Wednesday, July 25, 2012

WhAt ShE wOrE wEdNeSdAy

It's been a while since I did a WSWW! The Diva is getting a little better about matching her outfits these days. She still has her own unique flair to clothing. She picked out a pair of red sparkly "Jessie" boots when we were in Las Vegas. They are from Jessie on Toy Story. The boots go with everything. You might think I'm exaggerating, but no. She tried to wear them with her swim suit last night. Um. No. That didn't happen. Anyway....here is another installment of WSWW~enjoy.
OSU t-shirt: Gift from Aunt Betsy
Gray Jeggings: Gap Kids
Red Boots: Disney Store
Necklace: Hand me down from BreAnne
Sunglasses: My old ones from Target
Attitude: Outer Space

Getting My Groove Back

Is really hard. It has been a bigger challenge than I expected. Making excuses has been much easier. However, I reached a point in my life where I am tired of excuses and I don't really like what I see in the mirror.
There's this thing I've seen on the Internet a lot. It says "I wish I was as thin as I was when I thought I was fat." That. Is. So. True.
I have a love/hate relationship with my weight. I think most females do. I am not a small person. I never have been. Even when I weighed nothing I was not a small person. I have no ambition to be a waif. I want to be healthy. I want to be strong. I want to be a good example for my children. Growing up my family called me lovely names like "Bertha Big Butt" and "Thunder Thighs." Over the years the blatant nicknames went away and the more subtle comments about my weight took over. Either way they still hurt. I am making a conscious effort to not say negative things about my body in front of Olivia. If and when I hear her (or someone else) say negative things about herself I correct her/them and put a positive spin to whatever has been said.
Prior to getting pregnant with Olivia I was in good shape. There was always those 10 pounds I wanted to lose, but overall I was happy with myself. I was a gym rat. Every morning before work I was at the gym sweating out. It felt fantastic. During my pregnancy with her I gained 80 pounds (I only lost 40 of that) and swelled more than I thought was humanly possible. There were complications with her delivery. I got depressed. Then I had some more health problems afterwards. Then, as I think is pretty common I put myself on the back burner. I didn't feel like I had time to go to the gym. I didn't think it was important to watch what I ate. I didn't gain weight, but I didn't lose. Then twin pregnancy happened. I was healthier with that pregnancy. I only gained 40 pounds. I lost those 40 pounds immediately. But, again I put myself on the back burner. The first few months I was overwhelmed and anything other than survival was not considered. Then the haze lifted and I felt guilty for wanting to take time for myself. Slowly I am learning that I am a better person when I do take some time for myself. Mr. Mayer and I joined a gym last year. I was going consistently for a long time. Then I hurt my foot. The doctor said no exercise. I had to take it easy on my foot. It took my foot a lot longer to heal than I expected. I was frustrated. Now my foot is better. I tried going to the gym mid morning or evenings. However, as anyone with kids knows that is H-A-R-D! Kids have doctor's appointments, play dates, groceries have to be bought, I have court, kids get sick, etc. etc. So inconsistent at best was  my mantra. I averaged maybe once a week. I was not satisfied with that. I felt like I was just spinning my wheels. A few weeks ago. My "sister" Allison took a picture. I was horrified when I saw myself.

I made a resolution. I was going to get up in the mornings and go to the gym at least 3 times a week. I would like to do more, but baby steps. Last week I made 4 days in a row! This week I haven't done as great, but I have still gone a few times.
If I could get my diet and eating under control I would be doing great. I am an emotional person. I eat my emotions. You can understand how that would be a bad thing. I get stressed I eat. I get upset about something I eat. I want to celebrate I eat. There is a big source of my problem. I am getting the exercise aspect of things down, but eating is still a demon.
I'm going to keep working on it. I am feeling better than I have in a very long time. I am feeling more like myself than I have in a long time. I still don't like what I see in the mirror, but I am making progress with that.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Fun Times

This is how the Mayer's have fun on a Tuesday night....don't be jealous. 




Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Pretty Close To Being Screwed....


See those sweet innocent faces? Cute huh? Yeah, those sweet little boy's are going to be big trouble pretty soon.
The Dudes will be 2 on Sept. 2. They are growing up by leaps and bounds. They are saying little sentences and understanding everything. They like to help me around the house and doing dishes and vacuuming have become very exciting events around here. I like all these new changes and these big boys that have suddenly occupied my house. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel that was pretty dark for a while. I was sure I was going to have helpless little babies forever.
It took the Dudes a VERY LONG time to sleep all night. Mr. Mayer and I were delirious for a VERY LONG time before we started getting more than 2 or 3 hours at a time. Then miraculously overnight they stopped waking up at 11, 2 and 4am to party. We started sleeping and the whole world started looking a little better. Even now though they may sleep all night, going to sleep is a different issue. It's always the same at naps and bedtimes. We put the Dudes in their cribs and shut the door. The Dudes then start squealing and playing for 30minutes to 2 hours. Every. single. time. It's a pretty rare occurrence they go straight to sleep. They have to be extremely worn out. It doesn't happen often. So this has become our normal nightly routine. We put them to bed. They play for a while and then go to sleep. They are happy and not crying so I let them.
Here's where the me getting screwed part comes in. This is not a dirty blog post! Get your minds out of the gutter people! We have the cribs lowered as low as they can go. This worked for a while. Neither Dude had an interest in escaping. This last month Shrek has been hiking his chubby little leg on to the top rail of his crib. Donkey has watched this and started doing the same. Monkey see. Monkey do. Then the last week or two Shrek has been hiking his chubby edible little leg on the top rail AND lifting his little body with his arms. YIKES! No. No. No. Stop! Then this morning happened. I cringe thinking about it. I get the Dudes breakfast ready and set it out. I walk back to their bedroom to get them up like always. I can hear them squealing and chit chatting amongst themselves. I swing the door open and that's when I see it. Shrek is straddling the top rail of his crib. Just hanging out talking with his brother. He smiles at me proudly when I walk in. He thinks he's hot stuff. Donkey starts pointing at him and jabbering. Yeah. I know. He's so cool to be sitting on the top rail. Whatever. You will be doing it next week. *Sigh* I am not ready for the Dudes to be uncaged. The thought of them going to real beds terrifies me. Diva went to a real bed 1 month after she turned 2 by complete accident. She took a nap in a bed at my parent's house. That was all she wrote. Diva had always been an excellent sleeper and always slept late in the mornings....until she went to a bed. Then she started getting up at 5 and 5:30 in the morning. We have slowly stretched that out to 6:30. Except this week while she is at Aunt Kathy's house who says she hasn't gotten up before 8:30 every morning. What the heck?! I'm sure she must be drugging her or something. Oh, sorry. I'm getting off track. So, needless to say I am terrified of the Dudes going to beds. It takes them so long to go to sleep and they play so long in their room after lights out that I am 100% convinced that we will never sleep again. I know this is selfish thinking, but I do much better with a little sleep. I am convinced that they will not stay in their beds and that they will be up and down for hours. Unfortunately I do not know what to do about this revolting development. I think I may have to put them in beds against my will for their own safety. I certainly don't want broken bones or the guilt I would feel about that. Ugh. My original plan was to keep them in cribs until high school and to never potty train. Donkey is probably going to make me potty train him in the near future. He's starting to grab his diaper and try to take it off when he's wet or poopy. These kids are not sticking with my plan. I'm screwed.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

4th of July and the 5, 6, 7, and 8....

Man, the 4th of July falling on a Wednesday really messed me up this week. Did it anyone else? Not only have my days been mixed up but it just felt strange all around. We weren't sure whether to go to the lake the weekend before or the weekend after. Should Mr. Mayer take Monday and Tuesday off work or Thursday and Friday? We decided on Thursday and Friday. Mr. Mayer got off work early on Tuesday and off we went. Tuesday night there was a huge fireworks show down at Duck Creek. We've gone a few times in the boat. It is CRAZY business down there. You can see the show pretty well from the opening of the cove we stay in. Diva was set on seeing fireworks on Tuesday night. All she had to say was "pretty please" and her Daddy hooked up the lights on the boat and we were watching fireworks. After about 20 minutes she lost interest and was ready to go back and go to bed. I wasn't disappointed. I was a little tired myself. Wednesday we suckered convinced Nana and Papa to watch the Dudes and we took Diva out on the lake. We went to a place we used to go to a lot. I hadn't been there in a a long time. It took Diva about 5 minutes to warm up and she was jumping off the back of the boat like a champ. She was excited to show us her newly acquired swimming skills. We had a great time hanging out on the boat and floating around. The weather was fantastic. It was sunny and hot. Perfect lake weather. After a few hours we decided that Nana and Papa were probably ready for a break. We make our way back to the house. Mr. Mayer and I decide we would take the Dudes swimming off the dock. He would stay down on the dock with Diva and I would run up (Ha! that's funny since their house sits on top a hill and the dock is at the bottom of the hill~I was not running) and put the Dudes swim suits on them. I walk into the house and Nana is chasing Owen around because he was rearranging her flow blue antiques she had sitting near the front door (*gasp* please don't break those!) and Carter was standing in the middle of the coffee table dancing while Papa was sitting in his chair watching TV. Nana looks at me and smiles as I walk in and says "As you can see we have this under control." Mmmmhmmmm, I can tell. I change the Dudes and we roll down the hill to swim. After about an hour everyone had enough. After dinner and the Dudes went to bed we went out front where Diva and Mr. Mayer started shooting off fireworks. He had taken her earlier in the day and picked out some things. I think it was as fun for him as it was for her. The kid is obsessed with smoke bombs! There were plenty of those. Diva decided that I was her audience and she was going to put on a fireworks "show" for me. After he Dad would light one she would come over and ask me how I liked the show. The next day (Thursday) we came home. It was definitely early to bed that night. By 6:30 all three kids were screaming and crying so much they were getting hives. I had wine by 6:45.
The rest of the holiday week is a blur of activity. We have had a great time, but we have been a flurry of activity! Friday was Aunt Betsy's birthday (the big 3-1) and we had a small get together at our house in her honor. We did hamburgers and hot dogs. It was a lot of fun. In fact, we had so much fun that I looked at the clock and realized it was 11:30 and Diva was still up playing. Great Mom move right there. She went to bed not long after that. Aunt Kathy came Friday night with my nephew Fred Michael to spend the night. Saturday morning after breakfast Aunt Kathy left~with Diva. Yup, she's gone for a week. She was so excited. The house feels weird without her here. She's having the time of her life with Aunt Kathy. Saturday night our good friends the Walling's came over. You may have seen pictures from time to time with the Dudes and some adorable blond twins. That's their friends A&A. They are 2 weeks younger than the Dudes. We get together pretty often to play. Last night we let the kids play in the sprinkler and water table. They had a great time. Today was going to be a pretty low key lazy day. Then we decided to meet Megan and her kids and Aunt Bets to swim this afternoon. The Dudes love water. We had a lot of fun swimming. Best part~they are currently sleeping very well! So tomorrow is back to reality. It's been a bizarre week for me, but we have had a ton of fun. I'm thinking the Dudes may notice their sister is gone tomorrow. Maybe. So far they haven't noticed or looked for her.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Something Happened...

I'm typing this from my IPad. I HATE blogging from my IPad :/ I was going to blow your minds with a super fantastic 4th of July blog, but something happened...the electricity flashed, the TV stopped working, there was no Internet and I'm left just sitting here with my IPad. I may go upstairs nd finish purging. So far I have collected 4 trash bags of donation stuff and one bag of trash from Diva's room. The kid had 30+ Barbies. A 5 year old doesn't need that many Barbies. She's gone for a week and I wonder if she will even notice the stuff is missing when she gets home next week? So, I am going to go. Mr. Mayer and I are actually going to have to talk to each other~eeekkk! That can't be possible?!