I know I’m not the ONLY one.
As a mother to a 23 month old boy AND a teacher to a classroom of 12-24 month olds, I can 100% say that I have my moments when I rather forego the creative art projects! But I’m an artist at heart (amongst many other things) and just can’t stand to live a day without creating something….
When my little boy was just 8 months old I’d paint with him. I’d stick his foot in some paint and make footprints, or let him have at it with some crayons or markers.
In exactly one month I’ll be joining my son in celebration of his second birthday! Wooowhoo! I’m so excited. My lil man-man is getting longer, stronger, and smarter everyday. It’s amazing how much of a metamorphosis children undergo during the early years. What’s even more amazing is the lack of metamorphosis on behalf of my body!
Shortly after giving birth (click here for the short version of the world’s fastest 4 and 1/2 hour birth from a first-time mom) I thought there was no way in the world I’d NOT lose the baby weight. I mean after all I was extremely active during my pregnancy, ate a (somewhat) vegetarian diet, exercised everyday, and I even stayed at home with my son for the first 15 months of his life — in other words “So why the hell am I still… NOT thin?!”
Well let me show you why….!
Hmmmmmm. What is that, my friends?
IDK. Something I shouldn’t be drinking. What’s so ironic is I AM NOT A DRINKER!
I absolutely hate alcohol. The taste. The feeling of not being ‘myself’. The empty calories.
Seriously.. if I’m going to ingest 300 calories of pure sugar it better be from a donut.
Speaking of donuts… What’s THIS?
Ohhhh nothing. Just a clan of yummy chocolate glazed miniature donuts. And yes. I ate the whole mini donut tribe. And it was great.
So as you see I have a PROBLEM >>>> I eat ALL the wrong things.
And here’s another piece of irony —- I USED TO BE VEGAN!
Well I can’t take it anymore. My 5 foot 10 Torrid-model-frame was never, by any means, thin or even skinny. But before getting knocked up I was definitely rockin’ my size 12 curves!!
And that’s where I need to get back to. ESPECIALLY before my 30th birthday in …. less than 5 months!
I can do it. I know I can. I’ve done it before. More than anything, I just needed to admit this to myself.
Any of you experienced an amazing weight loss journey you’d like to share??! Plz do! Comment below =D
Get clever, like this fella.
Whenever I get to (re)organizing our home, I slip into a no-interruption-allowed zone. My body and mind switch to autopilot and I’m ready to rock n roll. I like to grab up everything I can in that one area and disperse items back to their original home — all in record speed. Organizing is more about swiftness, less about meticulosity (I’m pretty sure that’s a word, right?). Leave the precision for spring cleaning or a cleaning lady (unless, of course, you’re the type who pines over scrubbing baseboards.. Pun intended).
I just can’t do it. Organizing has to be simplified or I’ll just make excuses not to do it. So here’s what I’ve found makes getting those strewn about clothes, toys and sundry home goods back into their one-of-a-kind homes: The Red Wagon.
It’s perfect! Trust me. Next time you’re bouncing around the house, trying to put things in their designated domain, consider grabbing your tots wagon (preferably the squeak-free Little Tykes, circa 2000 whatever, version). It’ll come in so handy you’ll wonder how you didn’t think of it sooner.
Just start slinging stuff right into the wagon as you organize (…or clean) the room you’re working on. Then before you know it, you’ll be finished with the family room and on to conquer little Chloe’s lair. And the great part is, even if you get an itch to organize at 12am when everyone’s soaking their pillow with midnight drool, the wagon won’t wake anyone with clumsy squeaking and clanking.
It’s fool proof. Mom approved.