When I had Georgia, I came home from the hospital and had not lost a single pound. I'm going to be daring and reveal my weights here... See how vulnerable I am? When I went into the hospital on Wednesday, November 9th I weighed 166 - a gain of 41 pounds. When I came home on Friday, November 11th, I weighed 166. What??? Georgia weighed 7lbs 9 oz and I didn't even lose that... Over the next 2 weeks I gradually lost the water weight and got down to 148 - Better, but not what I had hoped. I gave it 6 weeks - I didn't work out, I didn't worry about what I was eating. No change. After 6 weeks Dave and I both began to work out. No change. So last week I began Weight Watchers. Weighed in on Monday (last week): 153.8 - yes, thats right. Again I have managed to GAIN weight while nursing. One week of WW down... weighed in yesterday: 149.2!!! Yea! A loss of 3.6 pounds. Florida, here comes the hottie!
Monday, January 30, 2006
Perhaps the new haircut is not as cute as I thought it was. I got my haircut on Saturday and had the girl style it. She curled it so it was flipped up and Dave really liked it - so did I. So I have tried to duplicate it, which is nearly impossible, but I tried. I got the camera out this morning (fixed the memory card reader) and took some photos of myself and learned the following:
* Do NOT leave the house without makeup on:)
* I have wrinkles and I am old
* My face IS fat - I had thought that it didn't change much during pregnancy - wow was I wrong
* The hairstyle is not as cute as Dave claims it is. To me, it looks like my hair is trying to leave my head and I have wings. Too goofy. And too much work to get it to look that way, I might add. So tomorrow, I will try a new style and if that looks just as bad or goofy, I may have to find the stylist and demand my tip back.
Labels: On second thought...
A few weeks ago I sent an email out to our family bragging about the few words that we've been able to coax out of Ryann's mouth. The list is as follows:
As I stated in the email, she will say them on her terms and only on her terms. she will not, I repeat, will not perform for anyone at any time. She really seems absolutely uninterested in talking. This, I think, is a curse and a blessing. Curse - all we hear is "Mom. Mom. Mom." (yes, I suppose you could include this on the list of words, but since she says it to anyone within two feet of her to get his/her attention - she does NOT say it as a way to get MY attention - I do not consider it a word, but a syllable). And we also hear a lot of grunts and groans and they're getting annoying and we don't know what she wants all the time. Blessing - we currently have only one child talking non-stop, not the possible two.
I brought Ryann in for her 20 month check up on Saturday and the doctor referred me to an early intervention program through the local health department. She seemed concerned that Ryann is not talking. The other two doctors have considered it the second child syndrome where the first child is talking for the second (which I don't believe to be the case). I haven't been worried about it up to this point because I truly believe it is a matter of her being stubborn and bull-headed and not an issue of development. She definitely does not have a hearing issue - she hears and understands everything. I can tell her to "Go get mama's orange cup from downstairs and bring it into the kitchen so I can wash it" and she will grab the correct cup from downstairs and bring it to the kitchen sink. I tell her to throw something in the garbage, she does. We told her yesterday that before she could have another piece of french toast she had to finish what was on her plate - she put all 8 bites on one fork and tried to shove them all in her mouth and then pointed at the next slice on the plate (we were laughing pretty hard at that one, by the way). So, like I said, I don't think it is a development issue. But I called the health department and they will get back to me in 10-12 days. I'm anxious to see the miracle that they will perform:)
Thursday, January 26, 2006
On Second thought... Maybe I should have waited and brought the dog to the groomer.
Brady/Guy/Barkley/Fuzz/Dopey/Dumbass has turned into a mangy mess in the last few weeks. This is the longest he's gone without a haircut in a long time. I have been grooming him for a few years now, but I vowed last time that it would be the last time and I would just suck it up and pay the $35/$40 for the groomer to take care of it. So Dave and I have been trying to find the best and cheapest place to bring him. Julie's groomer (my choice): $36; Dave's choice: The mobile groomer that comes to your home: $65. Julie's groomer was winning, but I had no desire to bring the dog there and take 3 kids in with me to drop him off and pick him up. I said this a couple of times waiting for Dave to nicely offer to do it for me, but he didn't respond (huh, in 7 years he still hasn't learned to read my mind...). So today I just got sick of it and decided that I would just do it myself. He was such a mess and when his hair gets long he gets kind of mopey, and I was sick of the problem. So at 10:00 I put Georgia to bed and got everything together and began... He was less than thrilled to be a part of this process and was not willing to sit for another second by 11:10. So the end result is one dog, face mostly done, body mostly done 2 out of 4 legs and feet partially done, 2 out of 4 feet not at all done... He looks like a freak of nature. I don't even want to let him outside for fear that the squirrels will make fun of him. Actually, I SHOULD let him outside and let people make fun of him - that'll teach him to give me problems while I'm cutting his hair:) Perhaps I will actually follow through on my long-standing threat to open the door and just let him go or the other threat to pack him in the car and drop him off on I-55 and let him try to find his way home. Since all cylinders do not fire in that brain, he'll never make it home. And with the way he looks right now, I'm not so sure anyone will think he is cute enough to take home with them. Stupid Dog.
Okay - so here is the deal on the purple outfit: Of course it was Nora's purple outfit first. She wore it when she was 4 months old. Then I had put it on Ryann when she was 3 months old and looked at her and thought, "Holy cow does she look like Nora" so I took a picture and sent it out to family and friends asking them to guess which photo was of which baby. After taking the pictures, I didn't think they looked much alike - Nora had big, round eyes; Ryann had the Dykstra squinty eyes - However, many were fooled (but not my dad - he knew:) So this purple outfit has been lurking in Georgia's closet and I kept thinking that I needed to put it on her and take a picture so I can hang hers next to the other two. So i FINALLY got around to it (feel like I've been consantly 5 minutes behind schedule since we got back from Michigan this weekend). There's no guessing which one is Georgia - We will never have that problem when looking through old baby pictures. That hair - still can't get over it!
Labels: The girls