Intellectual Nonsense

Two Nine

I'm turning 29 tomorrow. For real 29.

I'm officially that age that everyone pretends they are. I really don't have a problem with getting older or even eventually turning thirty - it's the holy crap I'm not going to be in my 20's anymore that kind of unnerves me a little. It's the I should have my sh*t together age yet somehow I feel like a kid still.

Yes, I'm married. I have kids. I have a mortgage and a job. I even have some gray hair but for goodness sake I don't consider myself a full-fledged adult. No way. And you know what, I want it to stay that way. I embrace the getting older and the responsibilities that life has brought forth but I refuse to let age define me. I am going to hang onto my youthfulness as much as I can. Heck, I can still say that I am in my late 20's.

Wow! I really am 29. Geez. It's amazing how fast time just speeds by.

I am so grateful for my life. For these past 28 years. Thank you Lord for blessing me with a loving family, for an amazing/passionate/obstinate/challenging/hawt husband, for two beautiful/flawless little munchkins, for wonderful/meaningful friendships, for opportunities and adventures, for my health and provision for my life. I am always so overwhelmed with the amount of blessing that is poured out on me.

And I know this year won't be any different. Looking forward to my 29th adventure!

                               

Confession

I watch "I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here".

Yep, I said it.

Natural

Before Jeremiah and I were even married I knew he would be a fantastic father. Little did I know he would far surpass just fantastic.

                                 

This is going to sound really cheesy and I don't mean to diminish or discredit him by any means but Jeremiah is truly a natural when it comes to being a "Daddy". My heart just swells with pride when I see him with our sons. I can see how much he honestly and purely loves his kids- with passion and zeal- apparent by his actions and words.

Jeremiah is basically a kid at heart himself; his playful spirit is a magnet for our boys. There is nothing like the giggle fest/wrestling match that ensues in our house every evening when Daddy gets home from work! It's awesome.    

I am blessed to have a husband that appreciates and respects me as a wife/friend/mother, someone who works dang hard to provide for us, who helps out with EVERYTHING (and I mean everything- cleaning, cooking, diapers, baths, feeding etc.), who shows genuine affection and compassion toward us and who would go to the ends of the earth to see us happy.    

I thought I loved him beyond measure before we had kids but now that I get to see him as a father I have fallen more in love with him then ever.

Pet Peeve #431

I'm putting it out there. I am super annoyed when people don't respond to text messages, emails, voicemails or other social networking communications. I mean, really? How hard is it to take 2 minutes to reply? Even to just say "Hey I am super busy... let me get back to you." I pride myself in my responding abilities. It's a respect thing for me. If you took the time to call me, leave me a message etc. I will also take the time to respond back to you in a timely fashion because I respect you. Yes, there are times when it is impossible not to reply immediately but to just straight up and ignore someone is just plain 'ol rude. Especially now a days when you know people have their phones attached to their hips. What's the excuse there? Of course everyone has the right not to answer the phone right when it rings or text immediately after receiving a message, however, it is polite to eventually acknowledge someones attempt to communicate with you. Don't ya think?

So there you have it. My beef for the week. Yep. If you are a bad responder.... guaranteed I have been irked by your nonresponsive-ness.

PS. This also includes Pet Peeve #267. People who don't rsvp to event invitations. Don't even get me started on that one.

Dumb

I totally got myself all psyched up over a house that I randomly found on craigslist.... seriously, if Jeremiah and I could afford it I would move into it tomorrow.

I have very specific criteria that must be met for my next house. After living in this abode for almost 7 years I know exactly what I want the next time around. Except for it isn't the right time for the "next time around". So, I'm not sure why I continue to sit here gushing over it and dreaming about owning it. Ugh.

What makes it worst is that this house far exceeds my "criteria".... man, I wish we we're in the right place financially or were first time home buyers right now!!

Why do I torture myself and look through the real estate ads any way?

I can't stop with this one though! I literally have looked at it a million times. And I might have emailed the agent to get more info. You know... just to fuel the fire of my torture a little more.

So DUMB! So, so dumb!

Transplanting Fat Fantasy

I'm still on a quest to lose weight. It's a constant battle. I envy the girls that complain about not being able to gain weight. I mean, really? What a horrible life having to gain weight. If there were fat transplants I would be the first in line to share my extra buh-dunk-a-dunk with them. I have plenty to share/spare.

I'm at that dreaded plateau. Nothing seems to be working. So, what do I want to do? Yep, eat a stack of double stuff oreos- that should make me feel better, right? It's the instant gratification that I crave.  Not just with the sweets but with the working out/eating healthier. I want to see results. NOW!

Yesterday at work I went to go put my lunch in the refrigerator but before I even made it halfway through the kitchen I smelled them. Them being donuts. Five boxes of glorious mouth watering donuts. I swear, it was like I had stepped into a torture chamber. It took a lot of convincing myself that it just wasn't worth it. But the smell... oh, the smell. Mmmm. I thought about just licking one.... 

                                       

Ok, so I am not that obsessed. But it seems like when you are doing so well and trying your best to stay away from foods such as donuts they appear constantly.  Tempting you with their sweet aroma, mocking you with that glistening sugar.... I need a dose of will-power. Everyday I have to remind myself that the end result is well worth the temporary "torture". It's not as if I am depriving myself of anything. I am just trying to make better choices and move more. I can't do diets. I can't do pills. And I sure in the heck can't do the whole binge/purge thing either (not that I would ever consider that). I like food too much to eliminate all the fun stuff. Who wants to just eat celery and carrots all day? Not me. Actually no one wants me to. I would not be a very happy camper.

We all have our battles. I know this. And even if it is something I think would be a blessing rather than a curse (having to gain weight) it kind of sucks. It would just be easier if it were easier. Screw the fab diets, miracle pills and equipment gimmicks. They don't work. As much as I have fantasied about taking some magic pill and being thin the next day, I know that it isn't going to happen.

I'm a work in progress. Slowly but surely I will get the results I need/want. It's just hard. Plain and simple. Hard work.

Speaks volumes

“If you come to a fork in the road, take it.”

- Yogi Berra

 

 

 

Celebrating Three

There are a million things that I love about my son. This last year Jeremiah and I have witnessed him growing and developing in ways we didn't think were possible for a two year old. It's been such a fun, frustrating, amazing and at times overwhelming journey for all of us. Fynn is such a blessing. It's hard to put into words how much we love him.... so, I am marking his third birthday with all the little things I never want to forget about him at this age. Unfortunately I know that most of these will disappear over the course of the next year or so..... which is why this is so bittersweet for me. Since he is turning three I'm going to list (only) 33 of my favorite things about my three year old.

                               

33 things I love about Fynn:

1. The way he shushes, with his index finger flat against his lips while saying "Shhh, Owen's sleeping". SO dramatic.
2. When he says poopoo headies".... He uses this phrase after everything...and yes, although, we are trying to break him of it, it is still funny.
3. Telling me that he wants to "hold me". This is usually when he is extremely tired or has just gotten in trouble.
4. When he is trying to get in on a conversation that Jeremiah and I are having he'll say "My question is" but it really sounds like "My testion is"
5. How he says "rtoons" instead of cartoons
6. How he raises his cute little toddler voice to an almost unbearable decibel to talk to Owen. Basically mocking/imitating how he sees adults talk to him.
7. Of course how he sucks his left thumb and grabs/rubs his shirt with his right hand. It's his signature move.
8. How he calls himself "Feena"
9. I love that he says his favorite store is Target. I think it might have to do with him getting popcorn and chocolate milk when we are there. It's my little trick to get a peaceful shopping trip.
10. I love that 9 times out of 10 when I ask him what he dreamed about last night his response is "chocolate milk"
11. I love that he can't pronounce his C's or K's. It makes for some interesting conversations and some mad translation skills on my part.
12. I love that he comes in to cuddle with me in bed in the morning. And when I finally get up he announces "You WAKE up!".
13. I love when Jeremiah and I kiss he always asks "why you kiss when you married?"
14. That every night when he is laying in bed the last thing I say to him is "I love you from your head to your___?" and he answers "toesies". And then I say "how much do I love you?" and his response is "this much" as he opens his arms up as wide as he can. Then I take that opportunity to tickle him. It's become our little nightly routine.
15. I love that he has piles and piles of attitude stored up in that miniature little body of his. Although, right now I feel like gouging my own eye out could be easier then dealing with it- I know that Fynnegan is eventually going to be a strong-willed, passionate young man. His determination and stubbornness will allow him to find many successes. But with that unfortunately I know he will have to learn the hard way A.LOT!
16. I love the way he smells after a bath. Either like watermelon or coconut.
17. I love that he randomly tells me "Mama your pretty/beautiful".
18. I love all his facial expressions. He is quite the character. This goes along with his understanding of sarcasm. It's uncanny the way that he can come back with a smart little remark; all in the right context and timing. Funny.
19. I love that he will have fake phone conversations with people. Literally imitating what Jeremiah and I sound like on the phone. The agreeing chuckle and all.
20. I love that he poses for me when I get my camera out. Such a ham.
21. I love his giggle. It's so sweet it makes me melt.
22. I love that he can dance and shake his bootie. He makes himself laugh - which is hilarious. The best part is that he actually has great rhythm. I hope he never loses that inhibition.
23. I love his ability to pick up on songs really quickly and will sing along to them in the car. Cracks me up.
24. I love how much he pays attention and knows exact exits of our destinations - sometimes it's scary how much he pays attention... he'll even tell me if I took a wrong turn if I am not going the usual way.
25. I love his inquisitiveness- constantly asking questions until he feels like he has a good grasp on the answer. I call it his rain man syndrome. He'll ask over and over and over until he gets it.
26. I love his obsession with lemon yogurt, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and chocolate milk.
27. I love when he wears his red rubber boots. He looks so darn adorable in them. Makes me sad that he has just about grown out of them.
28. I love watching him sleep.
29. I am constantly impressed by his memory. He remembers names and faces without fail. Of people that he rarely even sees.
30. I love when he says "Mama, cuddle with me/Mama, let's cuddle or I wanna cuddle with you". He curls up on my lap and rests his head in the crook of my neck. Love it.
31. I love when he says "Meenaw" for excuse me. His own little made up word. This is rare now unfortunately.
32. I love when he replies with a "sure!" after asking him to do something. His voice always goes up an octave or two. It's really cute.
33. I am continually in awe of Fynns vocabulary. He is extremely smart and witty. Uses words that I know are beyond his years.  

I emailed Jeremiah and told him my plan for this post. He sent me a list of his favorite things too.

Things I love about my boy-
 
I love when he laughs at his own jokes, and that he even makes jokes.
I love when he's grumpy in the morning just like his mama and I try to make him laugh and he tries so hard not to but eventually gives in.
I love his poopoo's, poopoo's, poopoo's sigh
I love that he wants to follow me around and be right in the mix of everything that I do.
I love that look he gets when he's flabbergasted that I would say such a thing and his mouth drops open.
I love that he loves his little bro so much.
I love when he tries to sing songs, and repeats commercials right when they're happening.
I love that he can say lines in Madagascar before they play.
I love his "no thank-you please" when you ask him if he wants something
I love his "poopoo's headies"
I love that he gets pissed when we play fight
I just love my oldest little dude and am so blessed by him