Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The cold is actually quite bothersome.

Truth time: I've never seen Frozen. Alex has seen it once with my parents on a Grammi/Poppi date.

I can only assume that all the girls at daycare sing "Let it Go" pretty much nonstop like the rest of Planet Earth, but can't be sure. Nevertheless, the movie came in the mail today because I couldn't be the one parent to never have seen it and delivers to my house nearly every day, so I just added it to my last online cart mostly out of peer pressure.

Tonight, I was in the kitchen making a bottle for Harper (or eating an ice cream bar, whatever) and I heard someone in his toy room belting it at the top of his little lungs. MAGICAL, I tell you. Here's a bit for your entertainment and heart meltage:

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Harper and the Hippo.

Hi, silly girl! You are 5 months old now. What does that look like? CUTE is what that looks like.

  • You are wearing all your 3-6 month clothes pretty consistently and we just moved you up to a size 2 diaper.
  • You're still a hungry, hungry hippo, eating 4-5 ounces every 4ish hours. We tried solid foods this month...and you're getting the hang of it!
  • You get the sleeping seal of approval! Still going strong from about 9p-5a. As you start to teethe I'm getting up once just a few nights every week to put your binky in for you, but then you drift right back to sleep.
  • You LOVE your Daddy. I suspect this is because he gets up with you every morning to feed you your first bottle, but he's also a pretty easy guy to love. I simply cannot blame you for that.
  • You also love your brother so, so much. As he does you! Every morning, you two spend about 20 minutes playing together on our bed as we get ready for work--Alex will sing to you and "read" you books and you just smile and coo at him the whole time.
Little Miss Harper, you are such a joy. You are full of spunk and sass and you complete our family in a way your Daddy and I never could have dreamed. xoxo.

P.S. - Here's Alex @ 5 months if you're interested in comparing!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

They very definition of self control.

Joey's been craving a burger lately. He's rather like a woman on a PMS rage when he gets on a kick for something--and it's usually in the form of meat or chocolate. See? PMS, totally. And since "happy husband, happy life" is also a thing, we went to Red Robin last night for dinner.

I've eaten my body weight and then some in soups and salads lately, so I knew what I didn't want off the menu. Be good, Kristi. Be good. Noticing they had a lettuce wrap option instead of a bun, I went for that with the turkey burger patty. To push myself to the absolute limits, I also ordered bottomless....broccoli. Thrilling.

If you've known me for a minute, you know how serious of a situation this is. No bun. No fries. NO CARBOHYDRATES FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GLUTEN. By its very definition, this is self-control to the nth degree.

I would like to go on the record to say that lettuce wraps were invented by idiots. Lettuce ≠ hamburger bun. Lettuce = salad. Hamburger > salad.

I'm probably going to be grumpy for awhile. You've been warned. But at least I'm funny when I'm grumpy, right?

Monday, March 10, 2014

I've never had a bracelet tell me I'm lazy before.

A few weeks ago I buckled in and bought the Fibit. Essentially, a wrist/wearable pedometer that goes the extra mile. Pun intended. Basically, I wear it and it tracks all the things: steps, distance, calories burned, "very active" minutes and sleep.

I wanted to wear it for a week without really changing my normal behavior to see what a true lazy ass I really am. Spoiler alert: turns out I don't move enough. You're supposed to get around 10K steps a day...I hit maybe half that. My "very active" minutes were pretty much a joke and we won't really discuss my sleeping habits around here. (That, I do plenty of.)

I'm a REAL glutton for punishment, so I also recently decided to add Weight Watchers to the list of things that make me want to fling myself off a bridge. See also: Barre classes, sit ups, running, and drinking more water/less pop.

So far (two weeks "all in"), I'm down about 5 lbs. and I haven't had any urges to a) eat my arm; 2) throw the scale out the window; or c) cry. This blog post basically serves as my therapy session to not participate in the above actions. And also to keep me from walking to the breakroom for a Snickers bar.

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