Well it is Friday. Just me and 6 kids today. ;) I made some cinnamon pancakes for breakfast. Which everyone enjoyed. I sent some with Summer for her to enjoy at work and Paul swung by and picked some up as well. I made way too much. Dakota had 3!! LOL He is my biggest fan. LOL I put some dishes in the dishwasher, in between nursing Elise and the Boyd girls potty breaks. They haven't had an accident at my house in 3 days now. They are doing super using the potty. My trick, taking away the diaper. No pull up. Nothing. Naked butt's work best. It worked for each of my kids who were potty trained before they were 25 months. And now it is working great for the Boyd girls now. They are almost 29 months now, I think. Now my exercise today will hopefully be more than yesterday. Maybe it will be Wii Biggest Loser work out. We'll see what I can manage. I'm gonna try to do that during nap. Right now I am trying to clean in between feedings. I will check back in around then......
A fussy baby is putting a hamper on my exercise plans... Gonna try to do some floor exercises... Did 100 Knee up's and squats. Well I guess if that's all I get in, it's better than nothing...
Stats:
Mood - Pretty good
Weight - 207.6 lbs
Consumption - orange juice, pancakes with syrup, banana, water, water, whole wheat chicken breast sandwich with lettuce and onions, chips, potato salad, some dirt cake, water, water
Until next time...
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
New Year means control!
Reworking my life. I'm taking it back. My life is busy. When you have 4 children aged 4 and under there is no way you are not busy. Not to mention breastfeeding every 1-3 hours definitely puts a damper of spending any time on yourself. But I am determined. I need me time. To be sane I need me time.
I also need man time. And yes i mean my man, Paul. I need time alone with him. Time when we actually look at each other's faces and talk. Not text, not web chat, not scream over loud children. But literally time to just quietly talk and see each others eyes. I need hugs and kisses and to feel loved. February 14th will mark 13 years of love. After 13 years of being together and nearly 12 years of marriage you really have to remember to still do the little things. Simple things like kiss each other goodbye and hello, or writing little notes to each other. Remembering what is important or what was fun. We have to remember that in 25 years all these kids will most likely be out of the house and we will be left with each other. So our relationship is the most important.
I need to rework my home. Things need to be put back into order. I feel like I've lost control of my home. Organization is gone, Mess is everywhere. Our meals feel rushed and not a family event to enjoy. This needs to change. Which is hard because our house is very small and we do not have a dining area. But it has to change. Everything needs to be clean an put back in a specific place. And time with family doing nothing needs to be enforced. Not just tasks and places we have to be. Between homeschooling, taekwondo, dance, and soon to be girl scouts we have to figure out some free fun time!
My body.... has been lost and I neeeeeeeeed to find it again! I am going to open my self and bare my sole and weight loss experience here in my blogging. Because I need someone to hold me accountable. Even if it is myself. LOL I need to find the time to just burn off my frustration and stresses. I was fully addicted to exercise before I got pregnant with Elise. Now it's time to for an exercise addiction to replace a lazy butt/food addiction. LOL
So Happy New Year and LaRae, welcome to your new life, take it back!
Stat's
Mood: tired
Weight: ....sigh....210.0 lbs. (Not my heaviest, not my lightest. 3 pounds less than pre-pregnancy, so not that horrid of a starting place.)
Consumption: Not good, lots of junk. Breakfast went well with Kashi Berry Crumble and whole wheat toast. Lunch was whole wheat bread and Beefaroni. Then I went stupid and ate some chips, dip, and chocolate. I also had a banana and an apple. I am hungry right now, but am trying to decide if it is hunger because I am trying to not eat the whole cupboard, or if I am actually hungry.
Until next time....
I also need man time. And yes i mean my man, Paul. I need time alone with him. Time when we actually look at each other's faces and talk. Not text, not web chat, not scream over loud children. But literally time to just quietly talk and see each others eyes. I need hugs and kisses and to feel loved. February 14th will mark 13 years of love. After 13 years of being together and nearly 12 years of marriage you really have to remember to still do the little things. Simple things like kiss each other goodbye and hello, or writing little notes to each other. Remembering what is important or what was fun. We have to remember that in 25 years all these kids will most likely be out of the house and we will be left with each other. So our relationship is the most important.
I need to rework my home. Things need to be put back into order. I feel like I've lost control of my home. Organization is gone, Mess is everywhere. Our meals feel rushed and not a family event to enjoy. This needs to change. Which is hard because our house is very small and we do not have a dining area. But it has to change. Everything needs to be clean an put back in a specific place. And time with family doing nothing needs to be enforced. Not just tasks and places we have to be. Between homeschooling, taekwondo, dance, and soon to be girl scouts we have to figure out some free fun time!
My body.... has been lost and I neeeeeeeeed to find it again! I am going to open my self and bare my sole and weight loss experience here in my blogging. Because I need someone to hold me accountable. Even if it is myself. LOL I need to find the time to just burn off my frustration and stresses. I was fully addicted to exercise before I got pregnant with Elise. Now it's time to for an exercise addiction to replace a lazy butt/food addiction. LOL
So Happy New Year and LaRae, welcome to your new life, take it back!
Stat's
Mood: tired
Weight: ....sigh....210.0 lbs. (Not my heaviest, not my lightest. 3 pounds less than pre-pregnancy, so not that horrid of a starting place.)
Consumption: Not good, lots of junk. Breakfast went well with Kashi Berry Crumble and whole wheat toast. Lunch was whole wheat bread and Beefaroni. Then I went stupid and ate some chips, dip, and chocolate. I also had a banana and an apple. I am hungry right now, but am trying to decide if it is hunger because I am trying to not eat the whole cupboard, or if I am actually hungry.
Until next time....
Saturday, January 8, 2011
My Hoover Vacuum named Dakota
I can't help but thank my dog for always cleaning up the mess after the kids eat. LOL I know dog spit is gross. And we can always clean the things that need cleaned afer the dog, but to not have to worry about picking up all the little pieces of food is really nice. He's my big hoover vacuum named Dakota. :)
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
It's the Most Depressing Time of the Year
Christmas just a few days away leaves me, to be completely honest, lonely and kinda empty inside. It has been 10 years since my dad died. It never gets easier. I suppose you learn how to deal with the emotions better as the years go on, but it never gets easier. You never get over it, and the pain never really goes away. I always think of what dad would say to my kids? Would they have called him Papa or Grandpa? Would he have sat in his pajamas all day and played with the kids and they're new toys? What would he have given them for Christmas? What would he tell them about Santa? What stories would he have shared? The questions and wondering's are endless. They never go away. What does go away, is that my memories are fading. His smell, his laugh, the sound of his voice are all fading. I find it hard to recall the little things about my dad that I still hold so dear.
I try to do my best and focus on the happy things, my children and their excitement for instance. But it's always there in the back of head. It never leaves, the pain and the missing him, never leaves. Everyone always says "It's the most wonderful time of the year", but to me, it is the hardest time of the year.
Until next time...
I try to do my best and focus on the happy things, my children and their excitement for instance. But it's always there in the back of head. It never leaves, the pain and the missing him, never leaves. Everyone always says "It's the most wonderful time of the year", but to me, it is the hardest time of the year.
Until next time...
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Nursing Elise
Before you read on please note that this may be graphic to some. I will be discussing breastfeeding in detail. It's your choice to continue on reading or not...
Breastfeeding has been a challenge at times. Every child is different. As always I have trouble with the first couple weeks with my body getting used to the demands upon it. My nipples tend to crack and bleed. On top of that normal issue, Elise and I have trouble with the right side.
I should mention that I nurse using the football hold. I have never been able to do any other position well mainly because my breasts are too large. I can't get a position that doesn't suffocate the baby. But the football hold works, and I got used to using it with my twins, who were excellent nursers! I nursed them simultaneously. They were the easiest nursing experience of all my children. Oddly enough.
Back to Elise. For some reason I can never get them to latch right, that is my singletons. I think maybe I try too hard or something. :) If I was busier like with twins maybe it would be less of a challenge. But nonetheless. I am determined to nurse this one at least to a year. Jasperlyn stopped nursing at 9 weeks. I pumped then for 10 months. So she got breast milk only until right before her 1st birthday. But I would really like to just nurse and it not be such a hassle. So despite a fairly severe tear on my right nipple I'm persevering on. I am nursing more on the left. And I am pumping on the right, when i skip a right nursing.
Nonetheless.... this will be an ongoing adventure i am sure....
Until next time...
Breastfeeding has been a challenge at times. Every child is different. As always I have trouble with the first couple weeks with my body getting used to the demands upon it. My nipples tend to crack and bleed. On top of that normal issue, Elise and I have trouble with the right side.
I should mention that I nurse using the football hold. I have never been able to do any other position well mainly because my breasts are too large. I can't get a position that doesn't suffocate the baby. But the football hold works, and I got used to using it with my twins, who were excellent nursers! I nursed them simultaneously. They were the easiest nursing experience of all my children. Oddly enough.
Back to Elise. For some reason I can never get them to latch right, that is my singletons. I think maybe I try too hard or something. :) If I was busier like with twins maybe it would be less of a challenge. But nonetheless. I am determined to nurse this one at least to a year. Jasperlyn stopped nursing at 9 weeks. I pumped then for 10 months. So she got breast milk only until right before her 1st birthday. But I would really like to just nurse and it not be such a hassle. So despite a fairly severe tear on my right nipple I'm persevering on. I am nursing more on the left. And I am pumping on the right, when i skip a right nursing.
Nonetheless.... this will be an ongoing adventure i am sure....
Until next time...
Ellise
Wow its been forever since I posted last! So I guess I'll start with Elise.
On November 22, 2010, I woke up with contractions that were very painful around 3:00 am. Around 7 or so we all headed to Labor and Delivery at St. Mary's Hospital. Luckily being 2 blocks away makes for a quick trip. :) After monitoring me for an hour the nurse came in and said, "Well you are having contractions." (I love how nurses never believe you and then come and tell you exactly what you have already told them...) Since according to 1 of my ultrasounds I was due December 9, (although other ultrasounds all pointed to being due November 28, the doc had to go by the December due date just in case). They decided to go ahead with a c-section even though she would be presumably 3 weeks early.
For those of you who have never had a c-section I will tell you my story... First they put an IV in each arm. Yes that is two IV's. They take you into a surgical room and have you straddle the bed and lean into as much of a ball as you can. They have you arch your back like a mad cat. This is when you get your spinal or epidural. I got a spinal. They first gave me a numbing shot prior to the spinal. And thought the spinal doesn't sting like a shot. It hurts with an odd pressure. But once its in your whole body goes lax. In fact, this last time I couldn't talk. It felt so weird. My blood pressure dropped and I got sick to my stomach and felt out of body like. The anesthesiologist told me this was normal. Then after strapping down my arms and blocking my vision of my lower half they began the surgery and had Paul come in.
At 12:12 pm on November 22, 2010 Elise Christine Roberts was born weighing in at exactly 8 pounds and she was 19 inches. She screamed and screamed and wouldn't stop till she was right by my face and I was talking to her. And then she returned to screaming and continued for the entire time she was being cleaned, checked, and observed in the nursery.
She had swallowed some amniotic fluid so she was monitored for a couple hours before I could have her in my room with me. I had an emotional yelling spree at the nurses after one of them ignored my breastfeeding request and gave Elise a bottle without my permission.
My hospital stay was much like a vacation. I love the quiet and naps whenever I felt like. Room service with any kind of food I wanted. It was fabulous. Recovery from this c-section was the easiest yet. Could have been because this pregnancy had been the most difficult for me. We were released on Thanksgiving. On this day Elise weighed in at 7 lbs and 2 ounces.
At her 2 week check up she weighed 8 lbs and 11 1/2 ounces, and she was 20 inches tall.
Until next time.....
On November 22, 2010, I woke up with contractions that were very painful around 3:00 am. Around 7 or so we all headed to Labor and Delivery at St. Mary's Hospital. Luckily being 2 blocks away makes for a quick trip. :) After monitoring me for an hour the nurse came in and said, "Well you are having contractions." (I love how nurses never believe you and then come and tell you exactly what you have already told them...) Since according to 1 of my ultrasounds I was due December 9, (although other ultrasounds all pointed to being due November 28, the doc had to go by the December due date just in case). They decided to go ahead with a c-section even though she would be presumably 3 weeks early.
For those of you who have never had a c-section I will tell you my story... First they put an IV in each arm. Yes that is two IV's. They take you into a surgical room and have you straddle the bed and lean into as much of a ball as you can. They have you arch your back like a mad cat. This is when you get your spinal or epidural. I got a spinal. They first gave me a numbing shot prior to the spinal. And thought the spinal doesn't sting like a shot. It hurts with an odd pressure. But once its in your whole body goes lax. In fact, this last time I couldn't talk. It felt so weird. My blood pressure dropped and I got sick to my stomach and felt out of body like. The anesthesiologist told me this was normal. Then after strapping down my arms and blocking my vision of my lower half they began the surgery and had Paul come in.
At 12:12 pm on November 22, 2010 Elise Christine Roberts was born weighing in at exactly 8 pounds and she was 19 inches. She screamed and screamed and wouldn't stop till she was right by my face and I was talking to her. And then she returned to screaming and continued for the entire time she was being cleaned, checked, and observed in the nursery.
She had swallowed some amniotic fluid so she was monitored for a couple hours before I could have her in my room with me. I had an emotional yelling spree at the nurses after one of them ignored my breastfeeding request and gave Elise a bottle without my permission.
My hospital stay was much like a vacation. I love the quiet and naps whenever I felt like. Room service with any kind of food I wanted. It was fabulous. Recovery from this c-section was the easiest yet. Could have been because this pregnancy had been the most difficult for me. We were released on Thanksgiving. On this day Elise weighed in at 7 lbs and 2 ounces.
At her 2 week check up she weighed 8 lbs and 11 1/2 ounces, and she was 20 inches tall.
Until next time.....
Friday, July 23, 2010
Confused!!!!!!!!!!
So I had an ultrasound yesterday. At first they were scanning the bottom of my belly and said, "It's definitely a boy." Then later they had to switch the scanner and then the tech went straight to the top of my stomach and said, "It's definitely a girl." Then she had someone else come in and verify and they agreed with the first tech. The first picture was a boy, the second a girl. But no one says twins, they just rushed us out of there, and said you'll have another ultrasound before you deliver.... What the heck does that mean?!?! So now I'm freaking out.
On the plus side. The baby or babies are moving A LOT and that makes me happy.
On the plus side. The baby or babies are moving A LOT and that makes me happy.
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