May 23, 2012

Recent phone pics

My phone has been my only photographing tool lately. My Nikon is broken, but I did whip out the hubs' Canon yesterday so I hope to get some real pics up. I'm beginning to miss photography. In the mean time, though, here are some recent pics of the many faces of Solomon.

May 18, 2012


That's how much I weighted this morning.

Which. Is. AWESOME!

So, I have been a skinny bean pole my whole life. Around the time I found out I was pregnant I weighted somewhere between 125-130, which was the most I have ever weighted. I'm 5'7" so 130 is the average weight for that height. During my pregnancy I gained around 40-45 pounds, which I know isn't terrible but it wasn't necessarily ideal either. I lost 10 pounds of baby, placenta, and water immediately and in the last 16 weeks I have lost 15 more pounds. That's about a pound a week. Somehow, I thought it would have dissappeared fast, but alas, my body seems to like the weight, hense the reason for this post...

I started working out Monday! I'm not really all that excited about it. I have never had to work out before and I never really wanted to start, but it looks like I'm being forced. I was not-so-secretely hoping that nursing would take care of it all for me.
There it is.

Looks like a pretty simple core routine, right? WRONG! This thing kicked my butt on Monday. I found it on Pinterest and I'm sorry but it did not have the proper link attached to it...not my fault. The caption stated that you should perform each one 20x each without resting in between and then repeat 1-2 times. I did 10 reps of each and repeated once, without stopping I might add...with my head held high! OH. MY...for the love of all that is good and holy...I was dying. I was seriously so incredibly sore for the next 3 days. My ribs, by upper and lower abs, and my back were killing me and I loved it! It's something I can do to work my way into this whole "working out" thing. I know my body needed it because it was screaming profanities I would never repeat out loud.

So, of course, I wallowed in my sore core for 3 days and then decided I had better work to keep it up today. Solomon and I went for a long walk to grab lunch and then say hi to dad who was working a couple blocks away. When we got back I did this routine again and then added squats, lunges, and jumping jacks after. I am also working on my arms with light dumb bells. I was still feeling it again today but I feel so much better being active, and Solomon loved watching me do jumping jacks. Seriously, he was screaming with delight. That kid kills me.
Here we are on the porch afterwards. My legs were killing me.

Oh, and just a funny little thing I found, since I love pictures so much...
I am using John's computer because my screen is busted and I found this in Photobooth. We must have taken it after one of the 9 times we got back together. Look at that curly hair! I'm glad we got our act together and made this stick. I sure do love that man.

May 9, 2012

16 weeks pregnant

I had this dream last night that felt so real. John mentioned to me in the dream that he thought I might be pregnant. So we were discussing that possibility when I realized I was already pregnant, sixteen weeks pregnant. We forgot that I was already pregnant and I couldn't believe I was so far along already. I got in touch with our midwife right away to make an appointment to see her. I don't remember all of the dream but it was pretty much like day to day life.

When I woke up at 3:30am to feed Solomon I was thinking "Oh no! I really wanted to wait a little while longer to get pregnant because I wanted to enjoy my first baby boy being a baby." That is how real this dream was; I really thought I was pregnant. So first thing this morning I jump up and go take a pregnancy test because it freaked me out a little even though I knew I wasn't. I mean, we would be more than happy to take another little one whenever God makes that happen, but I am thankful for the time to enjoy my first baby for a little while longer.

May 1, 2012

The Spirit of Laziness

It's been 3 months since I had Solomon and for the first 6 weeks I did nothing. I was chained to the couch and Solomon was chained to me, well more like my chest. All I did was snuggle with my baby, watch movies/TV shows, and try to sleep. I was ok with that because I knew that I wanted to take full advantage of my first son being a newborn. I knew it would flash before my eyes so I was all for soaking it up. John was, and still is, so helpful with the baby and the house, especially the dishes since they seem to be my arch nemesis.

When the seventh week rolled around I was ready to make some magic happen around the house. I cleaned and did the best I could while taking care of a newborn. I felt satisfied and proud of myself for making an effort and accomplishing several tasks a day.

So, I don't know what happened. Somehow I regressed back to the chained-to-the-couch phase. I don't mean, taking a break, or just a couple days a week. I mean, every single day I was on the couch watching TV shows and feeding/changing the baby. I stopped going on walks, stopped cleaning, stopped picking up after myself, stopped folding laundry, stopped cooking or cleaning dishes.

I have been feeling very lazy.

John has still been so good. He doesn't harp on me for not doing anything and praises me when I do, even though I know he gets frustrated sometimes. It's all me. I keep feeling worthless for doing nothing but have absolutely no desire or energy to make myself do anything. I feed myself, of course, because I'm nursing, but beyond that it's nothing.

I was talking to a friend at church about how I was feeling and she said I was being too hard on myself. It's only been 3 months and my life has taken a huge shift that I need to give myself time to adjust to. She prayed with me about not letting the enemy make me feel like I'm not being who I'm supposed to be and I felt much better afterwards.

As I was talking to John about it later at lunch, I realized that it's not the chores that are making me feel lazy, it's the lack of the Lord's presence in my daily life. I have not been reading His word and seeking His face. I barely listen to praise and worship music and I barely even pray over my family. I have not been seeking the Lord and therefore opened a door for the spirit of laziness to enter into my life.

I have never wanted anything more than to be a wife and a mom. Sure, I have dreams about art and music but as far as who I want to be, it has always been a wife and mom. Now that I have both of those I feel like I have gotten everything the Lord has promised me, but honestly it's harder than I thought it would be. I have the two most rewarding jobs, but they also happen to be the hardest. They are constant, never ending, 24/7, without breaks or vacations, and they will last a lifetime, and without the Lord to guide me I am useless. Without the Lord's presence in my life I am more harm than good to my family. I can have everything I want but without Him, it all means nothing. Without God, my title as wife and mom is just a job, but with Him it becomes my life, my ministry, my purpose, who I was created to be.

It doesn't mean I won't have hard days, lazy days, or even mess up but it does mean that I can't fail.

It is God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet if deer, and sets me on my high places. Psalms 18:32-33

My little nakey baby

April 26, 2012

Holy Roly Poly Batman!

My little man rolled over today! Well, it's just from his stomach to his back, but that doesn't mean that I didn't think it was the coolest thing ever! I didn't think I could be so excited about something like that but apparently I was wrong. I laid him on this stomach and turned around to put in Baby Einstein. When I turned bak around he was on his back! I was in shock! What a big boy I have.