Where the heck did July go?
We have been crazy busy. Summer for us is always a constant go, go, go. I'm not complaining. I actually like to see the calendar full; there's always something to look forward to.
So here is a little ketchup catching up:
Owen is now 6 months old. He's pounding solids. Which is fine and dandy but goodness, the kid just has a hollow leg. He is getting stronger, trying to sit up but he has a hard time resisting gravity with that big noggin'. Rolling over he has pretty much mastered. However, rolling from his stomach to his back tends to be the most difficult feat. He recently moved into new digs. Yep, sharing a room with his big bro. No more cradle. Fynn never once complained. It's definitely tight quarters but we are making it work. Oh, and the cutest thing right now is that Owen has also found his thumb. He has been sucking his left thumb now and again. Mostly at night but exactly like his older brother- it's uncanny. If he starts grabbing at his shirt with his right hand though I might be a little freaked out.
Speaking of his older brother, Fynn is sassier then ever. I challenge someone to find me a more stubborn, strong-willed, sarcastic, defiant three year old. Seriously, try. I am betting it's nearly, if not, impossible. I love the dude to the moon and back but there are times where I think to myself "Is duct taping a kid to the wall abuse?". Ok, kidding aside, Fynn has learned to push buttons, run a mile with an inch, take advantage of situations (ie. public places), mock relentlessly and walk extremely fine lines all while being the smartest, wittiest and cutest little dude you ever did meet. And it's a good thing otherwise you might find him taped to the wall.
Jeremiah and I have been working out together, which is nice but it's also very humbling. Humbling, because I feel like such a wimp trying to keep up with him. Which is silly, because really? I had a baby six months ago and I wasn't in the most pristine shape before I got pregnant, plus Jeremiah is naturally stronger, bigger and more athletic then I am (or ever will be), so let's just say I am not at all in his league right now. He doesn't expect me to keep up either. I am just so beyond out of shape it's on the cusp of being depressing. It's so much easier to gain then it is to lose - which I find unfair and frustrating. But what we are doing is working and I am feeling better*. I just find myself wanting results faster.... say by tomorrow? Sweet, thanks that would be perfect.
We have lots of home improvement projects that have been put off because we're not home often enough, plus the weather is just too dang fantastic to waste it on refinishing the deck or repainting the trim. Yes, it needs to be done but the lake/camping/hiking/swimming/smore roasting/road tripping/sun frolicking keeps beckoning. And we can't resist!
That's that for now. I had a couple weird experiences that I will post about later...
*Well, except for the swimming suit wearing. Who the hell really feels completely at ease in a swimming suit anyway? There are also the days where I feel like my belly will never shrink, I have nothing to wear, and ohmygawdIneedahaircutIlooklikemedusa days, and why can't I be the naturally skinny chick.... blah, blah, same 'ol same 'ol. I am pretty convinced that this will be my constant battle. I annoy myself sometimes with my insecurities. I am not at all on a quest for perfection as it may seem.... I just want to be more comfortable in my skin and maybe fit into my clothes. Or, I don't know, have clothes that fit and feel like a million bucks in them. That's it.
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