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That dirt eater…yeah, it’s MY son!

30 Mar

(First off…woo hoo, it’s not a diet post!)

Jaylon is a dirt eater.  Which, as bad as it sounds, is not as bad as a death eater (Harry Potter reference!).  But it is pretty nasty.  I don’t care how many times I vacuum, how many times I sweep or how many times I hand-pick stuff up off the floor he will eat it.  More often than not, thanks to big sis playing softball, it’s dirt from her cleats. 

He’ll crawl really fast to a clump and stuff it in his chubby little cheeks before I even notice it or get to him.  If I don’t notice I hear coughing and gagging in a few seconds.  It’s actually quite funny, if it weren’t so NASTY!

Today I ran to Walgreens, which btw is the devil and I could spend more money there than Target sometimes, to get Jay some food for in the morning.  I left him home with Daddy and Sissy.  As soon as I get home they have to run to softball practice so it’s a little hectic for a few seconds.  In this short period of time Jay got himself a HUNK of dirt.  We hear coughing and gagging then a little bleck sound.  So Sean and I instantly know what he got into.  I should have taken a pic before we wiped his mouth because DAMN that was some funny shit!  He had dirt all around his mouth, like he had eaten the best ice-cream on the face of the earth.  We wiped his mouth, I swept the inside of his mouth and noticed that he had some stuck in his little teeth!  Man oh man!

I brushed his teeth after that.

Also, he plays with his wee-hee too.  I know he’s a boy and “hey look, it’s a cool thingy to play with” but I didn’t think he’d start now!  He loves bathtime because it’s out there for him to fondle.  The funny thing is he usually giggles while he’s doing it. 

His future wife is going to love all these stories.  Hopefully by then all the dirt will be out of his teeth!

Hell yeah…2lbs!

22 Mar

Don’t you hate when you have so many things running through your head to write a blog about then when you open your blog you can’t remember a damn one?!

Yeah, that’s me!

I know I wanted to write a post about my daughter turning 8 but I feel like I need to give it more time and thought.  I also have something in me about this past weekend.  I’m also sure there’s some words floating around about someone turning 31 this week (and that person just may be me!).  I’m certain that there’s a scrapbooking post in there too!

So, let’s talk about my diet then, ok?  I cheated, a lot, this weekend.  Not even gonna lie…I had cake, candy, cake, funnel cake, cake, wine and I capped that all off with some cake.  I did try to cut back on portions and I did drink my water, so that’s the plus.  But you see, we celebrated Kenna’s birthday (and someone else’s too) and so I had to have some of her cake.  Ma made it, so it was deeeee-lish and chocolate and I couldn’t say no!  I also didn’t work out at all during the entire week.

But…

I…

lost…

2 lbs!

I know it’s not much when you look at the fact that I have 68 more left…but it’s a start.  And I’m pretty proud of my 2lbs dammit because I know it would have been more had I stuck to the diet better and exercised but it showed me that even just cutting out most of my sweets, snacking between meals, drinking <1 diet dp a day and greatly reducing portion size really does work for me!  There is hope!

Oh and don’t let me forget to tell you about my Big Ass Cake!

Spring break and St. Pats!

17 Mar

This one will be a quickie folks!  I am blogging while the J-man is snoozing!

Anyway, this is spring break for Kenna so we came to visit my Mammy in the panhandle.  We’ve been enjoying each other’s company and just having fun.  Sean is still at home but will fly up tomorrow to spend the rest of the week with us.  I miss him!

I love seeing my kids with their NaNa.  And I always wish I had the patience she does with them.  Kenna’s been playing with Zoe so much that I’m not sure who’s having more fun, her or the dog?!  Jaylon has been army crawling everywhere and is finally starting to crawl for real.  He only takes a few “steps” then falls and stars army crawling like he usually does but hey, it’s a start.

I enjoy spending so much time with Ma.  She and I, like I’ve said before, are more like friends than mother/daughter.  We have so much fun together.  That’s been the hard part about being so far away, is not being able to just run to Mom’s house.  Oh well.

Kenna’s 8th b-day was this Sunday and we spent it in the car!  Poor girl.  We did go out to dinner Saturday and I’ll have a whole post about that and her turning 8 soon.

St. Patrick’s Day is a huge day for us.  See, I’m from Shamrock, TX.  So you can understand why it’s a big deal, right?  We go to the celebration every year (except for last since I was HUGE preggo with Jay) and the family all comes and invades my Gramma’s house, who still lives in Shamrock.  There’s a parade, carnival and yummy goodies.  It’s so much fun and I cannot wait for it to begin this weekend.  Unfortunately it’s supposed to be in the 30s and snow! Grrr!

My diet is still going well.  I’m drinking my water and cutting back on portions.  I’m trying to stay away from the sweets but it is difficult here at my mom’s house.  She bakes all the damn time!  But I’ve been ok…I have had a few bites of cake of some goodies but much better than I normally do!

So, more blogging to come after this weeks festivities!  Happy St. Pat’s to you all! :)

I’m obese…

11 Mar

I live in one of the fattest cities in America and I add to that statistic.  My name is Melanie and my BMI is 37%, making me morbidly obese.

I was a thin girl growing up. I was active and I danced, a lot.  My high school years I cheered and was an average looking girl. I was ok with how I looked then.  In college, when we got married I weighed 135lbs and danced 5 days a week sometimes for 4+hrs a day, no not THAT type of dance people, get your heads outta the gutter!.  I loved my legs, my dancers legs.  I didn’t much care for my “tummy” but I liked the way I looked in my leo and tights and didn’t mind being in them.  Then the happiness and pregnancies began.

You all know that “I’m happy where I am in my life, I got my man so I don’t care if I gain a little weight”…I was there.  When I got pregnant with Avery, I gained the 25lbs and never lost it.  The depression that came with losing a baby just added to my eating and I was bigger than I ever had been before.  I  got pregnant with Kenna and the weight just piled on again.  I was 190-ish lbs and was embarrassed by my weight.  When Kenna was 2 I started going to LA Weight Loss.  As much as I hated dieting it worked for me and the pounds started flying off, I mean 4-5 sometimes more lbs a week!  I got down to 160, close to my 140lb goal weight.  I felt good. I was shopping in the “normal” sized girl clothing stores again.  It showed, and my husband noticed…knocking me up! LOL

Jackson’s pregnancy was no different from the others weight wise.  The lbs just started snowballing and when he was born I was back into the 180-190s.  The depression was so bad after he was born food was comforting to me.  It was my crutch.

My leg injury helped me become sedentary.  Walking hurt, moving hurt…the bed became my friend.  I saw my weight balloon.

When Jaylon’s pregnancy started I was over 200lbs and sick from the beginning.  I think having the hyperemesis was my body’s way of saying “dude, you CANNOT gain another 30lbs with this pregnancy, you’ll die!”.  In a way I’m thankful I puked the entire time and had Gestational Diabetes, because of those I LOST 30lbs during his pregnancy.  When he was born I felt good.  Not great, hell I was still 190, but better than I had in years.  I was determined to get the weight off.

I didn’t.

Today, according to my Wii Fit, I am 220lbs again.  And I’m crying as I type that.

My husband was a big boy in high school and college.  Through sheer willpower he lost over 100lbs, started lifting weights and was even featured in Muscle and Fitness magazine.  I know he’s disappointed in me but I also know that he will support me and help me in any way he can.

Please don’t judge me, I do enough of that myself.  I hate feeling the way I do and hate looking how I do too.  I rarely look at myself in the mirror and sometimes picture myself as the “old skinny me”.  When I do catch a glimpse of my reflection I’m taken aback.  The legs I see are not mine, these have dimples and cottage cheese.  This tummy that I try to cover with big shirts and jeans isn’t what I remember.  It’s huge, I look 7 months pregnant.  And don’t get me started on the chins where I used to have one.  Finding clothes is almost impossible.  I have to shop in the big girl section and even then they don’t fit right.   It’s impossible to find a shirt that looks good and covers the back fat I have gained.  My arms don’t look good in certain short-sleeved shirts but I live in the equator (not quite but close) during the summer and long sleeves just won’t work.

I have NO will power.  I love to eat.  Everything in my family, even when I was growing up, revolves around “when are we going to eat” or “what are we eating”?  I’m a chocoholic and love anything with sugar.  I’m addicted to pop and eat when I’m bored.

If I do not get a handle on this Type II diabetes is soon to follow, if I don’t already have it.  I won’t be around to see grandkids.  I know my knees and ankles will feel better too.

I’m ready to feel good about myself again.  I’ve joined SparkPeople, it’s a site to help you lose weight.  I figured I’d sign up and log in a few times then quit, but I’m really enjoying it.  You input what you’ve eaten and it comes up with a calorie/fat/protein count.  You can also record how much water you’ve drunk and how many minutes you’ve worked out.  There are message boards filled with people who are going through what you are.

Today was day 1 for me. I haven’t had a pop today (and it’s almost 8pm!) and have had my 8 glasses of water!  I worked out with my Wii Fit for 11 minutes and took a walk today with Jay for 15.  My ankle is killing me but I’ve got to get some exercise somehow.  I have consumed just a little over 1200 calories today and I’m not hungry.  I need to find more protein but other than that I have a pretty good idea of what I can or can’t eat.  I will also have a cheat day every week.  That’s from my hubby and I agree. If you deny yourself all the time you’re more apt to fall off the wagon.  If I allow myself a day or a meal that I eat a treat then hopefully that will help me stay on this for the long-haul.

So, please stick with me.  Support me, not by saying “oh, you shouldn’t have eaten that” or looking at me with that look when I eat a fuckin’ funnel cake next weekend.  Support me with an occasional “oh, you look good” or “you’re doing a great job” even if I’m slipping a little.

Pretty soon, I won’t be a statistic anymore.

Wow, where do I begin?

10 Mar

I mean, I’ve been MIA and I have no idea where to even begin on the update!  So, let’s see…

~ My ma and Chris came down for the weekend.  Chris had a bunch of meetings so we didn’t get to see him too much, unfortunately.  But we did get to spend Saturday with my ma.  We always have fun together, I don’t think it matters what we do or where we go.  We did get to baby sit their puppy, Zoe.  Chris and I went in together and got ZoeZoe for Ma for Christmas.  Boy is she a handful.  She’s spoiled and beyond cute.  Luckily she slept really well for us, better than Jay actually.  Kenna already misses her but honestly watching her is harder than watching a kid!

~ Kenna’s birthday is coming up.  It’s strange because we always have a party for her.  Hell, last year we took most of the family (the ones that could be here) to Sea World for the day.  This year her party will have to wait.  Because of spring break, St. Patrick’s weekend and a friend’s birthday she decided to have her sleepover in April.  Such a big girl to understand that things come up and come up with a compromise.

~ St. Patrick’s weekend.  I’m from a teeny-tiny town in the panhandle.  This town celebrates St. Pats…with a parade, carnival and all kinds of fun stuff.  Every year we go there and enjoy all that St. Pat’s has to offer.  Tons of my family comes and it’s like a mini family reunion.  We didn’t go last year because I was, oh, 32 weeks pregnant and no one wanted me to travel 8 hrs.  So, I’m ready to par-tay next weekend!

~ Jay rode in a big boy swing for the first time last night.  We were at Kenna’s softball practice and he started getting fussy.  So I took him over to the park and stuck him in the swing.  He giggled and smiled and giggled some more.  When he’d stop swinging he’d kick his legs and get fussy and it was hard getting him out!

~ I’ve been applying to every company I can think of in San Antonio.  Some positions I’m totally qualified for, some not completely.  I seriously have applied to 8 companies that I can think of, I know it’s more than that though!  I have two reasons why I’m not getting a call back (other than the economy and unemployment so everyone’s looking for a job)…1)I have no college degree. I’ve got over 100 hrs toward my BS but I don’t have the money to go back. 2)My work comp claim. I never thought of that until my dad said that some companies bay attention to that. UGH!

~ I have a large post about my weight in my head. I would add it to this but I think it deserves a post of its own.

Anywho, there you have some of the update.  I dunno if you’ll get the weight post tomorrow since it’s softball practice AND Grey’s and Private Practice night!  Thursday’s are a big night for me! LOL


Recap, Wednesday through Sunday edition

28 Feb

Man oh man did I have a fun time.  It was one of those weeks you wish wouldn’t end.  Not that we did anything special, not that we just were on the go all the time, not that we went balls-out to do everything.  Actually, the opposite happened.

We sat and talked, we ate,  we sat and played with Jay, we ate, we sat and laughed, we ate, we tried to nap and then we ate some more.  We did go to the movies on Saturday and we did go out to eat a few times.  We watched the olympics, we drank some beer.   We played the Wii and laughed so hard one of us almost pee’d her pants (and that person would not be me…nope, not me at all!).

Saying goodbye always sucks.  I made sure I used my waterproof mascara today.  I’ll see my sis again in a few weeks but I won’t see Dad until May.  Kenna loved having company, she was so lovey and sweet.  She talked Sis’ ears off and I think totally enjoyed having her Aunt Shell to herself (without her cousins! LOL).  Jaylon loved his Grandpa and smiled and giggled more at him than he has me the past few weeks.

Thank God for family!

Compromise is a bunch of bullshit

16 Feb
* This post will probably piss off some people, so just get ready for it.  Also, this entire post will sounds like “husband bashing” and some of it is.  But also know that my husband is one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me and I cannot and do not want to imagine my life without him.  I love him with all of my being.

I hate compromise.  I do it to make people happy (see: my husband).  I do it because I think that’s what I’m supposed to do to be a good wife.  I do it because that’s what adults do, right?

But I’m tired of it.  I’m spoiled.  I’ll admit it to anyone.  And compromising for most if not all of my marriage does not jive well with me getting what I want.  LOL  I know this sounds totally juvenile and wrong and it may be wrong to say all this but dammit, it’s how I feel.

I move where my husband needs me to.  Yes, he’s the breadwinner (see: ONLY breadwinner) so I WILL go where he needs or wants because it’s usually the best for the family money-wise.  I’ve never thought “ooh, I want to live in South Texas” but I did it, for my family.  I’m sure I bitched about it but I still did it.  I moved 8-9 hours from family to better my little family.  And honestly, I actually like it.  Summers suck and I miss my family in the panhandle and in Oklahoma more than I can bear sometimes, but I do like what this area has to offer.  When my husband moves up in his career and gets a new job, I’ll move where he needs then.

This weekend (Valentine’s weekend) was a huge compromise for me and I’m still not happy about it.  Sure, I got to see my mother-in-law and she got to spend some time with the kids.  But a time that should be romantic and sweet ended up being one of the worst weekends I’ve had in a long time and I’m still hurt over it.  My hubby is not romantic and sweet, he doesn’t give hugs or kisses without me asking or telling him to.  That’s Sean, as strange as it sounds, that’s what I love about him.  That’s who he is and while I’d love to hear “I love you” more or get a random kiss that makes my toes curl I’d still rather him be who is he than someone fake.  But one day out of the year (ok, so two really with our anniversary being the other) I want to feel special, I want to feel loved, I want to feel needed.  Instead this weekend my hubby went with a friend of his to get sports autographs (his hobby and I can’t complain as I have one too) and left me alone with the kids and a very emotional middle-aged woman.  I NEVER got a Happy Valentine’s Day.  I had to corner him in the kitchen for a hug.  I didn’t even get a fucking card!  Our Valentine’s “dinner” was takeout from a good restaurant eaten on TV trays in the living room.  Sean wanted to go this weekend and I said “sure” thinking, stupidly, that maybe we could go to a fast dinner/lunch without the kids (since my mil would be there and we NEVER get any time away from the kids).  Going this weekend was a compromise to make my hubby happy doing something he likes and I got screwed.

Our 10 year anniversary is in May.  I’ve been telling Sean for 7 months that I want to go somewhere and even asked my mom to come down and watch the kids so we could go.  Sean told me this weekend that he doubts we’ll go anywhere.  That hurt.  10 years is huge nowadays and he’s going to treat it just like a normal day when dammit…IT’S NOT!  I just said “fine” and figured we’d go out to eat with the kids and I’d just deal with it.  Another compromise.

I was supposed to go to a Christmas party with a friend of mine.  I was looking forward to it and Sean knew a month before that he was going to watch the kiddoes.  He told me a week before that someone was coming to town that he wanted to get their autograph and guilt-ed me into cancelling my plans and staying home so he could go out.  He did admit that he was being selfish and I completely agreed but let him go anyway and changed my plans.

I know these are petty things.  Things that you do have to do to have a long marriage.  Things that you do to make the person that you love with your entire heart (and have since the day you met him) happy.  I can deal with disappointment to make Sean happy and have him do what he likes.

Some days I just feel taken advantage of.

MaMaMaMaMaMa

8 Feb

Oh and DaDaDaDa too!  But he says MaMa more often, usually when he’s fussy.  But I’ll take it!

I was in the car today, either going to or coming from Target, hell I can’t remember…Target always wears me out!  Anyway, in the back seat I heard the cutest little babble ever.  Sure I hear “Momma” all the time from Kenna but it’s usually preceded or followed by “ugh” or “awwww” and possibly stomping out of the room and slamming of the door.  So hearing it so pure, so raw from my baby boy just melted my heart.  You forget how amazing those first words sound.  I’m now reminded how fast those words will come now and how quickly he’s growing up.

His first birthday is right around the corner.  Luckily I have a little more time and another birthday to plan.  Kenna will be 8 next month and we’re doing an easy party.  For us, easy parties usually don’t happen!  I go WAY over the top on them since for the first few they are actually for the parents and guests anyway, right?! LOL  This year Kenna wanted a party with friends at the house.  We decided on a few friends over to play the Wii, have pizza and cake.  After that only a couple girls will spend the night, her first ever friend sleep-over.  Should be interesting!  Then it’s Jay’s 1st in April!  Ooooh, I cannot wait.  It’s a pirate theme and you do NOT want to know what the invites will be, plus it’s a smidge of a secret for the ones getting it.  Let’s just say that yeahhh, Melanie’s going overboard yet again (pun intended folks!).  Here is his cake, Ma will make it since she is awesome like that!

See, ain’t it CUTE!  And it’s not all scary pirate, it’s cute cuddly pirate.  So, there you have it!  He said his first words (MaMa and DaDa) and we have two birthdays coming up (well, 3 if you count mine that’s between the two kids’!)

Arrrrrrgh to you all!

Bulleted mish-mash of crap

4 Feb

Well, if THAT aint a title then I don’t know what is!  See, here’s the deal…I’ve been writing more and (surprise, surprise!) my stats went up.  That’s awesome with one down side, I feel like I need to blog more often now! LOL  Since Jay’s been sick and now me too you all will get a bulleted post, since I’m awesome like that!

  • Jay is doing better!  His croupy cough went away Tuesday night and he’s starting to act like his normal happy self.
  • He is trying to crawl but still would prefer to be the “blob”, a cute blob at that!
  • Yes, I know it’s bad to call my son a “blob” but seriously that’s what he is!
  • It’s hard work luggin’ that tummy off the ground to actually crawl, people!
  • Jay gave me his cooties. No, I didn’t get croup but I did get a nasty cold or something from it.
  • I’ve been coughing, my throat hurts and my ears switch between itching and hurting too.
  • I’m also exhausted.
  • My dear sweet hubby came home early yesterday and brought me lozenges and ice cream.  Damn I love that man!
  • Kenna’s doing good in school still.  Math is really getting her down and I’m trying to explain and show her that she is good at math and knows what she’s doing she just has to TRUST herself.
  • That’s impossible for a 7 almost 8-year-old to grasp, BTW!
  • I’m stuck on writing my book, it’s barely started and I’m already stuck. Yeah, it will never get finished.
  • And if it does get finished it won’t be published, I’m sure of it.
  • It’s almost 8pm and I’m fixing to go to bed.  I went to the grocery store today because even the DOG had no food and it totally wore my ass out!
  • I have a meeting with the ombudsman with the injured employee council (or some shit like that) to kick off my dispute of the Dumbass Doc’s judgement.  Woo hoo!

So, there you have it.  Hands down the most boring and stupid blog post in the history of blog posts! :)

Croup and scrapbooking

2 Feb

Ok, so those don’t really go together at all but I thought I’d throw them into one post! LOL

#1. Jay has croup.  He sounds horrible and I know doesn’t feel well.  My poor Bubba.  He’s been napping for over an hour, which if you’ve read my shit you know he takes 30min power naps!  So, 1+hr is crazy!  We got him some steroids today after seeing the doc, hopefully it’ll kick in fast and he’ll start feeling better.  He is 29inches long and weighs 23.4 lbs!  My big-ol-boy!

#2. One of my fave scrapbooking sites (Shabby Princess) has their February calendar posted!  It’s CUTE CUTE CUTE!  I think it’s one of my favorite desktop calendars EVER!  Go download it!

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