Monday, August 30, 2010

all about Olivia

Olivia, Olivia, what can I say about Olivia?!

She is smart. She is funny. She is sarcastic. She loves her little sister. She is beautiful. She loves her cousins very much. She is in 1st Grade. She is 6 years old. She wants to be a cheerleader. She asked me last night when she can get her own car, because she wants a pink one. She loves to dance around the house. She loves to swim. She is very happy that her BFF Katie is in her class again this year. She loves Taco Bell. She eats ketchup with nearly everything. She sleeps on the top bunk of the bunk-beds and complains that nobody can sleep up there with her. She begrudgingly rides the bus to school. She makes funny faces. She loves to play Wii. She is emotional & will cry at the drop of a hat. She is sensitive. She is kind, with a bit of a mean streak. She is happy. She is loving. She is the oldest. She is very loved by her very proud mama!












Thursday, August 26, 2010

all about Rachel

Seems like there has been a lot of Olivia on here lately, so I wanted to share some of my littlest stinker too.

Rachel, Rachel, what can I say about Rachel?!


She is goofy. She is loving. She is my baby. She loves her big sister. She loves going to see her friends at day care. She is funny, & she will tell you "I funny". She is talking more & more every day. She has the cutest freckles on her cheeks. She is obsessed with bouncy balls. She loves El Reys. She may have a bit of a toddler hoarding disorder. She likes to collect things. She loves Scooby Doo. She is 2, but will be 3 in 2 months from today. She still takes a pacifier (I know, I know). She loves chocolate milk. She loves to sing. She is scared of dogs, but not bugs. She copies everything Olivia does. She loves swimming. She is most definitely a Daddy's Girl. She likes to eat, almost everything. She can do a perfect summersault. She is currently being potty-trained. She gets sad when she can't get on the bus with her sister each morning. She loves her "Do-Do" (cousin Andrew). She can climb ladders & is fearless. She is already a little bit of an instigator. She loves to laugh. She has an adorable fake cry. She says please & thank you quite regularly. She says grace before she eats. She is scared of band-aids. She is very loved by her very proud Mama.





Wednesday, August 25, 2010

jump - quotes - moving on

We all need a little bit of silly every now & then.

And this picture is nothing but fun. Oh, and it proves, that I am vertically challenged in every way possible! I promise you, that I did in fact jump. Gravity was working though & I came back down before the picture was snapped. HA!

My sister on the other hand (second from left) doesn't even look like it's any effort for her to jump. Brad & Tim (that's me between them) both have the same jumping method. Jarrett (on the right end) looks hysterically funny.




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Olivia told me the other night, "If I don't get into the bathroom right now, there is going to be a situation" -- so funny!

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On the way home from picking the girls up yesterday, a car honked in the distance. Rachel immediately yelled "HI" out the window. I jokingly asked her who that was & she said "My boyfriend, my Owen" -- Really Rachel. You are too much sometimes.

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Are you as tired of hearing me say that I want to lose weight as I am of saying it? You probably aren't as tired of it as Jarrett is. Poor guy catches the brunt of it. (I figure that is part of his husbandly duties, right?) He has a tendency to be extremely impatient, but when it comes to me being wishy-washy & down on myself he has the patience of a saint. He reassures me. He loves me, no matter what. He is, overall, a pretty good guy.

I have decided, I have been down on myself too long. I am going to be happy with me, no matter what - if Jarrett can, then so can I.

I'm done putting myself down. I'm done making excuses. I'm done being the person I don't want to be. I am making it a point to be happy.

I'd like to blame this extra poundage on stress & the grief buffet that ensued when my Grandpa was very ill & then passed. But let's face I can only blame the last 10 pounds or so on that. The rest is all me -- laziness & poor choices.

I have started anew. I have brought my lunch each day this week. I have been drinking a ton of water! I have been making better choices (aka - no McDonalds). I have been controlling my portion sizes better. I am starting to move. This lovely stretch of weather has been a great time for me to get out & take walks. The family joined me for 1, and I took 2 by myself.

I'm doing it.