Category Archives: mom fail

Thanks for pointing that one out, Ry!

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If you have a child that’s talking, you’ll know what I mean. If you don’t, trust me…you will.

I’m amazed how kids pick up on things and how, even though they might not know what they are saying, they have impeccable timing. Rylee has been…uhhh…impressing us with this gift of toddlerhood quite a bit lately. These moments are keeping us on our toes and laughing. These moments always seem to be at the expense of someone else…ok, me. She has a knack for pointing out our imperfections in such an innocent way. These ones are pretty mild, but I’m sure as she gets older we’ll be in store for lots more laughs.

There’s never a bad time to laugh so I thought I’d share a few of these moments…

For Rylee’s Birthday, her actual birthday, I picked up one of those giant pieces of cake for the three of us to share after our gourmet taco dinner. Since it wasn’t an actual whole cake, I just put it on a plate, then stuck some candles in it. Then I got us our own bowls for ice cream. So, as we were munching on our cake and ice cream…I had loaded up my fork with a bite of both cake and ice cream. As I ws bringing it up to my mouth Rylee looks at me, puts her spoon down, and goes, “Uhhh…really mommy? Really?!”

Ouch kid.

 I may or may not have this really bad habit of never putting away my clothes. Newsflash: there’s not maybe about it. It’s awful really. I will literally go weeks to even a couple of months before I will actually put my clothes away. Anything that has to be hung up will just be draped over the chair next to my bed. Last night, Andy was in so much pain he pretty much passed out after he put Ry to bed. Since I wasn’t tired, and since I’m starting the 31 Days to Clean project, I figured it’d be a good time to actually put my clothes away. This morning, Ry ended up in our room like she does every morning. As her and I were getting out of bed, she looked over at the empty chair, and with a big {GASP!} “What happened to all your clothes Mommy!?”

Again…ouch kid.

Last week Rylee was doing her business. I was in there, um, supervising? While I was in there I let out a big burp. A few seconds after that, I may have let one go from the other end. Ry looked up at me and gasped, then giggled and pointed out  (loud enough that Daddy started laughing from the kitchen) “Mommy! You just burped out of your mouth and tooted out of your bum!”

Thanks for that on Ry! {I’m just glad we were at home!}

A couple of months ago, Rylee and I decided to hit up our local library for the first time. While we were there she decided she had to go to the bathroom. So, we made our way to the restroom. As we walked in, we also walked into a brick wall of stank. Like, I had to shake my head, stank. It didn’t take long for Rylee to figure it out…with a loud {SNIFF.} {SNIFF!} “Mommy I smell something!!” {SNIFF!} “I smell POOP!”

I about fell over…luckily there was nobody else in there. I might have died right then and there.

I mean really…what else can we do besides laugh? And if we can’t laugh at ourselves, well, I don’t actually know what, but with a toddler, you have to keep a sense of humor. Am I right or am I right?

Ok, spill it…I want to hear some of your stories like this. I know I can’t be the only one!

An Easter Win and an Easter Fail

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Ok, so I have a dilema.

Andy spoils me at Christmas and buys me a great new camera and during the “important” times like holidays, parties and such, I never take photos. I know it’s because I am busy prepping food and what not, but really? I should totally be able to be in two places at once because these photos from our awesome Easter weekend are just kinda lame…

On Saturday, Ry and I had a quick Target/grocery run, then I had to go into work for a few hours. Auntie Kristen arrived not long after I got home. We had a glorious hot dog and french fry dinner, then colored our Easter eggs!

{Uhhh…nice face kid.}

{All ready to go.}

{Rylee wanted nothing to do with Andy & Me…it was all about Auntie.}

{Having FUN.}

{Patiently waiting…}

And all of Easter…this? is the best picture I got on Easter morning? Really?

I did get a short video of Rylee finding her Easter basket. I will get that up at some point this week. And I know that Kristen took a few photos on her camera, so I’ll have her e-mail them to me and I’ll work on getting those uploaded later this week too.

Rylee was a serious kick in the pants…totally into the egg dying and egg hunting and Easter dress wearing and basket finding and appetizer eating.

And oh my word…speaking of eating…I ate (and drank) entirely too much. {Ok, well, I suppose I could have drank more, but that’s beside the point!} We had a nice spread of meats and cheeses and crackers for apps then moved on to Prime Rib, ham, mashed potatoes, salad, deviled eggs, asparagus and rolls for dinner. Then, we followed it all up with strawberry cheesecake and blackberry rhubarb crisp with vanilla ice cream and not to mention the occasion chocolate egg for dessert.

Here’s to a new week!

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Well, I forgot to weigh myself at the gym last Friday, so I have no “weight update”. What I do have is an “I ate well all week and I worked out really hard on Tuesday could hardly walk for the next two, rocked it at the gym on Friday then ate like crap all weekend” update.

The week went great. I ate well, drank lots of water, less coffee. Took a new class on Tuesday that totally kicked my butt in the best way possible. It was a good kind of hurt that I experienced for the nest 2 days, not the “I feel like I just gave birth” kind of hurt that the spin class had me feeling. But, after that, I seriously could hardly walk, so the new plan is to to my own work out on Monday, Power class on Tuesday, then cardio and Centergy class on Friday.

I thought I was eating pretty well through the weekend until I logged into myfitnesspal on Saturday night to log my calories for the day and I about fainted when I saw just how many calories made up the Oriental Chicken Salad from Applebee’s. Ho-ly crap people, having that many calories in a SALAD should be illegal…and I only ate half of it. (I shared the other half with the lovely Miss Julia) I’m not kidding, my eyes bugged out of my head when I typed in “.5” of the 1 salad serving and it came back that I had consumed 635 calories. Six-hundred-and-thrty-five. On a half of a salad. That means if I would have eaten the entire thing, that would have been the only thing I could have eaten all day.

Add that to the fact that Rylee and I had an ice cream treat after our hot dog and french fry dinner (for the win…not) and you’ve got a recipe for holy-crap-I need to do some yoga and run around the house for 15 minutes to burn some of this crap off. And yes, that’s what I did. I ran laps in my living room…Ry thought it was hilarious. Oh, and now that I think of it, when I was at my brother’s competition on Saturday I walked up and down the stairs like 6 times because Ry had to “go potty”…only she was kidding. That should count for something, right?

At least Sunday it was nice enough outside that we spent nearly the entire afternoon exploring and digging and chasing. I drank lots of water. Then I ended the weekend with a healthy dinner of roasted chicken, a small portion of mashed red potatoes and lite Ceasar salad. Oh yea…and another bowl of ice cream. FAIL.

So yea…here’s to a new week!

Let’s Talk About Modesty

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Or lack there of perhaps?

No worries, I’m not here to judge. If you run around naked, that’s your gig. This is merely my observations regarding the subject.

As I’ve been to the gym more frequently, I’ve been thinking more and more about it.

What makes someone modest? Or not?

In no way do I consider myself an ultra-conservative modest person. When in the ladies locker room at the gym, I don’t feel the need to use one of the changing stalls to change in and out of my workout clothes/prep for my shower, but at the same time, I don’t go walking around the locker room completely free-ballin’ sans towel. {And yes, I know women can’t “free ball” but you know what I mean}

I haven’t always been this way. Before I had Rylee I was super modest. I was a member at a different gym just after Andy and I were married and I always remember thinking how I couldn’t believe all these women just walked around buck-ass nekked like it was nothing. Most of the time I wouldn’t even change at the gym. And if I did, I most definitely would not shower.

Andy and I would have long conversations about it too. He thought I was dumb for even caring. “The women aren’t there to stare at your boobies, you know.” But I just couldn’t shake it. It made me super squeamish. Even talking about it did.

He never had any problem changing or showering at the gym. Or even sitting in the steam room with nothing but a towel on. {I still can’t work myself up to do that.} He grew up going to the gym, so it was no big thing. He was taught it was no big deal and he could be comfortable in his own skin.

I’m sure that’s where it all stems from. I wasn’t raised in an environment where I even knew what “not modest” was. I remember in the 6th grade being terrified because we had to {GASP!} dress down for PE.

Here’s where this all comes together…I need to foster an attitude of comfort and freedom and pride for who she is for my daughter. I don’t want Rylee to have to wait until she bears a child to be comfortable in her own skin. I don’t want Rylee to ever be embarrassed or shy or whatever about something as trivial as having to change her clothes in front of people. {When appropriate, of course. I for sure don’t want a streaker on my hands.}

Although, even if she does go and join some nudist colony someday, I’m sure I’ll love her just the same.

The Perfect Mix

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I know I’ve blogged about it before…how I was devastated when I found out I was having a girl. What if she didn’t like hunting and fishing and camping and dirt? What if all she wanted to do was polish her nails and try on shoes and braid hair and wear pink and play house? What would I do? I was so worried I wouldn’t connect with her. I cried many ugly tears over it.

Andy always like to point out when I’m wrong, but this time I’m beating him to it. You guys? Rylee is the perfect mix of tom-boy and girlie-girl. I feel so awful the I ever had those feelings. I was so wrong to be so worried.

And as she gets older, it gets so much more apparent just how wrong I was.

Case in Point: Last Weekend

She loves to play outside. 
And she rocks her pink sparkly Dora sunglasses like it’s her job.

And wants to make sure her babies enjoy it too. In this photo she is sweetly consoling her crying baby.
{Fun side note: The bald cabbage patch doll was mine when I was little. That’s my Tommy Baby.}

She likes to dig in the rocks.

She likes to jump in mud puddles.
And she likes to hold her mama’s hand. 
{This makes my heart melt}

Post Summary: My kid rocks, I love her to pieces and I can’t imagine my life without my little girl.