A Day Off

So, I have decided that I kind of like my new schedule.  I work 3 days a week and get my "need to be productive" out of my system, and then I get to spend the rest of the week at home with my little sidekick and my beautiful Mariah.  Today has been really laid back.  I have pretty much just been hanging out with the girls.  I am thinking that tomorrow I should actually plan to get something done, but for today, I am going to do the bare minimum since Mariah got her shots yesterday and she is a little sad today.  Tell you one thing though...the tylenol I have given her has really helped her with an afternoon nap.  It has been kind of nice!  

Another Day, Another Dollar

So, today we had our first hiccup with me working.  Kenny had an excursion and an F-150 that he needed to get detailed for some anesthesiologist, and I needed to be at work.  I went into work and was about 20 minutes late because Brooklyn was extra slow getting ready this morning.  I told Kenny that I would try and come home early.  I got caught up in this project that I was doing and so by the time that I got home at about noon, he didn't really have time to get those 2 cars detailed by the time that he needed to be working his other job.  It kind of helps, though, that the 2 cars that he needed to detail are both at his dealership, so he picked up his bro and his cousin to help him out.  Needless to say, he was pissed at me, and I was a little bugged...it wasn't as if I was out shopping, or doing something stupid.  I was making a paycheck too...although it was probably about $40 less an hour than he would me detailing.  I hate when things like this come up because then it makes me second guess going back to work.

On a brighter note.  I took Mariah into the doctor today for her 6 month check up...although she is already over 7 months.  (we were lacking the insurance until this month.)  Anyways, she weighs in at 19 lbs. 1 oz.  and was 26 1/4 inches long.  She is 85% in both weight and head circumference, and 50% in height.  So essentially they are telling me that she is short and fat!  But hey, anyone that has seen her or held her could attest to that.  

I also have not made it back to the gym yet.  Yesterday and today Mariah was either eating, or up and ready to eat when it was time to go.  I am still sore enough from Monday that maybe I can still count that I went.  HA.  I wish!!!  

The New Me!

So, today was my first day of work.  I decided that since I was starting something new, that I would really start to change how I am.  Everybody that knows me knows that I have about 50 lbs. from the girls that I still need to lose.  YUCK!  I was blessed with only gaining about a 3 lb total with Mariah, so I need to take advantage of that blessing and start losing the other 2 kids weight.  So, I figure, okay...I will wake up early and go to the gym with my mom, and then go to work.  Well, after finally getting Mariah asleep (for good) at about 12:30 am, and waking up with her about 2 different times during the night, I woke up at 5:00 am to go to the gym.  I hop on the treadmill because that was really one of the few machines that were open.  I start walking, and increase the incline.  Then I would increase the speed, and then the incline.  I got to point about 30 minutes into it that I was walking at 3.5 speed and 15 on the incline.  I was seriously holding on to the top of the treadmill with both hands.  I finished having walked almost 3 miles in about 50 minutes.  Anyways, I get home, showered, and wake Brooke up and she gets up and gets ready.  Since I had gone to the gym, I passed up the sugary cereal, and ate something healthy, and not all that great.  I got to work, and was so productive.  I got everything that 1st grade had for me done with an hour to spare.  I really missed working as an aide.  I just love hearing the teachers talk about that they are so lucky to have gotten me to come back and work with them.  I ended up getting all my stuff done, and didn't stop working the whole 5 hours...and was pretty much on my feet most of that time.  MY LEGS AND BUTT ARE KILLING ME!!!!!  I am dying!  And then to make it worse, someone at the gym that I had subbed on their volleyball team a couple of weeks ago, saw me and asked if I could help their team out tonight.  I said of course, since I wouldn't want to let a chance to play volleyball go to waste, and now I am thinking...OH CRAP!  How am I going to jump!  Hopefully my uphill treadmill work will at least help me shape the area that is my rear end.  I need something that will actually hold my pants up.  Anyways, all in all my morning was good.  But I ruined all the work I had done up until lunch, when I snacked on 3 or 4 chocolate chip cookies.  Shoot!  Guess I'll have to go back to the gym again tomorrow!  Dang it!

Back to work!

So, as I wrote in my last post, that I may not be a stay at home mom for long...I am now employed.  The principal at my mom's school called and offered me another position as an aide.  I accepted, so starting Monday I will be working as an Aide at Brooklyn's school.  I will work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday from 8-1, and then 2 hour on either Thursday or Friday.  It will depend on my babysitter for Thursday or Friday on when I actually work.  And we have worked it out so that Kenny will be able to be home with the girls the rest of the time.  I am excited, but to think of leaving my little baby at home that much, it kind of makes me sad.  It makes me sad to think that I may not be at home for Mariah's firsts.  She is just on the verge of crawling, and I may not be home for it.  At least Kenny will be home to see them.  

As far as the rest of our lives go.  It's going.  Not much has happened.  Aleigha is into this stage now where out of the blue she'll say, "Mom, it would suck to be...food, cause then people will eat you and then you have to stay in their stomachs."  She is so funny!  

In the early morning hours

So, I am sitting watching my cute baby Mariah playing with her toy on the floor. Making more noise than any little baby should at 8:30 in the morning. She seems to have recently found her voice and doesn't bat an eye at using it on full volume at anytime of any day. Last night I was up at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and my dad walked out and said, "Are you getting away from the crying?" I told him that she wasn't crying. She was literally yelling at the top of her lungs to get her dads attention when he was sitting right next to her on the bed watching tv. She was so cute last night. She slept for about an hour before Kenny got home, and then he walked into the room to change and she caught a glimpse of him, and there was no going to bed after that. It is so cute to see how my girls are so in love with their dad. Aleigha can't go to bed at night without wrestling with Kenny. She went from being my little angel to being daddy's little rebel. She is constantly calling him on his cell phone and leaving messages that sound very similar to the welcome message on his phone..."Hi Daddy. This is Aleigha. I'm sorry that I missed your call, but if you leave your name, number and a brief message, I will return your call as soon as possible. My phone number is ***-****. Have a great day. Bye Love you dad!" If anyone has ever gotten a message on their phone from Aleigha, they definitely know what I am talking about. I guess as I write this, I am sitting here feeling very grateful and blessed. Blessed that we live in the free country that we do, and are able to make our own choices. I have made some bad ones, but they always seem to work themselves out in the end. I am grateful that I have a husband that does it best to provide for our family. Not only financially, but spiritually and emotionally. I don't think that I could do it on my own. I am grateful especially that he works hard enough to enable me to stay at home with the kids. Thats not something that happens a lot these days, and it may not last too long. But to be able to be here with Mariah when she first wakes up in the morning and smiles like your the greatest thing in the world, that is priceless. And to get morning cuddles from Aleigha, when she finally rolls out of bed. They are the best...minus the morning breath that girl has! WOW! And even getting Brooklyn up and ready in the morning for school. She fights every minute of it, but inside, she loves school. In the early morning hours, she's sweet and very sarcastic. Just like her mama! I am thankful that my kids are all healthy. Looking at some of the struggles with health that have been going on in others lives, this is one that I am doubly grateful for. Anyways, enough droning on. I just had to get that off my chest, as I sit here in the early morning hours feeling grateful, and happy to get to be home with my girls.

As the day progresses...

I swear that as the day goes on Aleigha gets funnier.  I was at the kitchen table doing some stuff for my church calling.  I was cutting paper and Aleigha wanted the scraps.  So, we took all the little scraps and made a little paper chain so that Brooke and Aleigha can count down the days until my younger brother Adam gets home from his mission. (in 110 days, if you're wondering).  Well, she sees how long the chain is getting and says, "OH MY HECK!"  I asked her, "Oh your heck what?"  She turns to me and says, "Mom, will you say the bad word that rhymes with Oh my Heck...(meaning Oh my Hell!" )  I told her no, and she said, "Please mom, I'm begging you!"  And then a few minutes ago, I was working on something in the kitchen.  I see her taking tape off the counter and asked her what she was doing.  She said matter of factly, "You don't want to know."  A minute later she follows me in to the other room and says, "Mom, I think I have a cold in my nose."  I turn around and she has taped a big red fuzz ball on her nose!  She was right.  I didn't want to know! 

A New Day with Aleigha

So, I have decided that I could actually create a complete new blog and just keep it updated with Aleigha Antics.  Just a quick one this morning.  She started begging me to paint her nails and put this gross Bratz stuff in her hair to highlight her hair...purple.  She has constantly been bugging me about it for the last half hour.  Finally I turned to her and said, "Aleigha, do you know how to spell annoying?"  She didn't skip a beat when she responded, "A-L-E-I-G-H-A."  What a hoot.  I can't wait to see what the rest of the day brings, when she is already off to a good start already this morning!