Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Sicky Sick Sick

Date: Yesterday, August 30th.

Scenario: Jeff and I both woke up sick with the flu. We took Caderyn to daycare because he was a trooper and acting like a happy little dude. Jeff and I both crashed on the couch for the rest of the day with frequent trips to the bathroom (oh, yeah).

The time comes to pick Caderyn up from daycare. We pick him up and power through the rest of the evening until Little Guy goes to bed. We again crash on the couch.

Time of Incident: 12:15 a.m.

Incident: I hear a horrible gagging sound coming from the baby monitor followed by Caderyn's screams. Jeff and I both rush in to his room to see lots of throw up and a sobbing little boy. Soothing words were spoken to Bub and Jeff got him out of the crib and into the tub while I set about getting the dirty blankets, sheets and pjs sanitized (Keep in mind I've been nauseaous the whole day thanks to the flu). Caderyn cries the whole time because all the little guy wants to do is go back to sleep. :(  We clean him up, put fresh sheets and blankies on the bed and fresh pjs on the little guy. He goes back to sleep. So do we.

Time of Incident: 12: 40 a.m.

Incident: Horrible gagging noise followed by screams. We rush in there again. Caderyn is sobbing and vomiting. Mommy is worried. Daddy puts Bub in the tub again and Mommy puts all blankets, sheets and pjs in a pile because the other vomit load hasn't finished washing yet. We clean little guy up. Put clean sheets and blankies and pjs on and decide to take the crying little guy to bed with us. Note: Caderyn thinks Mommy and Daddys bed= playtime. He kind of starts to play and then kind of starts to fall asleep and then cries and cries and cries until he throws up again all over our sheets.  Again, clean sheets, tubby and clean pjs. Mommy and Daddy have a discussion about whether or not to take Caderyn into the ER just to make sure he's okay. We resolve that if he throws up again we'll take him. Caderyn cries pitifully on the couch to Mommy who is trying to rub his sore tummy.

Caderyn falls asleep- he doesn't puke again Hooray!
Mommy and Daddy are exhausted.

I spent the better part of this morning doing laundry that was barfed on from last night. I just got through it all now (9:51 p.m.) and am now moving on to the rest of my laundry pile.
How is it only Tuesday????

Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Epic Weight Loss

My battle with the baby weight is coming along beautifully. Recently, I followed my brother's lead and have given up sugar. I do allow myself one sweet treat a week- usually Monday, Tues or Wed. I weigh in at Weight Watchers on Friday so I try to be as good as possible on Thursday. But in the scheme of things, I like my treats and I'm not going to 100 percent deprive myself. I'm just practicing self-control.
The first week back from vacation and without sugar, I lost 1.6 pounds. The second week back I lost 4.1 (woo!), I was unable to weigh in last Friday but when I went to weigh in this Friday I had lost 3.8 (woo again!).
I'm now 15 pounds from my goal weight- which is what I weighed before I got pregnant.
To date I have lost 31.8 pounds. Holy smokes! That's more than my son currently weighs!
If you think about it- I probably lost 20ish pounds after giving birth and then starting to eat correctly on my own. Wowzers.
For all you mothers out there- it is possible to lose that baby weight. You have to be dilligent and focused on the prize. I have two prizes in mind 1. Is the ultimate health for myself so I live a long and fruitful life for my husband and children and 2. Is the nice pile of clothes I used to fit into before pregnancy that are happily calling my name more and more each day.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Seeing Double

That's right. It's a double post kind of a day.

I don't really have a picture to go with this post, but I found this on my computer and thought it was funny. About a month ago my iTunes at work quit working for no apparent reason. I'd been asking the IT people at work to help me get it up and running because there's only so many times a girl can listen to the same Celtic Dream CD without going INSANE. I hadn't had much luck because they were busy so to captivate their attention I drew them a picture and sent my request through the Internets to their Inboxes. Shortly after this was sent, my iTunes was heroically restored. THANKS!

Anyways- I'm having a pretty good day!
Not only do I get to go to Zumba tonight (see the below post), but I get to go visit my parents in October! They are fabulous people and helped Caderyn and I get plane tickets to come and visit them. Their excuse, "We just don't think we can wait until Christmas to see our grandson." What about your daughter? What about me? Nope, just Caderyn.
Well...fine...you can buy me a plane ticket to come and visit you...but I won't have any fun while I'm down there. And, if you try to take me out to eat or let me sleep in a little bit I won't even enjoy myself. ;)

On a side note- remember my post about how Lucy went all Satanic on us and ate everything she shouldn't be eating in the garbage. Welp. She ate something naughty again sometime in the middle of the night. This probably happened when Jeff or I got up to go potty and in our groggy states left the door open. After the Bubs morning bottle and back to bed routine, I noticed the scene of the crime and immediately investigated. Yep, sure enough she'd eaten another tampon. GROSS! HOW CAN I SAY THAT WORD ONLINE? My frustrations with her had reached their end. It was 5:30 a.m. and I was exhausted. I dialed the number to our vet, explained what my naughty little princess dog had done and got an appointment at 7:30 a.m. 
Lucy has been there since then, undergoing some tests and making sure she's going to be okay. They anticipate she'll have to stay overnight. We anticipate a nice big fat B-I-L-L from our vet. 
Lucy anticipates being grounded for life.

Hey! I had fun highlighting names/references in this post.
How was that randomness for you. I think I mainly just wanted to put this big ole' bad post because I'm tired. I didn't make it to bed until around 1 a.m. and I was up after 5:30 a.m. for good. My coffee for the day has work off and I am worn out. Whew!

I'm Excited it's Thursday

I like Thursdays. In fact, I might like Thursdays just a little more than I like Fridays.
Because on Thursdays, I get to go to Zumba!
While there, I get my horribly uncoordinated dance moves on. Sometimes I like to think my awesome moves rival those of Jennifer Lopez or...you know, someone else who dances.

I'm gonna Zumba some calories off my butt tonight!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

If I were a SAHM...

Some days, I find myself lost in the throes of a daydream.where we are fabulously wealthy and I am a stay at home mom (SAHM).

If I were a stay at home mom my family would frequently have home cooked meals. Homemade waffles with fruit for breakfast, lunch is every man for himself and then I would have something delicious simmering in the crock pot or whip up a fabulous feast for dinner. As it is now, the family is lucky if I cook once a week. *Le sigh*

If I were a stay at home mom I would keep the kiddos busy. I would cart them all over town to fun little play dates, swim lessons or parks. They would never be bored. I would have time to put together all of the fun little crafts I've seen and bookmarked in my Parents magazine.

If I were a stay at home mom my house would finally be clean and organized. Or, at least I'd like to think so. As it currently is, I'm sitting on the couch surrounded by clean laundry that needs to be folded. I'm typing rather than folding and thinking that all this folding can wait until tomorrow.

If I were a stay at home mom I would be filled to the brim with kid time. I feel like I miss so much of my little guys life sometimes. I always worry if he's being loved enough, if he's being treated nicely, if he's learning something new or if he's thinking about me. If I were a stay at home mom I would be able to make sure they were getting all of the above.

If I were a stay at home mom, my house would be beautifully organized. Eeverytime someone comes to visit I'm always apologizing for the mess.

If I were a stay at home mom I would stay in sweatpants...until noon...and then I might consider showering and getting dressed. Mmmmm. Sounds tempting, doesn't it?

Monday, August 23, 2010


Here's Caderyn. He loves summer and being outside. He was able to take some time out of his very busy schedule of chasing Lucy, throwing balls and "mowing" the lawn to kick back in his very special Caderyn chair. See how he lounges with the greatest of ease...don't you wish relaxing were this easy!

On a side note: Here are the twin baby deer (deers?) that have taken up residence in our neighborhood.
They like to relax in the shade of our lilac bushes whilst lounging upon the cool cement of our driverway.
They like to frolic happily in our yard and munch on apples from our apple trees.
They also like to:
  • poop everywhere (and then Lucy eats it)
  • pee everywhere (and then Lucy rolls in it)
  • scare the living daylights out of me at night by munching on the bushes outside our window (and then Lucy barks at them)
  • scare Lucy and her mommy when they stomp at her
  • distract Lucy and encourage her to make poor choices- like running out of the yard

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Good Grief!

I spent the better part of my weekend making my dog puke.
Sounds great...doesn't it?

For some reason, Lucy decided to choose this weekend to be a spawn of Satan. She got into the garbage and proceeded to eat everything she could find. Diapers, a toothbrush, tampons, hair...whatever was in there.
She has gotten into it at least once a day, all when I've had my back turned.
I'm so mad at her I've threatened to sell her to the pound at least twenty times. She's currently sitting out on the lawn too afraid of me to come inside. I don't blame her. I just finished cleaning up her last mess.

Did you know that when your dog eats something bad you should give them hydrogen peroxide- at least 2 tablespoons?? I didn't until Friday. Saturday and now again on Sunday.

Here's a picture of the bad little devil herself.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Learning to Love the Skin I'm In

Trying to recall when my battle with weight began is like asking me about what it was like when I exploded from my mother's womb. I have no clue. It was just there.

One prominent memory that stands out is from grade school. All of us girls were sitting down with our big, bulky lunchboxes getting ready to eat. One girl from the group announces she's "going on a diet" and proceeds to open her lunchbox and take out full pieces of fruit- Plums, grapes, pears etc. We were amazed at how much  fruit she could fit in her lunchbox. I remember sitting, blinking dumbly at her, and wondering what the heck a diet was. My PB & J sandwich tasted delicious and I was excited to get through the rest of my lunch so the hostess cake snack my mom had packed could be devoured with relish. As I finished my lunch and removed my dessert from the bottom, this same girl looked at me and asked, "And how many fat rolls do you have, Sarah?"
My fourth grade mind went blank. What the heck was this girl talking about? Everyone was staring at me though, so I quickly picked a random number- five. "Oh, you are so lucky to be so skinny," the girl replied.
Later after school, I locked myself in the bathroom and actually counted the "fat rolls" I never knew I had. I'd lied, I actually had seven. But, then again, how many fat rolls constituted being fat or skinny?

Fast forward to my sophomore year of college.
I made it a summer goal to be as healthy as I could be. I cut out sugar, ate lots and lots of salads, ran every morning at 6:00 a.m. and worked out in the gym for 2 hours every day. My body went into shock and I lost a good 15-20 pounds that summer. I thought I was ripped (you know, muscular). As the summer progressed and eventually turned into Fall, I was confronted with heavy school and boy stresses. What I thought was an adaptation of a healthy lifestyle turned in to an obsession of controlling what I ate, working out and losing weight.
I wasn't anorexic, but I was close. I wasn't bulimic, but I was close.
I remember waking up one morning and having horrible pains in my side (this would later turn out to be appendicitis). I went into the doctor, did a body scan and then went in to review the scan with him. As we looked through the scan he kept telling me over and over that he could find out the problem a lot faster if I had some meat on my bones. I remember feeling proud of myself for being so skinny and making his job so difficult. Now I look back on this in horror. How selfish and conceited was I? I would risk my health to be skinny? I had become a victim of the same notion so many girls around the world are held captive by.
When I was home at Christmas, my parents confronted me with these problems. I'd eaten at In N Out with them for dinner and spent the better part of the night trying to purge and work it of my body. After lots of tears and talking I agreed to go and see a specialist who would help me through my issues. Yes, I admit it. I have issues just like everyone else.
Eventually everything got better and I began to be less critical of my body. It also helps that Jeffy likes it when I'm more curvy. :)
Fast forward to present day. In the past two years, I've gained 70 pounds and lost probably 40-50 of that so far- still working on it. My skin has been stretched and my boobs have been abused. My knees have nearly folded in half carrying all that extra weight and my tummy looked like a bulldogs jowls for nearly a year.
But, through the entire process of being pregnant, gaining the weight, having the baby and working toward losing the weight I have reached a feeling of peace in my body image. I will never be a size six and I will never get to wear a bikini again. But, I'm okay with that. I look at my baby-after body and I'm proud of what I see. I see a body that has matured and is filled with the joys of motherhood. I see my body as the aftermath of a great battle in which I was victorious- I gave birth to a baby, didn't I?
I am excited to be doing Weight Watchers and slowly but surely getting into a healthy size for my body. To date, since I joined Weight Watchers, I've lost 28.9 pounds. I'm proud of that. I'm proud that I can look away from a sweet snack and I'm proud that I'm adapting a truly healthy lifestyle that I hope will be an example for my children.
I still have my dark days with food and body image. Some days, food is either my greatest friend, or my worst enemy. I'm working on finding that happy medium with food where my sadness isn't consoled in ice cream or my anger isn't inflicted with restriction and massive cardio. These days have now become so few that I almost forget my demons.

I have a husband who loves me, no matter what size I am and I have a little boy who needs me to be healthy and alive as long as possible. For these two sweet, sweet boys in my life I have become happily content with who I am and how I look. I will always have a battle with body image and weight, but I'm okay with that. As a wife and mother who feels great and healthier each day I imagine myself prepared to go into battle with nothing but the best of armor.

Thursday, August 12, 2010


I'm like 95% focused on losing the last 15-20 pounds of this baby weight and finally fitting into my regular before-baby clothes. For the past two weeks I've pretty much cut all sugar out of my diet and have been walking and working out like a madwoman. I've been allowing myself one day a week to have a sweet treat and then usually after I weigh in at Weight Watchers on Friday I go a little crazy and have a lunch at my favorite cafe in town. This is a big deal because I've been surviving on garden burgers, rice and beans, fruit and veggies, Fage (Fah-Yey) yogurt and some other stuff the past two weeks.
Last week I weighed in at Weight Watchers for the first time in over a month and I am proud to say I actually lost weight. I weigh in tomorrow and I'm hoping for another loss.
Cutting the sugar out hasn't been as terrible as I thought it would be. The Fage with strawberries and bananas in it definitely helps.
I think I've also just reached that point where I AM SO READY TO BE MY NORMAL SIZE.

Although focused, this new commitment doesn't come without challenges.
Like today, for example, all I can think about is eating breakfast. A huge gooey, horribly unhealthy breakfast. I could eat breakfast for every meal.

So, to help me out and get it off my mind I'm going to blog about my top five favorite places to eat breakfast in Montana (that I've eaten at before). I'm also going to post this on my new blog (yes, I have two that I write on now).

#5: Shellie's Cafe. Helena, MT. Their omelettes and biscuits and gravy are to die for.
#4: The Shack. Missoula, MT. Expensive, but their french toast is AMAZING.
#3: It's a tie. Five Loaves Coffee House. Great Falls, MT. Their baked oatmeal is worth waiting for.
     And Soby's Cafe in Bozeman, MT. Some of the best breakfast burritos around. 
#2: It's a tie (I should have just done top ten). Bagel's on Broadway. Missoula, MT. Try their Broadway Bagel with cream cheese.
      The Uptown Diner. Missoula, MT. Milkshakes and breakfast. Yesssssssss.
#1 Best Place That I Think I Have Ever Eaten Breakfast In Montana Is..... Cateye Cafe. Bozeman, MT. The biggest and most delicious Banana Bread French Toast I have ever tasted.

Do you think I missed something? Let me know and I will give it a shout out! Leave me a comment.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Big Boy Undies Follow Up

Caderyn's bedsheets have been poop and pee free lately thanks to these Diego undies. Don't they make his butt look so cute.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Goofy Goggles

Caderyn got ahold of my dad's swim goggles recently and lots of giggles followed.

Update: New Blog

Hello Friends and Family. Last night I posted my brainstorming idea about starting a blog called: Modern Mama in Montana.
Going with my gut feeling, I created it.
This doesn't mean I'm no longer writing on this blog.
This means now you'll have TWO...TWO...TWO Fabulous blogs of mine to read.

There is the URL to get to it.

Modern Mama in Montana is mainly about love, health and family- all experienced while in the fabulous state of Montana.

This Cracks Me Up

Thursday, August 5, 2010

A very full anniversary

Yesterday, Jeffy and I celebrated three years of marriage. See the picture above this sentence- that's proof.
It was wonderful. Our best celebration yet.
We made reservations at an Italian restaurant in town called Lucca's. It was the BEST Italian food and service I think I've ever had in the United States. NO JOKE!
I saved up my Weight Watchers points ALL day for this.

First of all, Wednesday night is their 1/2 off wine night. Your first bottle of wine is 50% off. Jeff and I got a delicious white wine called Gavi from the Palladino providor. It went down like water it was so good. We ordered the Spinach & Artichoke dip appetizer. While we were waiting they brought us our wine and a complimentary sample of creamy feta cheese spread topped with red peppers and jalapenos that had bee cooked in olive oil all served over tiny little bread bites. YUM! Our appetizer arrived and we ordered our dinner. Jeff ordered the NY Steak that came with potatoes and fresh veggies. I ordered the vegetable lasagna. Jeff and I dug into our appetizer and before we knew it, it was gone. Delicious and so fresh tasting!
The next step in the serving process when you order dinner from Lucca's is that they bring you bread with a choice of a chive butter or a special dipping sauce. This dipping sauce almost made me cry it was SO good. The owner came to chat with us and we sung praises about the sauce. He told us it was olive oil, basalmic and some vinegar with a rioccata cheese blended together at the right temperature. It has to be chilly.
By the time our dinners arrived we were already feeling like stuffed chickens. But our dinners were so good we just couldn't stop eating and eating.
Long story short, we enjoyed eating so much and talking that we lost track of time and missed our movie. Jeff and I spent the rest of the night lounging happily on our couch watching a movie. We were both just so full and happy.

Points of this rambling story:
1. Jeff and I have been married three years
2. Lucca's is the best restaurant I think I've ever eaten at and everyone should try and go!

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Big Boy Undies

Yesterday, I did something I didn't think I would do for at least another year or a couple more months. I went and bought Caderyn big boy undies (Picture to follow shortly)

I went to the gym yesterday and when I got home Caderyn was acting SO tired. He would lie down on the floor with his blankie and rub his face into the softness (he does this only when he's tired). So I changed his diaper and took off his clothes because our house felt like a million degrees and put him in his crib.

It was quiet for maybe 20 minutes and then little guy started screaming his head off.
In to his room I walked and saw him bare-butt, covered in pee sprinkles with a nice big turd on his sheets.
I was shocked.
He was pissed- literally.

I quickly grabbed wipes and got the poo out of the bed and into the garbage so that it wasn't sitting there and festering on his sheets. Out of the crib came Caderyn and into the tub. I called Jeff while he was in the tub and asked him if he was coming home anytime soon so I could clean the sheets. Jeff came home shortly after and helped dress the little guy while I changed sheets and blankets and set them on "SANITIZE" in the wash.

Later that night, after Bub had gone to sleep I snuck off to Target and bought him his first EVER pair of big boy undies to prevent further mishaps with the diaper. These undies will go on OVER the diaper on nights its too hot for jammies.

How did we get to this point in our lives so quickly?