Techie baby

Why oh why do the babies go for the cords? I have no idea how to baby proof all the cords. It's going to be a long process getting everything put away while she explores this house over and over and over again.

Tomorrow we're back. And by we I mean me. And by back I mean working out 10k training style again. Bring it on bad ankles and lazy attitude! I'm in the mood for getting my bum kicked and you don't waste moods like this!

After all of the eating this weekend, it's going to take everything I have to lose the desired amount of weight this week. Here we go!

This little girl is feeling less than healthy. You can't tell it from these pictures, but she has a crusty nose, a brutal cough, and overstuffed sinuses. We're rounding out the first week with a sick baby and I have to say, I've practically forgot what our sweet little smiley baby is like without being sick. There are hardly smiles at all anymore and its hurting this momma. My heart hurts for her. 

I'm not feeling great either, but I'd rather feel twice as sick than have her go through this. Her little immune system doesn't know what hit it and is having such a hard time catching up. 

**Note to self: enjoy the good days when there is no cough and runny nose, because it doesn't last forever and is so much better than you can remember**

I worked this weekend (again! ready to be done with Saturdays for a while) and just feel like we need the rest of the day to catch up. Tomorrow will be busy with some family time, church, and a Super Bowl party that we'll probably only stay at for the first half (lame... but we aren't too excited about the game itself anyways).

I haven't worked out yet this week since that miserable run on Monday, but I did manage to go down two more pounds (total 7.5!) this week mostly from feeling miserable and having a small (itty bitty for this girl) appetite. Maybe the shrunken stomach will last and I can make this the new norm. There's always that to hope for I guess.

It's really quite exhausting to constantly be thinking about weight gain, my body size, my self image. Being self involved all the time wears a girl out. And yet I still am, day in and day out. I tell myself its about your health and not about to the size I am or the way I look in a picture, but the truth and reality is that I think about it constantly. I don't want to be obsessed with it, but when I stop thinking about it, I gain weight. I'm no longer making healthy decisions.

Gotta get this figured out.

On a lighter note, these two goons are getting along better than ever. 

Happy weekend!

Midweek Confessions

I promised myself that I would sweep the floor (you know, now that Josie is crawling all over the place) and the only reason it got done is because I talked my hubby into doing it. I think we both knew it had to get done, and it wouldn't have gotten done if left up to  me. #completelyguilty

I'm rolling here... clean it up lady!

Lately Josie has really started to enjoy bath time and since she is such an independent player, I usually end up just fiddling around on my tablet the whole time. Its been kind of nice to just be able to chill out while she's playing though...it gives us both some "me" time. 

You don't want to see me when I'm stressed.

When I drive by older more unique houses, I always want to pull over and just inspect every single aspect of the house and property. The problem is that this is extremely creepy and not socially acceptable. But come on. If you live in a house like this, you should really just expect it.  

Family of creeps...

When I have a gym membership, I feel guilty exercising in any other way than at the gym. I will rarely run outside, bike or rollerblade for exercise, and even when I plan it out and go through with it, I just feel bad. Like I just threw money out the window and will never get it back. Usually I plan it out and then end up not running outside and not working out at the gym. Really that is way worse, but it always happens like this. Silly. 

Did you see her running outside? Me neither. She was just sitting on the couch right?

I haven't cleaned up Buckley's "messes" in the yard more than three times since we got him two years ago. Mike loves this. 

I love Buckley. I'll do it!

When I can't get Josie's attention, I start singing loudly with whatever I'm trying to say. I think she's just going to start associating singing loudly with instructions/commands. Great parenting... 

Oh no, she's singing again.

She really does get still and silent when someone is singing though. It's adorable.

Linking up with E! Check out her blog for more confessions.

I'd rather be cold than have a cold

Ever heard this before? "You'll never regret getting up to run." I've heard it, and always agreed with it, until yesterday.

I woke up at 6:00 AM to run with Buckley for two miles. It was great until the last .5 mile when I started to just feel gross. My head felt thick and heavy, my nose started to plug up, my muscles started to ache. I thought it was just from running in the cold (23 degrees but windy so it felt a lot colder) so I assumed I would feel better after I showered and warmed up.

I didn't.

I've come to understand that while I don't get sick hardly ever, when I do, it is bad. We had a particularly busy day at work yesterday and it took everything (everything!) I had to smile and be nice to the innocent customers that had no idea how miserable I was. I'm sure a few of them thought was a crabby unhappy worker that needed to find a new job but honestly I could hardly think let alone smile and hold a conversation. I kind of wish I could call them up and ask for a redo. Hopefully I will be able to redeem myself to them eventually.

That achy whole body pain that comes with a good bad head cold combined with the feeling that I was going to pass out or throw up all day. It just never seemed to end! But of course it did, with me sleeping for 12.5 hours nonstop only to get up and move from the couch (love you couch) to my bed. Thankfully my hubby was sweet and bought some soup (that I didn't even eat) and was on dad duty all night. He's great.

Rumor has it that now that I'm recovering (I feel about 60% better and can hold a conversation without trying too hard today) that sweet hubby and sweet baby are also sick. Should be a fun night! Here's to hoping they will both pass out around 7 so I can get some cleaning done. Is that selfish? Sleep helps. I promise!