

Greetings my dear friends!

I’m so sorry that I have fallen off the blogging wagon as of late. To be honest, I’m tired, like really tired, and the first thing to go in my family unfortunately isn’t laundry, it’s this little corner of the world wide web.

Also, my sweet Bitzy has been sick for going on 2 weeks. Poor little Bitzy Boo. Last week she had Roseola or Baby Measles, which was a high fever (101-102.5) for 4 days and then she broke out into a rash all over her tiny little body. Then just when I thought she was healthy again now she has a nasty head cold and she’s currently cutting 5 teeth at once.

She’s not so good at being sick, and frankly I’m not great at it either.

While I’m a nervous wreck about my sweetheart being sick, she’s been healthy for a full year with only 2 minor colds. I would say that we’ve made out pretty well, but that still doesn’t ease the snot that’s pouring out of her tiny little button nose.  Remember her first cold? Read about it here.

Oh, and another reason I’m tired…

That’s right.

I’m with child!!! Sweet new baby is due May 27th, 2011!!!!

Were we trying, you ask?

Not exactly, but we’re thrilled and feel so blessed by this new little person already.

So…sorry that I’ve been, ahem, preoccupied.

I’ll try to do better.

As you know, I have been shredding my little heart out.

I’m tired, sore and annoyed that I’m not naturally skinny and muscular.

Why can’t I be one of those girls that say, “I know that I have a 6 pack, I guess I was just born that way.”  But then again, she’s probably puking her guts out in the bathroom and doing sit-ups in between heaving…so alas, I will Shred since puking is reserved for pregnancy and doing sit-ups on the bathroom floor is gross.  I’ll try to like it and not whine too much.

After my first pitiful attempt at Shredding, this is my round 2.

Here’s the play by play:

Day One- Hard.  Really hard.  Lots-o-sweat and heavy breathing. I made it through every exercise and I didn’t cry.  However, I found Jillian extremely annoying. Her, “I’m hoping you know me” line at the beginning is a bit obnoxious if I do say myself.  Overall, I felt pretty OK and encouraged that maybe I’m not as out of shape as I think I am.

Day Two- I woke up semi sore. Not “can’t move my legs and stairs are scary” sore, but sore nonetheless.  When Jillian had our shredding date I was tired. It’s funny how I wasn’t all that sore until I began doing the exercises…it was then that my muscles began screaming for me to stop.  But I pressed onward and finished again, never skipping a beat…but again, there was lots of panting and sweat.

Day Three- I already flaked out. I’m a loser.  I’m sorry.

Day Four- Flaked again.  There is no excuse for me.  Although I did walk 3 miles in 90 degree heat while pushing a stroller and then my sweet Bitzy had a melt down and I carried her up a huge hill while pushing the stroller…does that help my case?

Day Five- Felt great. I even felt kind of strong…weird.

Day Six- Exhausted.Tired.Sore.Do.Not.Like.Jillian.

Day Seven- Walked 2 miles. Didn’t Shred. I’m sorry.

Day Eight- Felt really good.  This gig is definitely getting easier. The push-ups are killer, but my arms are looking a little less pudgy.  Hooray!

Day Nine- Flaked.Tired.Flaked.Exhaustion.Need.More.Sleep.com

Day Ten- Felt energized.  Lost 3.4 pounds this week (maybe this Shred stuff is working?) and it makes me wanna Shred harder…although, Jillian is driving me bananas.

After 1-10 days you’re supposed to move to Level 2, but I’m just not ready.  I’m sorry. I’m not a Shred role model, however, I need one. And while we’re at it, I need a personal trainer to come to my house (not one on TV, a real life one), and if it could be for free that would be great.  Let me know what you find out…in the meantime, I’m going to try to flake less on Level One and keep working on my sorta pudgy arms.

Are you Shredding too?  Please, pretty please with sugar on top Shred with me….anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?