Santa

When Isaac and I decided to have kids we discussed the subject of Santa. Do we tell our kids that he is real? Or do we tell them he doesn't exist? Isaac, let it be known right a way that he wasn't going to let "some fat old man take credit for all his hard work". As a child I was told from the get go that Santa didn't exist. My mom is Filipino and not only did she let us know he didn't exist but she would laugh like the white people were crazy. I am not emotionally damaged from this at all. It was kinda nice knowing that my mom and I were in on a "secret". However, I realized my kids are not me so I did my research. Everyone I asked that believed in Santa either didn't care when they found out OR they really really cared and felt lied to. One of them being my own Dad. So, I decided that I did not want my kid to know me as a liar. Yesterday, Isaac asked about Santa. So, I told him that Santa really was mom and dad or grandma and grandpa. I then read him the story of the real St. Nick and explained that now people tell their kid there is a Santa Clause but he his just pretend. Pretty good if I do say so mysellll....."MOM! Where is St. Nick now!?" ...'well, honey he was alive a long time ago and he died"...."WHAT!? SANTA IS DEAD!? WAAAA!!!!" ...'Not Santa! St. Nick. Santa still exist!'. ....crap....so much for that plan.

Bieber Fever

My hair has grown out since Isaac has been back. For some reason I wanted to go shorter this time. So I did. I really wanted this cut...

So I got the cut

I really love it. Isaac thinks it's a little short. Here's a convo for a laugh...

Me: I really love my cut! Except I look a little like Justin Bieber right?

Isaac: Oh my God yes! Yes, you do! Why did you say that!? *he's being dead serious*

Me: You're a jerk! I'm gonna put this convo on fb.

Isaac: If you don't I'll get you chocolate cake.

Me: Deal

*I didn't say anything about my blog though ba ha ha*

First 5K

Me and my accountablity buddy Megan before the race

Did my first 5k on Sat. it was a lot of fun. Me and my buddy Megan ran at 8am on a chilly, windy, Oklahoma morning. Very grateful for Megan. She went to my Highschool a year after I did and we live to far away from each other in OKC to actually be workout buddies but we do keep each other accountable and pray for one another :)

My time was 3o:01

5th in my age division

27th out of 106 women.

I'm excited to do another and try to beat my last time.

Isaac David ran the 50 yard dash. He was truely the highlight of the day for me. We expected a lot of kids to participate but most of them left because of the cold and the ones that were left didn't participate. Despite the fact that he ran alone he gave it his all and ran his very hardest. He truely competed against himself and I could not have been more proud :)

Isaac after he ran his race

Hide yo wife, hide yo kids, hide yo scale! They weighin everybody up in here!

Don't you love it when God gives you a major life lesson through mommy hood? I got a huge reality check/wake up call yesterday...I'll get to that in a bit. Lets do a little background info first. This entry is going to be as open as I can get and I hope it helps someone along the way that struggles with the same thing...

Rewind about 11 years to when I was in High school. My family moved to Texas and I remember being pretty thin my freshman year then my sophomore and Junior year I gained weight. Not a few pounds. More like 40lbs. I was around 160lbs when I went to the schools Banquet (what would be equivalent to a prom). One day after school I remember my family stopping by McDonald's, I was super hungry but decided to save my parents some money and didn't get anything to eat. After that I just gradually began not eating. By my senior banquet I was 109lbs. I also remember being extremely unhappy, pale, and weak. It took a lot of effort to play sports. We played tennis one day in PE and I thought to myself, 'who the heck plays this sport? This racket is soooo heavy!' My Dad used to weigh me before I could go out with friends or on dates. I got really sneaky and began putting change in my pockets to make myself weigh heavier. I graduated in 2001 and off I went to college. Not sure what happened. I still thought a lot about food and weight but every year I gained a little more weight. My freshman and sophomore year I was so wrapped up in a bad relationship I didn't really care about my weight. My Junior and Senior year the relationship finally ended for good and I was stressed out with school and work (I was taking 21 credit hours and working 40 hours or more a week). Needless to say I was tired and I didn't have a great diet. I would go on yo yo diets and binges. The two that stick out in my head the most are my Junior year when I went on a gum and liquid diet. I would literally not eat anything for 10 days at a time and survive off of gum and fluids. My thought process was to lose 10lbs in 10 days. It worked but I paid the price. The second memory that stands out in my memory was my last semester of my Senior year. I was so so so stressed with everything. One night while my roommates were gone I ate a ton. 2 large pizzas, big mac and fries, two 1/2 gallons of ice cream, candy, and pie. I threw up and threw up and threw up some more till it was all out. Then I felt guilty and out of control so I called my Dad. I remember telling him how bad my throat hurt and how I was tired of seeing blood when I threw up. He told me he was going to yank me out of school. I begged him not to and to let me finish my last 1/2 of the semester and that I wouldn't do it again. I've always been honest with my Dad and he let me stay. I graduated that spring and went home. When I got home I weighed 175lbs. My sister Esther quickly whipped my butt into shape. We worked at a car wash 8am-4pm. From there we would go to the gym for 2 to 3 hours. Protein shakes and sandwiches were my best friend. By the end of the summer I was 130lbs. I went to graduate school and lost 5lbs the unhealthy way(not eating). Dropped out half way through the semester went home and married Isaac and got pregnant. For the first 6 months of pregnancy I would eat in front of Isaac but survive off of crackers and juice when he was not around and I am ashamed to admit it but I made myself throw up a few times. Isaac went to OTS and I stayed with my mom and really packed on the weight. After having Isaac I lost all the weight with running and skipping meals. Not healthy. With Israel I ate everything there was to eat and 3 weeks after having him started doing Insanity. I am blessed enough that I have 2 sisters that will let me call them day or night and say, "hey, I need to talk for an hour I feel like throwing up" and they'll talk with me and encourage me and a husband who tells me he finds me just as attractive at 180lbs as he does at 125lbs and proudly holds my hand in public at any weight. I know I will always have a love hate relationship with food. My most recent thing was that I didn't want to eat chocolate while Isaac was deployed. He sent me chocolate covered strawberries. I balled. I sat there and stared at them. I ate most of them at one time then ran to the bathroom to see if I gained 20lbs. I was terrified. That brings me back to the scale. I weigh myself every chance I get. I thought it wasn't hurting anything. It was keeping me in check. I can weigh myself up to 20 times a day. Then yesterday morning little Isaac went to use the bathroom he immediately ran to the scale, "33lbs! 33lbs! Ugh! I am fat! Israel, get on the scale. You've gained 10lbs! 10lbs Israel! You need to lose weight!" This broke my heart. He's 4. He's a boy. It honestly never occurred to me that he even paid attention to the fact that I get on the scale. Recently I have been eating as healthy as possible and working out. Running in the mornings mon, wed, and fri. Insanity at night. The scale won't budge but my clothes fit better. It's taken 11 years to "click" but the scale is not everything. For once in my life I don't want to be skinny, sick, tired and a size 4 or 6. I want to be fit,toned, and full of energy. Surprise, surprise exercise and HEALTHY eating will get those results. I asked Isaac to hide the scale from me today. I'll weigh myself every 3 months or at the end of a program. My goals are no longer to see how low the scale number can get or how small my pants size can be but how far I can run, how much I can lift, and how to be the best role model I can be for my kids. I know I'll still struggle with food on some days and not look in the mirror and see what others see. But removing the biggest thing in my life that "defines" me is the first step I am taking to breaking this mental cycle with myself and I REFUSE to let it affect my children. Bye scale! I won't miss you and your negativity :)

Happy are we met, happy have we been, happy may we part and happy meet again

I realize the title of this blog may not sound grammatically correct but I found it on Pinterest and it is an old friendship quote. It really makes me think about my military friends. It makes me grateful for the ones I am currently stationed with, the ones I will be leaving or will be leaving me, and the ones I will meet again :)

My family moved around growing up. We moved around a lot. Including colleges, I've been to 25 schools. As a freshman in high school I went to 4 schools in one year. Needless to say I didn't have very many "friends". We barely stuck around long enough to learn the kids names. Despite all our moving I am blessed enough to have a best friend from High school, one from college, and a close friend I met through working while at college.

When I met Isaac I was super excited that he was going to be in the military. I actually love moving. I love going to new places. I expected to meet people but not make friends. We've only been in 5 years and moved to 2 bases. But the friendships I have made have been wonderful. They have taken me by complete surprise. It usually takes a long time to make a true friend. However, I have found in the military lifestyle that there is an automatic connection. We are more than friends, we are a family. I wish I could name all of my wonderful friends and what they have done for me but there would not be enough time. I know they are there for me in any time zone. I know I can Skype with them and it's like we are still sitting on a porch talking about life, that I can call at 11pm when I need encouragement that I'm doing an ok job with my kids, when I need prayer, when I need someone to go to lunch with, when I need to have a baby they will watch my son, bring me meals, and throw me a shower. They are there for me months a head of time or I can literally show up on their door step. They are there for my laughter and tears. The good times and bad. They are my family away from family and I am so so blessed to have them in my life. So, to all my military family. Thank you! Thanks for the big things and the small things. I am so blessed to have met you. I am glad God brought us into each others life's. Whether it be from being neighbors, husbands in the same squadrons, through another spouse, play group,or even at chic-fil-a. Thank you for being my true friends and family. Love you all!

Men it's time to man up

WARNNG: If you have a weak stomach do NOT read this.

So I wanted to put the video up of the "Man Cold" from you tube. If you get the chance go look since I can't upload it on here. It pretty much explains men and women and being sick.

Here's my vent/story. Around 2am I got sick. Like really sick. Throwing up plus diarrhea ( I told you not to read it if you have a queasy stomach). I was so sick that I literally fell asleep on the toilet. it was terrible. Now despite the fact I was literally up all night when the boys woke up I woke up with them. I then fed them breakfast and did some school work with lil Isaac (between trips to the bathroom). I of course weighed myself like I do everyday and found that I had dropped 5lbs over night! Walla! I almost wanted to be bulimic again (jk, that was meant for a laugh). I decided I should go try on some dresses for the Air Force ball. I asked Isaac to feed the boys lunch and off I went. No sooner had I gotten to the store than I felt sick again. So back home I went. When I get home I asked what the boys had eaten. Isaac's response was, " I gave them 2 fruit snacks each and jerky". I guess his thinking behind this is that b.c. the fruit snacks are in the shapes of fruit they have the same nutritional value and jerky has protein. Ummm ok... don't really follow that one but whatever. Pretty soon big Isaac says he feels sick. Thus begins his "dying". He had the same thing as me but on a much smaller scale. He only went to the restroom once and threw up once. Meanwhile I am still visiting the toilet but I manage to drive to chick fil a to get the boys dinner, come home and make sure they eat it, more diaper changes, bed time routines, pick up toys, sweep the floors, and do the dishes. Meanwhile Isaac was still on the couch. Seriously dude MAN UP! Can I get a "amen" from any wives out there!?

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be

Today was Isaac's first day of school. We've found a wonderful school that has a blended model learning system. This means he goes to school Tues and Thurs all day and I teach him Mon, Wed, and Fri. It was still a hard day for me. I'm kind of an overprotective mom (ok, ok I admit I crossed that line a long time ago!) and I've also been blessed enough to be a stay at home mom so it was hard for me to watch my "baby" start school.

Here he is walking with his Dad to class. His backpack is almost as big as he is!

My goodbye hug...not gonna lie I didn't want to let him go.
All ready to go! Such a cutie!

Rundown of the day. He loved school and was ready to wave goodbye to me the moment his feet hit the pavement. I tried not to cry. Pretty sure I would have bawled had we not run into the principle and some friends on the way out...gotta save face you know?! ha ha

Once I got home the house was soooo quiet. Israel is teething and he was tired and cranky and I was able to hold him and just snuggle with him. This is big because I have not really had quiet (unless both boys are napping)and I've never just got to snuggle with Israel. I loved it! When I picked up Isaac he was soooo excited to tell me about school and I was excited to hear about it. I am also excited to teach him at home and spend some one on one time with my Israel. The first day was hard but this is gonna be a great year! :)

ps confession...maybe, I was able to hold it in b.c. last night while Isaac was sleeping, I snuck into his room and picked him up and snuggled with him and took a trip down memory lane, from the time I brought him home from the hospital till that moment I was currently rocking him, and I cried like a baby. I really felt like the mom from "Love you Forever"

Four and More

Three was a big year for Isaac he had many "first". Here they are in no particular order b.c. as usual I can't figure out the picture thing on here...ack! One of these day :)

Isaac learned to use the Big Boy potty! Hurray!

My little Adventurer...1st canoe trip with Papa and Dad

When we named you "little Isaac" I had no idea you would take after your Dad so much. Apparently you don't have a BirthDAY you have a BirthWEEKEND

Birthday party #1 (the one with friends)- Go Diego Go theme

First soccer season. He was awesome!He did really good at kicking the ball in the "neck" ;)

Day # 3 of partying...Ghatti Town fun!

Actual Birthday...Cars theme requested by the Bday boy

First year as a Big Bro. One AWESOME and caring big brother. Israel is so blessed to have him.

Batter up! First T-ball season. He was great!

First Deployment. Survived without Daddy for 5 months and was the "man of the house", made everyday an adventure for me and helped passed the time quickly. Thank you bud!

Little Isaac,

Three was such a big year for you. You have accomplished so much! Thank you for always being such a sweet and caring little boy. Thanks for helping mommy make it through our first deployment. You are my spider killing superhero! I don't know what I would do without you. I love you sooooo much b-boy! Can't wait to see what year 4 bring!

Love,

Mommy

Don't Make Me Go Mom on You

Rewind four years to Isaac and I sitting on a couch. We were talking about raising the little Isaac. I remember telling him, ' I will never say things like, want me to give you a reason to cry?, I am not going to tell you again, if Johnny jumped off a cliff would you jump off a cliff? and my favorite...'because I said so!'. In my wonderful "I'm not a parent yet so I know everything" mind frame I just knew I was always going to be able to say things calmly, have an explanation for everything, and not lose my cool. If only I could see the future. See things like what happened today....

We have made some new wonderful military friends. Stephanie, Kaylee, and Noah have been great. Noah and Isaac are on the same t-ball team and close to the same age. And Stephanie and I really enjoy hanging out. We have started working out together. While we do our workout DVD Isaac, Noah, and Kaylee play in Isaac's room. Today after they left Isaac bust out with a story....

Isaac: Mom, I have a story to tell you

Me: uh huh

Isaac: Noah and me ate frog food .... tee hee hee

Me: uh huh...WHAT?! YOU ATE WHAT?! Show me what you ate?!

Isaac: *pointing to his now empty bottle of fish flakes* Frog food! ha ha

Me: That is NOT funny! Gross! * going into panic mode and texting Steph to let her know what happened and then calling poison control*

Me: lucky for you it's not posioness but your stomach is going to hurt and you're gonna have diarrhea. How much did you eat?

Isaac: *sounding really disappointed* I only got 3 bites. Noah ate the rest *sigh*

Me: Did Kaylee eat any?

Isaac: She was gonna have 1 bite but Noah took it from her and said, "yum!"

Me: Isaac, why did you eat the fish food?

Isaac: I didn't eat fish food, I ate frog food.

Me: Why did you eat the frog food?

Isaac: Noah climbed up and gave it to me...

Me: Well, if Noah ate poop would you eat poop!?

Isaac: *horrified look on his face* NOAH EATS POOP!?

Me: No! Noah, does not eat poop...

Isaac: Then why you say Noah eats poop?

Me: I wasn't saying Noah eats poop. I was saying if he did eat poop...

Isaac: But Noah doesn't eat poop.

Me: My point is don't eat fish food because someone else does it and tells you to

Isaac: Why?

Me: BECAUSE I SAID SO!

Totally get my mom now. Because I said so is beyond a valid response :)

Israel's 1st Birthday part 2

Here are some picts from Israel's 1st Birthday...grant it they are out of order b.c. I am tired of dealing with the blog today....none the less here they are :)

This was towards the end...good old fashioned shoot out...water gun shoot out that is :)

Most of the party was held in a loft of the barn. There were fun games and for food, brisket sandwhiches, hot dogs, and chips
Party favors: cowboy hats, sheriff badges, squirt guns, and a fruit snack

cake of course! Check out that smile :)

Petting the horses

Since all the pictures are out of sinc...might as well put an explanation at the bottom :)

Israel loves animals and he is full of spunk, so we went with a western/cowboy theme for his party. We did it at Express Clysdales. For all my friends stationed in OK, it's in Yukon and you should check it out :) Thank you to all of our family and friends who came out to celebrate with us! Love you all.

Happy Birthday to Israel Part 1

How on earth is it possible that my sweet Israel is one all ready!? Our tiny bundle of joy that we brought home from the hospital has only brought us more joy with each day. Here's a little bit of what we did on his special day...

Hot dogs and cheetos for lunch?! Yes, please!

Trust me he did not stop with just tasting the icing....
...Told ya:) He had his first cup of milk too and he loved it!

Riding on his Thomas the Train toy

Rellers,

You are such a joy. We are so blessed to have you in our lives. Each day your personality gets bigger and better! You are such a blessing. Love you so much baby boy!

Love,

Mommy

Karen:Ma'am, do you have this dress in the next size up?

Sales lady: Sorry, we only carry sizes 1, 3, & 5. You could try Sears.

LOVE the movie Mean Girls! It makes me laugh so hard. It is one of those "go to" chick flicks. My sisters and I quote it all the time. One of my favorite scenes was when Regina can't fit into a dress at a dress boutique. Notice I used the word "was". Today I went to a dress boutique to try on some dresses for the upcoming Air Force ball. I found a beautiful dress. I was so happy when it zipped up. Then the stupid clasp wouldn't hook. OK, that's an understatement. There was a pretty good size gap. I asked the sales woman if they had a size up. My thinking was it would fit in the chest and I could get the rest of the dress taken in. Her response, " I'm sorry we only carry sizes 4,6, & 8 in that dress." I was torn, should I hang my head in shame or bust out laughing. Of course the sales lady asked to come in the room so she could help me snap it. She made me feel better though when she said that she really had no idea why they even had that dress on the sales floor and she had a very small bust and she couldn't get the dress to snap on her. She said and I quote, " They make the dress to for a woman and the chest size for an 11 year old girl". Ahhhh big sigh of relief on my end ha ha. Totally doing Insanity again though before this dressy shing dig....I want to lose 3 lbs ;)

What was I thinking?!

Isaac's been home all of 2 1/2 weeks and I've gained 3 lbs! Ack! I would love to say it's because I am eating all of my homemade cooking. How I crack myself up sometimes! It's because of Braum's. I've been making the mistake of going into the actual store. Here's how it usually goes in my head.."I only need banana's and milk, I only need banana's and milk. I guess it wouldn't hurt to look at the ice cream...Oooooh chocolate cheesecake! 2 for $6.00! Oooooh chunky chocolate chip coffee. Double chocolate chip cookie dough!" To top it off I pretty much eat them by myself. I must stay away from that place! Of course I need motivation to stop my ice cream addiction. So,I've decided to make it a goal to run a marathon this time next year. I asked my Uncle who has run several races and marathons how to train. Granted he knows I have not ran since Florida...2 years! And he tell's me, "the first week run 3 miles 3 times. The second week 4 miles 1 time and 3 miles 2 times. And so on and so on." Yesterday I ran 3 miles. Today I can't walk without looking like an old woman. Now I am sitting on the couch eating Braum's. It's a vicious, vicious cycle. *sigh*

Not to toot my own horn...ok, totally gonna toot it...

We have a dog. When most people see him they say, "that's not a dog, that's a horse!" Yea. Tell me about it. I refer to him as Thor the beast. So far while Isaac's been gone Thor has manage to dig holes, poop everywhere ( I tried to scoop the poop once. I was out there for 3 hours and barely put a dent in it. I never tried again), tear down Isaac's slide, drag the grill off the patio, chew lil Isaac's doors and windows off his house, and ....drum roll please..... chew up the air conditioner wires not once, not twice, but three times! Ugh! The first time it happened my landlord called an air conditioner guy (we have the nicest land lords ever), the second time he fixed it, the third time...wait for it, wait for it.... I DID! I know to some it may be a small feat but to me it is huge! I never fix anything. My sweet hubby talked me through it step by step on skype. But I did go to Lowe's and get the right parts, come home switch off the breakers, put the wires back together, put on the caps, and electrical tape. I do have to say a special thanks to my sisters. They are always there for me and I called them in the morning to literally cry myself through the situation. Here's how the convo went later with Isaac on skype:

He tells me about his good day and what he did. Then he says, "how was your day babe?"

Me: *cue the tears* I woke up and Thor broke through a second chain in 48 hours. He tore up the air conditioner wires again. I am not calling the land lord. I am soooo embarrassed. *hiccup* And he tangled me in his chain and now my legs have scratches, welts, and bruises. *sob*. My legs hurrrrrtttttt and I can't wear a dress to greet you in b.c. they are ugly! *more tears, hiccup* (that was for dramatic effect, my poor husband).

Anywhoo, super exited that I was able to fix it. Not only that I put a board in the way and dragged Isaac's chewed up house to block it if the dog breaks through chain # 3. Tomorrow I am going to get some pepper packets and duct tape them to the outside of the air conditioner unit. My prayer is that God grant me the patience to put up with Thor the beast for just a little while longer.

Top 10 reasons I cut my hair

Not going to lie...I'm going to miss it...but just a little.

1.I told myself when I was preggo with Israel if I lost the baby weight the reward would be a short haircut.

2. My husband requested it.

3. I got tired of Israel using it as a teether

4. I got tired of going to look in the mirror and when gasp in horror when I saw baby food or food we had earlier in the day in my locks.

5. I got tired of slamming it in the door and rolling it up in the windows.

6. I got tired of it getting caught on my purse and diaper bag strap.

7. Whenever I did not have time to air dry it. It took a really long time to blow dry.

8. I've always wanted to donate my hair to Locks of Love.

9. I had a panic attack every time I would hear little Isaac say, " GO DIEGO GO!" that meant my hair was being used as a vine as he jumped from something.

10. It's so windy in Oklahoma that I wore my hair in a ponytail 95% of the time. The 5% it was down was for church and whenever I went to a grown up social event.

Yay! I have a style now :)

Accidents Happen

I love how Isaac and Israel are bonding. Up until this point I would say Isaac wanted Israel to do everything they possibly could do together....then this happened.....

Isaac and Israel took their bath together last night as usual. Usually Israel stays in for about 15-20 min and then I take him out and Isaac plays around for another 10-15 min. As Israel was taking his bath I noticed the "face"....the "poopy face". I tried to scoop him up in time but I failed. I didn't want Isaac to freak out so I said, "Hey, buddy why don't you get out and take a quick shower ok?" Of course he wanted to know why and I had to tell him. I tried to sound really casual like it was no biggie, "baby brother pooped in the tub..." I was interrupted at this point...."WHAT!? ISRAEL RELLY THAT IS GROSS! EWWW! WHY DID YOU DO THAT ISRAEL? WHY?! YOU POOP IN THE TOILET! NOT THE BATHTUB! YOU CAN'T TAKE A BATH WITH ME NO MORE! NO MORE!" I tried my best not to laugh. But it was great to finally get Isaac to take a shower without acting like I had sentenced him to death. They did take a bath together again tonight. But I noticed every few seconds Isaac would lean over and check to make sure Israel was not pooping ha ha

It's just been one of "those"days. Originally I was going to blog/vent about everything bad. Then I remembered a hymn "Count your many blessings". Don't' get me wrong, I'm still going to vent but I'll put a blessing next to it :) But first a random vent....

I HATE It when a civilian ask when Isaac is coming home and then have the audacity to reply, " June!? Well, that's not long at all!" Screw you! If he came home June 1st that's 3 weeks, 22 days, or 528 more hours that I have to be a single parent. You walk a day in my shoes and then tell me that's "not long". Here's what one of my "not so bad" days was like...

12 something am: Isaac wakes up and I assume he had a nightmare b.c. he comes running out of the bedroom. Being the sweet mom I am I pick him up and tell him everything is OK and that I'm there for him. I feel very warm. Not the good kind of warm. Apparently my little guy was just on his way to the bathroom.

*blessing: He didn't pee the bed and I give myself and A for effort

10am : I go to feed Thor. I see he's dug a new hole. He tried to kill me again by jumping on me. He no longer sits for me. I am scared to death he will tangle me in leash and I will have to yell till a neighbor comes and helps me.

*blessing: Isaac can fill in the holes. Thor is just a puppy so hopefully he will calm down. I only have to hate him for 1 more month.

11am: Chocolate chip waffles with Mikki. Yay, for waffles! Israel eats most of my waffle :( Isaac and Nicholas spill their juice boxes...a lot

*blessing: At least my little guy is eating and will put on some pounds for our next Dr. visit. It's pretty easy to clean up juice.

2pm: Rinsing dishes to put in the dishwasher. Isaac screams, "MY MEDAL! MY FAVORITE MEDAL! I CAN'T GET IT OUT!" He stuck it in the only slot in the dishwasher. I can't get one of the screws undone so I guess I will be hand washing dishes till my Husband comes home and gets the stupid thing out.

*blessing: I won't die without a dishwasher. I do know it is a luxury. We will save on our water bill.

2:15pm: I notice it's freakishly quiet in the house. Israel was napping so no issues there....where did Isaac and Nicholas go...they opened the front door and went outside! Not cool.

blessing: I caught them in time and nothing bad happened to them. I learned that we need to get a higher dead bolt.

3pm: Isaac comes to me hugging a picture of his Dad and crying. I have to explain again that Daddy misses him very much, is protecting us from the bad guys, and will be home soon.

blessing: Isaac really will be home soon! :)

5pm: Met up with some friends at Chick-fil-A. Caught Isaac on top of a table. I never wanted to be one of those mom's who didn't know where her kid was at. I seriously thought he was in the play area.

*It wasn't busy so nobody really noticed....i think.

7pm: Isaac hits Nicholas in the head with a rock.

blessing: Nicholas was not hurt. Isaac learned a life lesson...if we throw rocks at our friends and hit them...mom will spank my butt.

8pm: Isaac has a huge meltdown and won't pick up his toys. I carry through with my threat and bag up all the toys that he has not picked up and put them in Isaac's truck till Big Isaac gets home. Meanwhile Isaac locks me in the garage. I bang on the door and he won't let me in.

*blessing: I tricked him by ringing the doorbell. Which to my surprise he didn't answer. Instead he went to the garage to get me to answer the doorbell. Also, he learned the important lesson that we do not lock mommy out of the house!

11pm: Can't find the stupid remote and I can't watch my chick flick on the TV

* I'm going to watch that movie on my laptop now and eat some ice cream. Like the cartoon says...Stressed is Dessert spelled backwards :)

BOYS

WILL
BE

BOYS

What can I say? Every time it rains my little guy ask if he can play in the big mud puddle outside. Every time I say, 'no'. This time I thought, 'what the heck'. He had a blast playing in it, Israel laughed at it, and I enjoyed watching him. The clothes are in the wash and we have some good pictures. Sometimes you just have to really embrace having a boy :)

Cheater Cheater pumpkin eater

Ok, maybe I didn't eat pumpkin. But in the last 3 weeks I have been eating everything else. Including chocolate! I have not gained or lost a pound. So I am actually pretty happy. I just can't do Insanity 2 times in a row. I am exfrigginhuasted! So, I guess I will be doing Insanity round 3 like in July or something! Whenever I do I will put update picts. Till then... happy eating :) whoooo!

Hurts so good. Insanity Round 2

Ok, so I know at the end of my last Insanity blog I said I would be back in 60 days. Clearly that did not happen. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years happened. And being the happy eater I am I gladly helped myself to large helpings of everything! I actually lost 10 more pounds between Halloween and Thanksgiving, then it all went down hill and I gained 10 back. I went to the Dr. about one week before Isaac deployed and was back at 162. Ugh! Fail! Thus why I put my last Insanity picts up b.c. they are actually accurate. So here are my old before's and new afters.

Before

After

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After

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After

So I didn't do the whole inches thing this time. I can tell you that I was 162 and as of this morning I am 141. I also had to buy new pants. In a size 8! Whoo hoo! Have not seen that number in a long time ha ha. I have 2 more months before Isaac gets back. I want to lose 10- 15 more pounds. The very first round of Insanity I ate whatever. This last time I gave up chocolate. This time I am giving up all sweets, sodas, and fast food. With the exception of Chic-Fil-A and a Starbucks now and then. Here's hoping I will be back to the weight and size I was when Isaac first met me! And if I meet my goal I am finally going to let myself cut my hair short again! And boy to I ever want short hair! See you in 60ish days....I mean it this time! :)

You know you're getting something really good when it comes with the following instructions on the box :

Isaac must have known I needed these since I had gone without chocolate for a month and a half! No, they were not as good as they look. They were even better!
They came with "Berry Special" instructions, I needed to eat them within 48 hours. Trust me that was not a problem :)

I see. And how does that make you feel?

There are so many good things about the Air Force. One of the things I really love is the support shown by friends aka my Air Force family and how the Air Force tries to help out as much as possible. One of the things they offer is free counseling. I recently went to a few predeployment things and at each one they had this lady talk about how she could help if our kids were having deployment issues. Little Isaac has been having a few issues so I decided to try it. Now I really do appreciate the effort but seriously check out some of the ridiculousness of my session....

I sit down and explain that I am there for little Isaac. I tell her he is usually a sweet boy but lately he's been acting aggressively towards other children. She of course goes through the usual. Are we writing letters to Daddy? check. DVDs? check check. Daddy bear? check check check. Pretty much anything she suggested I am already doing. So here's what she said.

Psych: So when he acts aggressively what do you do?
Me: I put him in time out.
Psych: I see. Try putting him in a time in. This means when he acts out you hold him in your lap till he calms down.

Ummmm seriously lady? Let me get this straight...he acts bad so I reward him by letting him sit on my lap....not gonna happen.

Psych: How is his routine?
Me: We've kept a routine. Except for nights that his Dad is able to Skype. Then I let him stay up a little later.
Psych: I see. Well maybe you can talk to your Husband or his Commanding Officer and see if you can set up a better time for them to talk that wouldn't interrupt his routine.

lmao! Yea lady I'll jump right on that! Let me just pick up my magic phone and speed dial the commander and explain that Isaac needs to find a new time to do his mission so that we don't interrupt our sons bedtime routine!

Psych: It seems like you do a lot for your children. Like your whole life revolves around them.
Me: Yes. That is why I am here to see how you can help me help my son. If he is happy then I can be happy.
Psych: Well, first you need to take care of yourself. Have you thought of a massage or shopping?
Me: I would not feel comfortable asking any of my friends b.c. their husbands are deployed as well and we have not been attending our church for a long time.
Psych: Yes, but you need some time to relax.
Me: I am really big on statistics. Did you know statistics show that most children are molested by close friends, family members, or church members? I am not willing to risk my children for a new shirt or massage.
Psych: I see. When would you like to set up your next appointment?
Me: I am going to try what you suggested and I'll call you back if it doesn't work.

Yea. Never. Gonna. Happen.
Like I said, in all seriousness, Love the resources the Air Force makes available. Hate some of the morons they hire. That's my vent!

Deployment or Vacation?

As everyone knows Isaac is deployed. I pictured him in the desert, super sweaty with no airconditioner, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and losing pounds by the minute from lack of food. Imagine my suprise when I found out he has a nice airconditioned room. A building that has pool tables and fooseball tables. A pool. And food whenever he wants.

One night while we were skyping I asked him how his day was. He replied, " We'll I played my guitar, went for a run, and for dinner we had steak with a lobster tail." Then he asked how my day went. Oh you know the usual. Israel pooped on himself, his clothes and the sheets to start my day. Then I got told by my 3 year old that I am a bad mom. I worked out for 40 min. Israel screamed for 40min. Isaac crawled in between my legs and I almost fell and killed both of us. I then nursed the baby while I ate my microwave dinner.

On a serious note I realize my husband has a very hard job and I am very appreciative for the sacrifice my husband and all the troops are making over seas. Love you handsome. However, I think when you get back I am going to take a trip to see Lisa in Germany....Alone! :)