My day off

It’s weird to be relaxing today. I am in desperate need of a day off, so I declare today is day off day. What I mean by day off day, is only going out this evening, doing laundry, dishes, cleaning up and taking care of Emily. That’s a good day off. Most day we are on the go for the whole day. We barely have time to make anything worth eating and the laundry keeps stacking. I got all gung-ho for flylady earlier this year, but I’m going to have to work at it pretty hard to keep up. Now that my exams are done I’m trying to decide what to do with my summer. No matter what I end up doing, I really want to make it a priority to exercise, make good meals, and spend time being silly with MK and Emily. I was looking at last summer’s beach day pictures, and I’m really hoping we get the chance to spend lots of time at the beach and the park with Emily. I know we will just have to make time.

Emily ended up coming to worship practice with us last night. All our usual babysitters were busy or sick.Normally she isn’t very good at worship practice, and lately she’s been going to bed by 8 or 8:30, so we weren’t expecting her to do that well, but she did great. She fell asleep on the floor behind my drumkit for a while. That’s my girl! then we put on her DVD player and she watched Kronk. She sat on Roxy’s bass amp forever, just feeling the groove. She played in the nursery and whined a bit, but overall she did fantastic. I used to bring her to practice lots when I was on almost every team. She used to play in her playpen or I’d wear her in the backpack while I played bass, but she is just to busy for that anymore. She wants to Go Go Go. Her lip is doing alot better BTW.

Well I think I’m inspired to do some laundry and putter cleanup, so wish me luck. haha.

Revertigo!

I started writing earlier today, but I made a good choice and decided to study instead. I am now finished my hard exams for this semester. I have 2 more exams, but one is a paper and the other is open book, so I should be fine. I’m pretty sure I bombed my English exam, but I’m hopeful about my psych. Ugh, that’s enough school talk for today. I’m studied out.

Emily’s Party was soo fun. It was a little chaotic, but I truly enjoyed it. Coco and Roxy and I stayed up until almost 2am finishing her cake. I had experimented with fondant earlier in the week, so this is what we came up with. The theme was ladybug, so Coco and I put black spots on plates and cups and lanterns and everything. They all turned out nicely. I confuse myself because I never think of myself as being domestic, but I was stinking Martha Stewart last week.

Emily enjoyed her party. She is so funny around other kids because she is the active monkey by herself, but the more kids that come into the room, the more she likes to watch what they are doing. It’s obvious that she isn’t shy. I just think she likes things her way and the is rather organized. She’s becoming rather bossy too. She’s always telling other kids what they should and shouldn’t be doing. On the weekend she even told Morgan “I’m sorry for don’t-ing”. It’s cute. My in-laws came up for the weekend, but I felt like we didn’t even see them because between being sick and Emily’s party craziness we didn’t even get much time to visit.

The gift-less party idea was a good one. We ended up being able to send a good chunk of money to our sponsor child in Uganda and Emily still got spoiled with gifts. Yay for grandparents. I think that’s a tradition that we are going to keep. Emily never even noticed that she didn’t get a whole wack of gifts because she still got some presents and she really doesn’t need that much stuff. We already have no where to put stuff. So thank you to everyone who donated towards Kwikiriza! You make a big difference!

Oh and I’m still upset that Carley Smithson got voted off American Idol last night. She was my choice for American Idol. I thought the only one I would be ok with her losing to was David Cook. He’s pretty flipping awesome. So now I’m sad, but I think she’s still going to do well for herself. She’s too good not to. Wow I’d like to kick myself in the head for being this lame. Here’s to next seasons stuff to watch!! Oh and Leesh…I think we have revertigo!

Two Years Old

I really can’t believe I have a two-year-old. It’s making me feel all old and funny. It amazes me how much Em has changed since she was 6 weeks premature 2 years ago. She’s learned to eat, sleep, roll, crawl, walk, talk, count to 10, sing songs, give high fives, hit, giggle, eat with a spoon, scribble, pound it, jump off stuff, walk up stairs, dance, smile, spin, throw a tantrum, throw a spoon, throw anything, and melt her mommy and daddy with a single glance. In the last 2 years all I’ve done is lose a bit of weight and win a reading contest. Makes me feel like an underachiever.

Emily,
You are more than I ever expected you to be, and I expected alot. You make me laugh until I cry and if I’m crying you make me laugh. You make me crazy with your two-year-old antics, but I understand you are two. Your comedic timing is perfect already. The things you say are hilarious. I love to watch you sleep whenever I have to wake you up extra early. I love tickling you and saying “thoup” or “noodle pop” so you’ll laugh. I love that you see Jesus in so many things even though you are young. I’m sure that you see angels. I love the way you pray for people and talk to Jesus. I hate giving you baths because you don’t like washing your hair, but I love that you are getting over that. I love that your daddy puts you to bed and it is just “you and daddy” time. I love that you hate having food on your fingers and make me wash them off every five seconds. I laugh at how manipulative you are to get your own way. I love that you love cheesy broccolizey, greeney beanys and meat. I love that you are easy going and not shy at all. I love that you love going to church. I love the smirk you get on your face when you are doing something bad. That same smirk your daddy gets when he’s about to win at cards or is thinking of something funny. I love that you have thick hair like me, but that you look so much like your daddy. I love that you sleep so well. I really enjoy reading books to you over and over and over. I’m so proud of you being able to go to Sunday school and daycare without a fuss. I miss you when I’m gone, but I love that you are so independent. I love that I was so scared to have a little girl, but I got you and wouldn’t have it any other way. I am so blessed to have you little Emily Grace. My daughter, the princess, the hockey chick, the cuteness. I love you and I’m looking forward to watching you grow and grow.

From 2 days old - 5lbs 13 oz
to 2 years old - 24lbs + attitude

What BOY?

Here’s a little ironic tidbit for you…one of the main ladies who worked at my last gym works out at my new gym. Hows that for an obvious answer to the best place to work out. It made me laugh when she came in today. “Even you don’t think a 30 minute circuit is good enough?” Just a funny thing to see thats all. Today was my third spin class. So far it was the hardest of my three classes. I finished well though. I took a circuit class yesterday. I thought it would be good to get myself acquainted with the rest of the gym and the equipment and everything. I got there a bit early because I woke up early. So I thought Id use the elliptical for a while. I spent almost half an hour on the ellipse and then I was just about ready to call it quits, but a lady asked my if I was in the circuit class and for some reason I said yes. Having worked out at curves for a year I figured I’d do just fine with the circuit. Then mostly older women were in my class so I thought “This isn’t the class for me, I need a tougher one I think”. Wrongo! My arms still hurt as I’m typing a day later. I thought it would be about a half an hour class. Nope. Wrong again. and hour and a half later I was stretching and cooling down. By the time I got home Morgan was starting to worry about me because I’d left more than 2 hours earlier. My abs feel like I got beat up. My legs feel like rubber, and my arms feel all shaky if I pick up anything heavier than a pencil. Well they did yesterday. It’s better today, but my abs still hate me. So after all that I think I’m going to go again next week. It feels good to work so hard. It helps that all the older ladies had no problem with the circuit. One of them could be my Grama and she held the plank for 3 minutes. I think I made it 30 seconds.

I had a frustrating night last night because I got a mark on a paper I’d worked really hard on and I wasn’t happy with the mark. I’ve become such a perfectionist. I’m ace-ing Psych, but Ive got a C+ to a B in English and it’s bugging me. I think its kinda funny that I’m bothered by that. Anyways. I think I’m going to get one of my friends who is an English teacher to look over my final paper. Just to give me tips and stuff.

To finish off todays blog I’m going to give you a few conversations we’ve had with Emily in the last few days. One of them even made me cry.

Conversation over breakfast:

Em: I prayed for Wendy.
Me: Yep, you did. Wendy is with Jesus now sweetie.
Em: I want to see her.
Me: You will one day.
Em. She’s sleeping now. She’s hugging Jesus.
Me: *Choking tears.* Yeah. She is sweetheart.

Conversation at bath time:

Em: I’m going to see the boys.
Morgan: What boys?
Em: Not THE boys. A boy.
Morgan: What BOY?
Em: At church.
Morgan:How about you see the girls?
Em: Nope, I see the boys.
Morgan: Say no dating Emily.
Em: No dating Emily!
Em: I’m making waffles!

Conversation with a telemarketer offering to lower our interest rate:

Morgan hands the phone to Em
Em: Hi Nanny!!
Telemarketjerk: *Click*

Conversation on the way to loon lake:

Bubba talking to auntie Roxy with Emily interrupting them.
Emily: That was a boat. *pointing at boat*
Roxy talking to Bubba : What?
Emily to auntie Roxy :TTTHHHAAAT WWWAAASSS AAA BBOOAAAT  AhTee Woxy!!
Everyone: *Laughing sooo hard*

Just keep spinning…

Well I think I am as crazy as I think I am. My spinning class this morning was great. I got up at 5:30 am and grogilly threw on some shorts and stuff and walked across my parking lot while it was pitch black out with a huge almost full moon up and everything. Nice hey. I was like “They said this was a morning class, not a middle of the night class”. It was stinking cold this morning too. I normally wear sweatpants over my shorts to the gym, but today I couldn’t find them. Even my seatbelt was stinking cold. I think my gym has the only non-street lights that are on at this point in the darkness. My instructor showed me how to set up my bike and adjust everything and wear the towels and water were and kept telling me “Now, these people have been doing this along time, so you just forget about them and do what is comfortable for you ok”. Then her says a few words I couldn’t forget. “It you want to quit after half an hour thats fine, you go ahead”. I was like…”oh no you didn’t challenge me like that. If you think I’m getting off the stupid bike now, you are wrongo.” about now some of the others in my class start to arrive. Great. I’m the chunky kid. Although shortly after I felt better about myself because seriously I understand them, but guy biking shorts are funny.

So I thought about it for a bit and know I’m happy with my decision to leave curves and join this gym. I think partly it comes down to my quest for novelty. Secondly I think I’ve discovered something about gyms. Maybe they don’t want you to know this. If you go to a gym where the majority the people are larger than you(not that I’m the smallest one there)…chances are you are at the wrong gym. Because then you are already winning the skinny butt race and you have no one to race against. So now I’m at a gym where wit the exception of the weird guy who was lifting weights when he should be dropping some weight before adding muscle, I’m the bigger one. Perhaps I should feel badly about this, but I’ve decided to consider it a challenge to myself to be one of the fit people at my gym. Hard work is gonna feel good. Lastly I’m excited about my new class because I don’t hate it already.It ended and I wasn’t out the door in a flash, I was smiling and feeling good. My legs felt a bit funny off the bike, but overall I was actually quite happy with everything. AND I never had a push yourself to keep running “I hate this.I hate this.I hate this!!!” moment. I never stopped pedaling. I may have sat down for more than the class did, but I never stopped pedaling. Ooo stretching afterward felt sooo good.

So then I’m home at 7am. Cool I have time for my new organic granola I picked up yesterday and some coffee. A little devotional time too. Spending some time wrapping my brain around the book of Hebrews. Which leaves me at 7:50am. No one is up. So I go back to bed for a nap nap. Ahh. The wonder of having a toddler who both sleeps in her own bed and sleeps through the night. So know its 10:30. The sun woke up and I am enjoying my regular morning coffee and email checking. Emily is singing to herself in bed and enjoying it, but I think it’s time to get her up and start the daylight portion of my day.