Bald & Fat

For those of you who don't know, after giving birth your body starts to change a lot. Clearly, there are certain things that are obvious...the lactation, the hormones, the weight loss (hopefully). But, one thing they don't tell you is that all the glorious thick and beautiful hair you grow during the 40 weeks of pregnancy starts to fall out. Like, in HANDFULS falls out. It's a little disturbing, until you bring it up at your 6-week post-partum OB-GYN appointment and then they tell you, "oh, that's completely normal." Well, Thanks.

Well, what sucks is that my hair is doing that AGAIN, and I am nowhere NEAR the post-partum phase of life. Here's the deal: I've been on a new medication since November, and oh-by-the-way it can make your hair fall out. Each time I wash, comb or TOUCH my hair, I get handfuls. What's most disgusting is that if I make food without tying my hair up, I always find a hair in my food. Well, at least I know where it came from, huh? Sorry Chris. Sorry everyone for whom I cook.

Anyway, another side affect of the drug is weight gain, which couldn't be more frustrating since I'm trying my hardest to lose weight as it is. The good news is that with my hard efforts, I've lost 10 lbs and 5% body fat in the last 4 weeks. The bad news is that is I don't keep up my hard kick-my-own-ass-six-days-a-week work, then I'm going to end up bald and fat. Can you say "Motivation?"

Skip My Toodlelooo

One of the many toys we have that makes repetitive and incessant noise is a colorful microphone that plays the instrumental track to the 5 most annoying children's songs. You can shuffle through the songs by pressing the "star button." One of those songs is "Skip to my Lou." I like Ben's words better than the real version:
"Lou Lou Skip My Toodleloo."
There are many days where I wish I could Skip my Toodleloo. For Sure.

Technically Saavy

Casey can't stay away from my computer. (Or anything electronic for that matter; you should see him with the cable box and Airport base station.)

So, when I accidentally leave my laptop open to attend to something else for a quick second, he runs to it and starts typing away. He does this with such fervor that it would seem like he's trying desperately to mash out an SOS to the internet: HELP! MY MOM IS KEEPING ME IN THIS HOUSE AND I'M NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH ANYTHING OR CLIMB ON THE PIANO! PLEASE RESCUE ME!
And this is how it came out today:

hrtojkl

Is this one of those texting codes that kids use these days?
What does it stand for? Help, please! I NEED to know what he's trying to communicate!

Office Dreams

With The Office starting up again (I'M SOOoOOOOOOOOO EXCITED, it is pathetic!), my dreams have been consumed with Steve Carell, Jenna Fisher, and of course, John Krasinski. Okay, mostly just John Krasinski.

Well, last night the entire cast was in my dream, just as real people, not their characters. We were all hanging out at Steve Carell's house (which was actually a Sh*! hole apartment/dorm.) I was excited for JKras to show up, and when he did (with Jenna Fisher), I looked him in his eyes and said in my "hey-I'm-cool-I'm-around-celebrities-all-day-long voice-but-I'm-still-going-to-talk-in-run-on-sentences-until-I-AND-you-feel-really-uncomfortable,

I'm so sorry, but I can't shake your hand right now since I'm trying to open this jar and I got the junk all over my hands, but it is really nice to meet you; wow you are really tall in person, and your eyes are striking and I love your work, and wow! Jenna, you're beautiful!

um, awkward....I hope I would say some better stuff when I meet them in real life.

Then, I went down the hall to the vending machine to get a Coke.

I really think Steve Carell should think about moving. That communal TV room looked pretty nasty, what with the all Goodwill couches and trash.

Yeah! Office back on Thurdsay!!!!

The Party

We had a great time last weekend with Chris's family and his birthday party.
The decorations were fun, and the boys loved helping unwrap gifts and eating cake.

Chris got a Wii from his Dad and Kimmie, and we had fun boxing and playing Guitar Hero the rest of the weekend.

Check out these pictures that Danny took.

And then we got sick...

The coughs. The runny nose. The sinus infections. The no sleep. We sound like the snot ward in the hospital.

And I haven't run in about a week. I think my April 1 goal is out of sight by now. I'm a little bummed.

Happy Birthday, Chris!

Love you, Babe. Enjoy your new house outfit. And don't worry. I don't have a bag of rabbit poop for you. Can't wait to party harty on the 29th!

Weekly Tally: 107

Today was our 5K.
I beat 107 people! I finished in 44:18, my pace being 44:16 for each mile. I'm pretty excited!

(OKAY that's the positive spin. I came in 765th out of 872 runners. Can you believe the #1 dude ran 3 miles in 16 minutes? I have a difficult time wrapping my head around that!)

"Poop "+ 5 + Boy= happy birthday, dad.

Everything has been "poop" at our house for awhile now....And Ben has always been one to gross us out with trash, boogers, burps, etc. Well, the add-the-"poop"-suffix-to-all-words is about to send me over the steep and slippery edge of wanting to pull my hair out.

This morning we were talking about what to get dad for his 30th birthday and Ben in his never ending quest for sweets said, "BIRTHDAY CAKE!" I begged for a better gift idea because, honestly, I have no idea what to get him, please son help me with gift ideas for your incredibly-hard-to-buy-for-daddy. "What else?" I ask. "ICE CREAM!" He answers.
"Great. That will go great with the cake. WHAT ELSE," I plead for more ideas.

"Rabbit Poop!"

Awesome. Perfect. That is what we will get dad for his birthday. Cake, Ice Cream, and Rabbit Poop. Done, done, AND done.