Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Not so happy halloween

 Poor grif is stuck home on the couch with the flu instead of trick-or-treating.  We are making progress though, he got from the bed to the couch without having to stop and rest.  I'm pretty sure he is even giving a little smile in the picture.  dil is sponge bob, dax is a dragon, and baylor is a skunk (lil' stinker).  His cute little tail isn't showing but it was all I could do to snap this one photo of all 4 of them. 

Somebody found the treat bowl. 

Round 2

We just got done with Baylor and Dax being sick, now it has moved on to Grif.  What is strange is they have all had something different.  Grif has been puking and had a fever for the last two days.  Happy Halloween to him.  Poor kid can't go trick or treating and right now doesn't even care, that's how sick he is.  He laid in bed all morning and when I asked him if he wanted to go up to my bed to watch cartoons this is what happened:

He made it half way there and just gave up.  I tried to lift the boy but that didn't work out so well.  I'm going to go ahead and add push-ups to my to-do list.  Notice the cute little feet above his head?  Baylor is standing there trying to cheer him on, or thinking about jumping on him, i'm not sure.  It took a good ten minutes for him to get to my bedroom.  Then he laid on the floor for another ten before he had the strength to pull himself up on the bed.  Poor kid.  He is the only one who has gotten the flu shot already and he has been hit the hardest.  So much for me trying to be on top of things.

On another happy note I got my first ever "I hate you mom".  I thought I was hearing things because seriously what kid could hate me?  I'm the coolest mom I know.  Nate turned and said "what did you just say?" followed by another "I hate you mom".  What the heck?  I don't even know what I did.  Seriously I can't remember at all.  Dilon is 9 and has never said it, Grif is 7 and i'm sure has thought it many times but never actually said it.  It came from the 3 year old.  Not cool Dax, not cool.  I just walked away and let Nate deal with it. 

Here's to hoping the pukes and the "I hate you's"  will go far far away and never return again.  A mom can wish, can't she?

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

poor little sickies

We've had a bit of a bug going around the Wright house this last week.  Poor Baylor has been the worst trying to fight off croup.  I thought he was getting over it and he actually slept 12 hours straight last night, much better than the 3-4 hours of interrupted sleep the 3 nights before that.  I hate sick kids.  Maybe I should rephrase that, I hate it when kids are sick. I try to get things accomplished but never can.  When I tried to get on the floor to exercise this is what happened:  

He decided for me what the most important thing to be doing with my time is.  He doesn't care if I am packing a few extra pounds or not, he just cares about his mom loving him.  I need to remember that.  

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Burpee or silvermint......tough choice

I attempted my first burpee today.  Glad no one was around to see that.  I long so badly to get rid of this baby belly and I have good intentions of doing so.  Then I go ahead and do something stupid like a burpee and I'm defeated once again.  I opt for the elliptical.  I feel like it is the lazy mans workout and it suits me just fine.  Plus I can watch TV while I am doing it.  Multitasking at its finest.  

I have always felt like I have a runners soul as well.  I get all gung ho and know I can go run a mile or two without a problem.  How hard is it really?  We have all been running since we were 1.  When I actually attempt it I make it about half a block before I remember why I don't do it.  Plus I'm sure I look like Phoebe from Friends when I run (seen that episode?  it's a good one). 

So what's the trick to getting in shape?  I'm pretty sure that box of silvermints from Schwann's I devoured last week didn't help, but I was in Heaven.  So darn delicious.  This week someone brought us a big ol tub of ice cream.  I can't let that go to waste. Waste not, want not.  Then next week is Halloween.  Four kids trick-or-treating means the jackpot for me.  You know you are out of control when you dream about eating a pan of brownies while on the elliptical and truly believe the calories won't count because you are just burning them right off.  I also remember, when I was eating all those silvermints, that I thought my pants were feeling a little loose lately.  It is totally cheaper to buy silvermints than new jeans.  Who wants to argue with that logic?  

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Boys will be boys

Anyone enjoying Fall Break/UEA (which one is it called now days?) as much as I am?  
It's the first day and all of my kids have been grounded already.  In fact they were all grounded by 10:30 this morning.  I've decided that punishing them only punishes me.  I took away all things that have to be plugged in plus any kind of treat whatsoever. Now they think they have absolutely nothing to do and it's driving me crazy. They can play outside, read books, or play with their toys.  I don't think they even know what toys are anymore, they haven't touched them in so long.  I'm sitting here doing my best to ignore all the begging to play the wii or watch a movie.  I'm getting pretty good at it really.  I've heard a lot of "please mom", a lot of crying, and a lot of screaming but i'm going to be strong.  I'm not going to cave.  I took the wii away for a whole week.  I'm wishing myself good luck with that one.  I'm a pushover and I know it.  This time I am serious though, I am not going to cave.

I thought they were finally playing good together and went to go bask in the glory of my great mothering skills when this is what I found.  They had been boxing for a good 20 minutes, serious boxing, and I hadn't noticed.  I'm very observant.  There are no broken bones or blood stains on my couch though so I'm going to go ahead and call it a successful bonding moment.

 Then there's dax.  He is probably the worst one when it comes to minding me. But he just flashes me that little smile with those sparkling blue eyes and I give in.  What's a mom to do?

I love this picture

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I went to Idaho to visit my grandma and turdhead yesterday (that really is a term of endearment for my grandpa, he calls me one too so really it's fine.  I promise).  I had to go out to my car to get something and when I came back in the house my turdhead was rocking my Baylor.

Not the best quality picture here (darn cheap cell phone) but I love this photo of Baylor Von and his namesake.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

my wiggly butt on the wiggle car

Looked out the window the other night to see the boys having a demolition derby on their wiggle cars.  I decided to step in and show them who's boss.  As soon as I sat down Dax told me my butt was too big.  Thanks buddy, I hadn't noticed.  

Right now I am pondering why my butt is still larger than I would like it to be because every time I sit down to eat this is what happens:

They are like flies on a pile of.....well you know what.  I never seem to get a full meal to myself so you would think the pounds would just be melting away.  Not happening.  It's okay though, Nate likes me better thick.  Yep, he has actually said that to me before.  My self esteem is just shootin through the roof right now.  

and yes I am sitting on the stairs eating my bowl of cereal.  I figured my butt was too big for the kitchen chair so I had to resort to the stairs.