YOU GET BACK ON!
That is what this week is for, getting back on the wagon of weight-loss.
The rod of satan aka my IUD has made its glorious exit from my body and my hope is that along with it will go the remaining EJ weight. Beside making the wicked witch of east AND west, I also had not lost a single pound since it entered my body despite my dieting and working out efforts. I have new found motivation, being back on birth control which is risk for us. I am not having another baby until all my baby weight is OFF. There are like 5 pictures of me and EJ because I don’t like pictures of my chubby self at the moment and that needs to change. So this week, I will get back to the water pact and EJ and are walking every single day.
So here’s to this week, some sun on my pale skin, a happy baby and a few steps closer to my goal weight and my favorite pre-preggo clothes.
And the best reason to get in shape and healthy is this cute blue eyed, blonde who loves to crawl right to my feet saying “momma”.
Such a cutie! And then when we took the time to move the bags to street EJ hung out in the grass watching and being SOOO good or so I thought…
in the pediatrician’s office. Yes, like sat in the waiting room hugging my adorable child to my chest and bawled.
Now why would you do a thing like that, you ask? Let’s rewind about 45 minutes when I was pouring a cup of coffee and watched EJ crawl to the dining room. Not too concerned its pretty bare, I will add the sugar to the cup and go get him. Suddenly there was a loud crash and mega scream, it was that scream the one that makes your heart stop for a minute. I run to the room to find ej standing against our buffet stomping his foot with blood gushing everywhere and a bottle of wine rolled across the room.
Damn, the kid is stronger than I thought. He had pulled the wine bottle out of the wine rack and it hit his middle toe perfectly. What does any level headed granddaughter of surgeon do??? Scoop him up and run to bathroom to immediately clean it, peroxide and all. In that moment of cleaning the WHOLE nail and nail bed started to fall off. The blood gushing, the nail moving oh my god my heart skipped 2 beats and I called the doctor. I must add that EJ was over it, just sat there smiling at me as I wondered if he had just lost the tip of cute toe.
Then the nurse said she would have to call me back and then after 15 minutes she calls to ask if it was still bleeding.. YES you crazy women all over me and my carpet. Well go ahead and come in. DONE, in the car within 5 minutes and on my way, I was mess and left EJ insurance card. Surely they don’t need it we were just there and he’s less than year we are there ALL the time. WRONG, the made me talk to the insurance lady, who I might add did not know the password for Blue Cross/ Blue Shield.. seriously? And then when I about had a meltdown in the hallway I’m covered in blood talking about insurance a nurse takes me back to the waiting room while I waited for 25 minutes for them to get it together and call me back. Its not like I didn’t watch 5 people come check in, sit and wait a sec and then go back but they had their cards. So what did I do cry until they called me back and had the nerve to ask me what was wrong today. I pull the blood stained towel away to his his poor mangled foot. “Oh let me grab the doctor, YEAH DO THAT!
After 2 docs looked at said toe, they decided that he needed one stitch to put the nail back on that fell off while I was trying to maintain the mess in the waiting room and apparently they can’t do ONE stitch there so what did we do… go to the emergency room. Where after waiting 2 more hours the doctors there decided the nail was fine off and sent us home with a bandaid.
I am so bit behind on my latest obsession… when I mention said interest I get a lot of nodes and “oh yes, I love her”. Her being Pioneer Woman. Check her out, she is so inspiring.
This lady has the life, and if you had told me 5 years ago that I would think a women living on a farm that is all about mothering, cooking, gardening etc would interested me I would have laughed, laughed REAL hard.
Five years ago I was on one track, the track to female greatness, big bucks and anyone who got in my way, well, better move. I worked, worked and worked. And when I wasn’t working you could find me Jr. Leauging, Hotspot eating, working out, spend endless hours at the salon perfectly highlighted locks, manicured hands and feet, gym-going lady. I had more friends than I knew what to do with and I had a meeting for some organization or involvement 3 or 4 evenings a week. I had schedule: work, play, and work some more. I slept 5 hrs a night, I got up every morning downed black coffee and worked out. GROSS, that makes my stomach hurts thinking about a morning run on coffee, blah. I loved my life, I wouldn’t have traded it for the world and then something happened… I fell in love and quite frankly I discovered life, real life (real life for me, ie there absolutely nothing wrong with that life it just didn’t make me happy really). The life our parents talked about and I got it.
I find it crazy that I hope we move to smaller city one day, buy a house with some land and I channel pioneer women a bit. But its a good crazy. I hope my son one day talks about his mom who made sure he ate fresh great food and spent lots of time with him outside and taught him that a simple life is a great life.
For now I am just focusing on how to be a pioneer women in the city. I am starting a garden this week and baking homemade bread. Small steps. I let you know how it goes.
This is the downfall of a mobile baby. If you do anything with your back turned be warned you have no idea where you will find the baby boy. Case and point with the above pic. I unloaded the dish washer, EJ in turn unloaded a laundry basket of fresh clothes and climbed right in. At one point he was leaned back in the basket, basking in the glow of the sky light. Too cute!