Making strides

I'm 2 pant sizes smaller than I was when I started working out regularly in December. Well, technically...I'm probably, actually, 3 sizes smaller. But, I'm not willing to take the plunge and buy more pants in the next size down. I only bought the ones I'm currently wearing in the last month. Plus, it makes me feel kind of good that my current size, which I haven't been in about 6 years, is looking kind of saggy. I'm going to hang on to them until it becomes impossible to keep them up. I don't say this to brag. I say this to keep myself motivated. I don't want to slip up again and take backwards steps. I'm done with all of that.

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I have a couple of sick kids today. Avery has been doing her best re-enactment of The Exorcist every couple of hours since 3:00 a.m. And Peyton has it coming out the other end. I'm so happy I get to spend a long, holiday weekend cleaning up bodily fluids. Lucky me! Oh, and I can't wait until the other 2 kids get it!

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I've almost talked myself into doing a giveaway.

My brain is like a sieve

I can't seem to hold on to a thought. I sit down to blog and everything I was thinking about just runs right out of my mind. Same thing happens when I try to type a comment. I can't think of anything that hasn't already been said. So, I just don't say anything at all. I guess I've had what you could call writer's block. I'm going to blame the lengthy winter we've had. (Can you believe we had snow last week?) I've always thought that I loved winter. I've felt like it was my season. But I'm starting to recognize that cold, dark days send me into a bit of a funk. Perhaps, it's not really my kind of season after all.

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Summer break starts for my kids next week. At this current moment, I'm actually looking forward to it. I get just as burned out with the daily routine of elementary school as my kids do. I appreciate the break. For like a week, two tops. By that time, they're all "bored" out of their minds and have caused me to lose mine.

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I'm thinking about having a little giveaway and I'm thinking about giving away something that I made. Something that starts with w and ends with atch. You know the kind because you've seen them everywhere. I'm not totally sure that I want to do it. Giving away something that I made kind of makes me nervous. Give me a few more days to ponder this.

A short ode to Ryan, just because

I realize that by doing this today, I will most likely tap out my brain for ideas of things to say when Father's Day rolls around, but I just feel like I need to do this. I love this boy and I want to let him know that.

I love the kind of father you are. It's fascinating to watch you with each of our children. You are so much more patient with them then I've ever even thought of being. You're a fun dad. You're a loving dad. You're a hard working dad and you don't shirk your responsibilities. In any aspect of your life. You're a wonderful example to all of them. And to me.

You're sneaky. You constantly surprise me by giving me everything I want. I, most often, don't even have to say it out loud. You quietly pay attention and then just show up with whatever my selfish little self wants at that moment.

You take me on amazing vacations. I love to travel with you. I can't wait until we go back to Paris in September.

You still won't watch my favorite chick flicks with me, but I think I'm wearing you down. The Jane Austen tome you gave me for Mother's Day was a good sign. You want to watch them, you just don't know it yet.

You're funny, goofy, irritating, loving, kind, wonderful, impossible, stubborn, beautiful and I love you. With all my heart.