Now I have to pick the size to order it in, the frame, and hang it, but should I keep the text, change the text, or remove it altogether? Home decor is NOT my thing, all of these questions might haunt me... What do you think?
1:30 in the afternoon Church has necessitated the invention of the Perfectly Clean Eaters Club. Doug is the President, and I'm not even a member.
You see, we are all dressed in our best (summertime often had us in white) with our hair done, scriptures packed and shoes on before we're allowed to eat our lunch, a lunch which consistantly consists of cheese, lunchmeat, ritz, wheat thins and a clean fruit, usually an apple, but sometimes grapes (NEVER cherries or watermelon!) The President is allowed, however to eat whatever leftover he can find, He alone is allowed to eat Spaghetti (a serious danger for the non-member) and last Sunday, a hot dog with katsup and mustard (I think he was just showing off).
Our children don't think it is fair that he is allowed to eat whatever he wants and would like to join. I don't think Dalton will ever make it, at 11 he still gets icecream all over his mouth and some on his nose every time. Sophia is like me a little too passionate about her food. Jennie could go either way too young to tell. I think that Joe is a real candidate though. You see, it's in him.
We've noticed for awhile now that Dalton and Sophia are more like their Nelson side. Joe and Jennie take after their Crawford side. It's not a 100% thing of course, but time and time again they can be separated by their skin pigment, sense of humor, lip shape and now their cleanliness in eating.
The Crawford side has the crazy cleanliness in it, NOT the Nelsons (my mom has scores of blouses with a stain directly below her chin). We've heard stories of Doug's grandpa having his wife step outside to brush her hair, and Doug has had a difficult time combining most foods since birth (picture: deconstructed hamburgers, sandwiches and even Thanksgiving dinner).
It's more like the Psychotically Clean Eaters club if you ask me, but since half of my children and the man I love are in it (or at least trying to be in it), I need to embrace the madness.
I joined Weight Watchers yesterday, and I'm STOKED!
I was officially off of SUGAR for 3 months and I loved it! I kept my same exercise routing of 5X a week, but didn't do any other food modification other than no sugar. Keep in mind that ALL store bought bread, most crackers, cereals, dressings, all jarred sauces, deli meats, and of course treats, almost everything has sugar in it and I quit them all! I ate 3 pieces of carott cake for my birthday, but that was the only time I officially had ANY sugar (and it resulted in the worst headache I've had in ages!).
The results... I felt great, I slept well, I exercised with energy, I ate fruit when I craved sweets, I lost the 6 lbs. I gained over Christmastime, and I loved it. But since February, I haven't really lost any more weight. A bummer, but I swear my guts are the healthiest out there, really.
So my real goal is to have a healthy body, and I'm 6 lbs. above what most health guidelines say I should be right now. If a lifestyle without sugar isn't going to help me lose those pesky pounds, I needed to make a different change. My happy place, Weight Watchers is where I turned first.
Weight Watchers carries memories of having lost 75 lbs. after the boys were born, and a feeling of success that was celebrated by my whole group. I kept if off, learned how to maintain my weight, and then had two more babies. I love my girlies, but I'm not too thrilled with the 25 lbs. that has lingered there since their birth. My 2nd time doing Weight Watchers was while I was still nursing Jennie, and after many meetings, I gained and gained and gained. I visited my doc and found out that my thyroid had quit on me. I've been on meds for that for the last 3 years, but the psychological damage from doing my WW so religiously and not seeing any results has been severe. I didn't want to go back unless I was going to be successful like the first time.
Well, I'm ready! I'm the healthiest I've ever been, I have great eating and exercising habits, I'm surrounded by a kitchen full of great options, and people who want nothing but success for me. My thyroid is under control, and it's my time.
So then last night at dinner when I had a bite of Jennie's ice cream, the boys said, "Mom! You don't eat sugar!" I explained my situation and their first response was, "Oh, you quit." Well, I didn't quit! I'm just changing my focus. So, to all of you who made New Years Resolutions, have you quit? Did you change your focus? would you consider me a quitter?
I feel good about my choice, but the boys words are haunting me...
Fabulous Facts about Dalton in No Particular Order:
He wants to grow up to be an actuary. He is collecting interest on PACE buck, (his school's currency), loans to his friends. He would LOVE to learn how to work the real Stock Market. He sells his Halloween/Christmas/Easter candy to his siblings and friends at an awesome profit. He has recently started babysitting for me at $1 per. hour, a rate we both have agreed upon. He enjoys reading books, but mostly ones in a series so he can keep going, and going, and going... He does 3 jobs a day without complaint. He monitors his own 30 minutes of earned Wii time each day. He plays the piano beautifully and wows his instructor each week with his dedication to practice. He is reverent for sacred events and is becoming more in tune with the Holy Ghost. He enjoys his morning routine of shower and starting breakfast just before I get home from the gym. He has improved his trampoline skills already this spring and hopes to master a back flip by the end of the summer. He has a great group of friends that I envision being a strength and support throughout his teen years, possibly his whole life. He and Joe and friends have built a sturdy hideout/fort complete with lighting, computer access (not internet), TV (not cable), and protected by rubber-band guns. He is a delight to his parents, teachers and a good friend to his siblings.
(This is all the good stuff of course. We also call him our absent minded professor for reasons that need not be recorded ;)
Remember I started teaching Dalt last year. Well we got him a real teacher in September 2010 and he's progressing beautifully! He loves playing, I only sometimes have to remind him to practice and even then, he's happy to do it. Actually he plays at the most inconvenient times ie: screaming Jennie? Dalton is playing. Screaming Joe, Dalton is playing. Crying Sophia, (she's not much of a screamer) Dalton is playing. I've realized that he uses it to scrub out the chaos of family life. I'm just glad he has a productive coping mechanism. He loves learning the theory, his mathamatical mind finds patterns everywhere. I see music being his lifelong friend.
In the supermarket... Jennie: (loudly with a pointed finger) "That man looks like a..." Me: (in a whisper) "Jennie, put your finger down." Jennie: (this time in a whisper) "I was just going to say fungus"
At home... Joe: "Mom, Jennie just said a bad word" Me: "What did she say?" Joe: "F*%#head" Me: "Jennie!" Jennie: (running up the stairs arriving at my side in a pant, but with the look of complete innocence.) Me: "Jennie what did you just say?" Jennie: "Well, (then putting her pointer finger on the edge of her mouth and looking away from me.) about that..."
Lying on the office floor in a bed of her own making... Jennie: "Let's play sleeping beauty mom." Me: "Okay" (I stroke her hair with a random My Little Pony brush) Jennie: (eyes closed and just about asleep) "I'm waiting for my true loves first kiss." Me: "Who is he?" Jennie: (eyes still closed) "You can be him for today mom" (cutest pucker you've ever seen) Me: Smooch
As I'm typing...she's painting her toes with a basting brush and her water from lunch quoting Grandmother Willow from Pocahontas.
I will worship in the temple weekly (excluding vacations, sickness or temple closures... I'm hoping to make it 40 times).
I will treat my body like the temple it is (No sugar for a year, and exercise 4-5X per week excluding sickness, but including vacations).
I will make my home the temple it can be(...).
I have specific plans as to how I will achieve the first two goals. In fact I'm doing really well with the body thing, and I've been to the temple once and have plans in place for the rest of the month, but I would love any advice on how to make my home a temple. Where do I begin? Where would you begin?
We absolutely love our little Misty. She came litter box trained, never complains about what food we give her, loves to snuggle, lets the girls tote her around everywhere and cover her in dress-up clothes and baby blankies. Doug and I both enjoy playing with her and the boys get to sleep with her every night. Here are 28 seconds of her playing with Jennie and a spider and a marble, so easy to entertain. She's an absolute delight!
MOM! The tooth fairy forgot again! nudge, nudge (note: the tooth fairy didn't forget, she just never has cash:) January 2010
One of Joe's new friends taught him to twist the stem off an apple while saying the ABC's and the letter you land on will determine where you are going on a mission. He just landed on "P" and declared "I'm going to Pennsylvania just like Dad"
Mom in one stall, Jennie in another, an empty stall and Sophia in the handicapped one. Someone enters the restroom and into the stall between the girls. Jennie says, "Why did that man come into the girls bathroom?" Sophia says, "It's not a man, it's a girl. She is wearing flip flops and her toes are painted." July 2010
On her cell phone, "Good bye" then to me she says, "That was my sister Kendra. She died. She ate to much candy for lunch and for the day and for dinner and for snack." May 2010
"I know Heavenly Father loves me cause he sent me all of these lovely dandelions to enjoy." May 2010
"Flour is white, and it's not a flower and you don't eat it until it is baked." April 2010
"Sure! Why not?" has almost entirely replaced the simple yes. March 2010
Do you want me to get gloves for the snow, or for exfoliating? January 2010
Don't worry mom, I'll only get a small amount of cereal, and then if I'm still hungry, I'll get more. January 2010
"Misty just attackled me!" October 2010
(in a whisper) "There was a bad goat in my room and it made me eat vegetables and I smacked it and it licked me, and he was just a nice goat." September 2010
"I want my mommy back, I want my mommy back, I want my mommy back" to the tune of that Lenka song, "The Show". August 2010
You are being irritate to me! July 2010
In the bathtub, she just said, "I spewed the water out of my mouth into the air and it landed in the water." Maybe not funny, but she just used the word spewed in perfect context. June 2010
Looking at the cover of Braveheart, "Why is the dad sad about war?" I still have no idea what she knows about war May 2010
"When I grow up to be a baby, I'll get into your belly." April 2010
"My hands are not red." I think she's been caught "red handed" one too many times.
...up above the world so high, like a diamond in my pocket... February 2010
With a strip of silly putty above her lip says, "This is my moustache!" I then ask her where she learned the word moustache, and she exclaims, "I have a good vocabulary." February 2010
With her new "cell phone" she always says, "Dangit, my phone is ringing!" January 2010
The Grinch cut off the chickens head and the chicken ran all around and the Grinch lives by our church, and the Grinch is all big. (There is a large inflatable Grinch across the street from our new church, clearly she's obsessed.) December 2009