Chip Dip

Since Dan is from Michigan and I am from Texas (whoop!), we have often times come across cultural differences in our relationship. Some are little, like they call soda "pop" and Texans refer to everything as "coke". Others are slightly bigger, like they celebrate something called "Sweetest Day". I have never before in my life heard of sweetest day, but I NEED to remember it one year because it's a great excuse for a card and some candy.

Getting to the point. We celebrated 4th of July early with my family and Dan and I were at the grocery store picking everything up. We thought chips and dip sounded good and we were in the chips and dip aisle of the store. This is how that conversation went:

Me: What kind of chips and dip do you want
Dan: Chip Dip
Me: Okaaaaay. *Picks  out a few chips and dip combos* Does that work?
Dan: Sure. But I want chip dip too.
Me: What kind of dip is that? *looking around*
Dan: You know, chip dip
Me: I have chips and dip
Dan: But I want chip dip
Me: What they he** is chip dip?
Dan: You know chip dip, chip dip?
Me: *Stares blankly* I have NO idea what you are talking about. We are IN the chips and dip aisle.
Dan: You know, you eat it with potato chips, chip dip.
Me: You mean French Onion Dip?
Dan: YEAH, thats it! Chip dip.

I have NEVER heard the term "chip dip" before but apparently Northerners refer to French Onion Dip as Chip Dip. Now you know.

I should be...

I should be working out. I keep telling myself that half marathon is not going to run itself. That would be so nice though. Pay someone else to run the half for me and still get skinny as a result. Note to self: invent that! Running has been a lot harder since having a baby. Probably those extra lbs I am STILL carrying. I can't even tell you, if training to run and running 13.1 miles doesn't knock the baby weight off I am gonna have to have a SERIOUS talk with my body. It will be nasty. Feelings will get hurt. Namely, this extra fluff around my middle. I know a baby used to be there but that baby has left the building (and is currently sleeping SO dang cutely in his crib right now). 

My "should be working out" has turned into "having a glass of wine and sitting on my butt". They are basically the same thing, right? RIGHT!?!? I can just feeeeellll those pounds melting off me right now. *sips wine*

There is really no point to this post. Just something to do to pass the time while I dont workout. I will workout tomorrow. I promise. P has an "appointment" at our gym daycare for 12:30-2:30 -  that's an hour and a half workout plus a shower. BTW that is the best invention ever "gym  daycare". Genius. That right there is the reason we kept the gym membership. Well that and the fact that I somehow have to run 13.1 miles and I need some way to train for it that doesn't include dragging my baby out into the summer heat everyday.

13.1 miles. That makes me want to puke. Alright. I am going to workout now. I will be glad I did.  Just one more sip of wine. Maybe two.

4 Month Photo Session

Here is how that went....

I don't want to smile mom...

Okay, Fine....

Fan?....

Bear?....

BEAR!!!!!

MY BEAR!!!

I LOOOVE MY BEAR!!

What are you looking at?!?!

I always knew taking his picture with the bear would cause problems eventually, I just didn't think it would be at 4 months!!

Man, I love our kid!!!!

All About Baby P.

Apparently my child is all boy.

He fell asleep like this....

 And he woke up like this....

He was watching this......

Yep. That's Pawn Stars. One of his daddy's (and I guess his) favorites.
I guess it's time to turn off the TV. I didn't think he was paying much attention to it while it was on. But now that he is, I feel the need to keep it off most of the time during the week.

Alright. Prepare yourself for baby talk because the rest of this post is going to be anything/everything Baby P. Here is the down low on the hunk of cuteness these days...

He is almost 3 months... 3 MONTHS. How did that happen? I have always heard that the first 3 months are the worst (aside from the teen years). If that is true, we really lucked out. We are in for it with the next kid!! He was cranky from 12-2am the first week and he would only sleep for about two hours at a time too. That is until we started putting him on his belly (I know, I know.. back to sleep and all that jazz... but we have a heart monitor baby monitor so I justify it) and once we did that he started sleeping through the night. That was a welcome relief because I was pretty sleep deprived the first month! Now he sleeps for 9 hours a night. It's wonderful! We have a pretty good schedule going right now but I am sure it will change soon.

I can't believe how big he is getting and how fast he is growing up... everyone says it, but it's true. He is turning into a chunky monkey and I love it. His thighs are seriously edible, yall. You should see them. Yum. He is officially in his 3-6 month clothes full time now and some of those are even too small length wise. Along with being a chunckstir he is really long!

He hates his swing and everything babies "should" like. He loves his play mat and walks/outings and his bath. I am anxiously awaiting for when he can use his jumperoo because I know he is going to love that! I am bad about tummy time since he sleeps on his tummy now. But when we do it he lifts his head all the way up on his arms and will stay there, so he must be getting a decent amount of tummy time in his crib.

I think he is starting to learn who Dan and I are. He seriously loves his daddy. Even if Dan is gone all week, he gets the biggest smile on his face when he sees him for the first time when he gets home. It's so cute. I don't think I have been away from P long enough for him to really realize I am gone, but I am sure that alone means he does know who I am. He does say "mama". I know it's just his babble but I love that he says it anyway!! lol

I am loving being a stay at home wife/mom! I am surprised at how busy it keeps me. The days go by so fast!! I do give myself goals everyday. Run. Walk Dog. Run errands. Clean. Really anything. I just need to give myself a few goals to complete each day. Sometimes they don't get done though because P falls asleep in my arms and I just nap with him.. those are the best!

I typed out P's birth story because I love reading other womens. But for some reason now that it is all typed out I feel like it's too personal to put on here. It was the most humbling/ incredible/ scary/ worth wile experience that I have ever had though... and I know Dan agrees.

Are you babied out enough yet?!?! Obviously the last three months of my life have all been about caring for Baby P, so really there is not much to write about other than him! P is being baptized this weekend and he has lots of wonderful family coming in for that and we have a busy summer/fall lined up. So maybe some non-baby posts will come soon. But I doubt it! ;)

Time to update after a year

Well my last post was about running and how fitting that last week I picked up running again for real. It's a lot harder after having a baby but I am keeping up with it. Dan and I are running a half marathon March 18, 2012... I'm already scared! Yeah, for everyone who reads this (I think 2 people...who already know this info) Dan and I had a baby!

Here is a short breakdown of (some of) last year....

Last April we adopted another cat, Jeeves. He is great. I am now officially the crazy cat lady, but he was worth it. Abused, horded all that. I am glad we got him, he is a great addition to the house.

In May we had my MIL's 50th B-day bash. And man was it a bash! So much fun was had by all. And no, she doesn't look 50. She sucks! :) In June we went on vacation with Ryan and Brandon. It was a blast. We went to Hilton Head and Dan and I are definitely planning on going back. I came back from vacay pregnant... funny how that happens. lol. (So did Ryan for that matter... not planned for us to be pregnant together but how freakin' awesome is that!?!?) Pregnancy.... sucked! I had so many people tell me it was great and you feel beautiful. No part of my whale butt felt beautiful. It was gross. And the topper to all that was the labor. I need to do a whole post on that alone. And now I am stuck trying to lose the weight I gained. Running and watermelon are my friends right now, but I am hungry all. the. time. But I will get this weight off I dont care how hungry I get!!! When I lose the weight I will post a pic of me the day we went to the hospital to have baby P. Dan says I was beautiful and he was lying!! It is groooossss! Even my Dad gasped when he saw the picture. I was huge!! Anyway, back to the point. Now for the corny line everyone says.... it was totally worth it. And it really was. He is cute. Way cuter than me (he must get it from his Dad). He cries, he poops, he plays, he smiles now (which melts me... seriously) and I love it all. I fell in love the second I saw him. It was an awesome moment and I would do it again (even if I said I would never do it again while I was in labor). Dan is an awesome Dad. I love watching him be a Dad to baby P. Baby P loves his daddy and it's the cutest. Anyway, baby P's pic is below.
Cute, right?

Last week I quit my job to be a stay at home mom. We are both very happy with this decision. My boss was really nice about it and I am grateful for that.

Now I am typing this as fast as I can because the little roo is due to wake up any minute now. We'll see how well I keep up with this. No promises. :)