Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Weight Check Wednesday

Down two point five!!! Hooray for me! Although I gotta say, I really believed that I would start May in the one seventies.  But still, I'm not having a pity party, I'm celebrating!!! So I don't make it to the one seventies until mid May, I can handle that.  No more babies means I have the rest of my life to work on this body, right? RIGHT?!?!

However, I would like to have lost a SIGNIFICANT amount of weight by the time Nick gets back at the end of summer.  I know he loves me no matter what (poor guy, he must feel like he got duped when he married that thin beautiful HAPPY sane twenty year old) but still, it sucks being on that pier with all the other women in their tank tops and shorts and toned tanned legs and killer arms and nice sucks.  So let's see...fifteen pounds by the end of summer? That's a teeny bit more than a pound a week, but it should be enough to get out of maternity clothes and NOTICE a difference in my body.  I hope.

And I've finally got into that period where if you don't exercise, you feel like crapola, so that's awesome.  I haven't been walking outside as much just because of all these kids and so I don't feel like it's doing AS MUCH for my mood as it could, but it's certainly doing SOMETHING.  It's just easier to use the EFX while everyone is napping.  Maybe if I opened the blinds and got some sun that way? Would that work, is that the same as actually BEING in the sun? I doubt it, but hey, it's worth a shot.

So that's where we are.  One eighty three.  Sigh.  But I'm happy, I really am.  Two point five baby!!!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Big Sister

We had a power outage today, and after the kids were down (thanks to my husband for thinking ahead and loading the noise machines up with batteries a while ago!) instead of cleaning the house, which desperately needs to be done, I sorted through all my pictures. So this is a random assortment taken over the last two weeks or so. Not sure why I titled it Big Sister because only a few are actually of her.

This is old news, because she lost the one right next to it a few days later.  And it all looks so gross because the new teeth are already broken through.

We met our sweet neighbors down at the park a few days ago....

Junebug spends a lot of time in the kitchen.  A LOT.  I don't know how else to keep her safe! Ugh, I wish I'd cropped the mess out from behind her...

It is my life's ambition to have that high-top counter top clean.  It has NEVER happened.

Oops, back at the park.  Too lazy to move things around...

Scott spent well over an hour playing with these vines.  I'm telling ya, that boy ain't right. 

Watching TV in Mama's room is a guilt please reserved for when Daddy is underwater. 

My sweet baby.  Is she old enough for the crib? Can't be!!! But she is.  Sigh. She still sleeps in my room at night, but I've been napping her in her own room so I can use the elliptical without worrying about waking her up.

Had to take the second shot so I can pretend I hadn't had a blanket on her, but now you can't see her face.  And I ONLY use a blanket if she's NAPPING, not sleeping, and only if she's bare armed. 

Here's Warren enjoying my birthday cake...

And driving his car (a STRICTLY garage toy, which I got for fifty cents at a garage sale, by the way) in my kitchen.  And I don't even care.

Phew.  Now I can move about a hundred pictures out of my 'to edit and post' folder.  You have NO IDEA what a relief that is!!!

Easter Pictures

Well, for our second Easter in a row with no Daddy (and a Mama who does NOT do things like dye eggs, arrange hunts, or set up baskets from the Easter Bunny) we started a little late with dying eggs.  On Saturday night.  I cooked all those eggs a few days before, with every intention of getting a jump start on the whole shebang, but hey.  You know how that goes.

I also got a speed flash for my birthday (thanks Grandpa Matt!!!) so I was super excited to use that.  I had a little bit of a hard time, I think because our ceilings are literally twenty feet tall, so I can't really bounce the flash off the ceiling, and the table is pretty far from the walls, so I can't really bounce it off the walls...but I like it.  I think it makes a pretty big difference.

Not sure if it's the flash or the fact that my children are...special...but this is Warren's new face whenever I get the camera out.  Boy LOVES to have his picture taken, but seriously? He thinks this is the look I want to preserve for all eternity?

Fine, you got me.  I totally want to preserve that face for all eternity :)

Ava had a TOTAL blast.

Scott was into it for about three eggs, then he was more interested in mixing the cups and all that jazz.  Surprising, I know.

And we wouldn't be Engelbrechts if we didn't make a royal mess.

And then I did the whole Easter Bunny crapola.  Sigh.  I really am a mother. 

I guess it was worth it :)

After eating all the candy and hunting for all the eggs, Dub needed a break.  

Yes, my two year old uses a paci while he sleeps.  Guess what? So does my FOUR YEAR OLD.  Dare ya to say sumpin.

Then they all sat and watched Shrek.  I think that should be our Easter tradition.  Shrek's just cooky enough to make me feel a little bit less like a Stepford Mom.  
I could NOT for the life of me get that flash to stop bouncing off Ava's basket.  Nor could I get Ava to MOVE her basket. 

Then we headed to our boat picnic.  It was FABULOUS.  Now, I hate the boat being out as much as the next gal, but I LOVE that the wives group- excuse me, we're not supposed to call it that, we have to be PC and call it the Family Readiness Group, gag me- bands together to make things awesome.  Laura and Emily (not spelled right, sorry to anyone who knows her) set it all up with an egg hunt and potluck at the beach and it was a total blast.  I had so much fun!! And I think the kids had a good time too.

Sigh.  This is literally the only picture I took of Junebug on her very first Easter.  What kind of mother am I? Not only did I only get ONE picture, but it was of another Mama taking care of her because four at the beach is too much for me!!!
Thanks Ericka! I won't even be offended if she calls you Mama.

Then we headed down to the shallow part of the beach to round out the day.  Every now and then, I see a tiny sliver of what's good on Guam, and it's GREAT.

 Yes, we had a completely commercialized Easter.  They know Easter is to celebrate Jesus, but I sort of dropped the ball on the whole shebang. Here's hoping I get a chance to do it right.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

I Don't Get It

I don't understand how we went from this...

To this.....

In just three short months.

I mean, besides the emotional aspect of my very LAST baby growing up, I don't get the physical aspect. How do they grow THAT FAST? I feel like sometimes if I look at her long enough, I could literally WATCH her get bigger.  Doesn't it hurt? I mean, it's not just that adorable pudge she's growing on her thighs or those nippable jowels, her arms and legs are getting longer too! Oh, Daisy June.  Just stop, I changed my mind, I DO love the baby baby stage.


And yes.  We sleep on our bellies.  Don't tell anyone. I avoid every single other risk factor in the book.  I NEVER smoke, let alone when I'm pregnant.  I don't drink at all either, both while pregnant and not.  She doesn't sleep in my bed (for the most part).  She uses a paci (when I can get her to take it) and I have a ceiling fan AND an old fashioned one in the corner.  No blankets or stuffed animals.  And even though her grunting and moaning wakes me up, I'm keeping her in my room until six months.  So yes, we sleep on our bellies, but I follow every single other rule to the T.  I already agonize about it and I already feel guilty, so please, I'm begging you, don't scold me about it.  Please.

And yes, that's a blue paci.  Gross.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Junebug Loves Ava

Somebody out here sure LOVES her big sister.  I 'let' Ava start Daisy's bath while I loaded the dishwasher tonight (less than six inches away, so calm down, my foot was literally under the stool that Ava was standing on, Daisy was TOTALLY safe) and Daisy could NOT keep her eyes off her! It was the craziest thing I've ever seen! Then she started talking up a storm, never taking her eyes off Ava, but I can never remember how to get to the videocamera on my phone, so I missed it.  Bummer.

In other news, Ava's class when out on the beach today to look for hermit crabs.  She found two, and since I wasn't paying attention when she asked if she could bring hers home, she brought them home! Ugh.  We are QUITE OBVIOUSLY a strictly no pets household.  Those things die after like four hours, right? Maybe a praying mantis will get them, I made her leave them on the back porch.  Ugh. I'll feel them crawling on me all night, I just know it.

I survived my first day.  Nick's got eight years left, so... one down, two thousand nine hundred and twenty to go.  And technically, today was only a half day, Nick got everyone up and fed and dressed.  Ugh.

Year Two: Warren

So, this has been a few months in the makings.  Is it "a few months in the making" or "a few months in the makingS"? I'm leaning towards no S, but then if you switched to "a few months in the works" you would use the S. So what should I do?

Anyway, most of the four of you know that I have a guilty pleasure here.  She's all sappy and pie in the sky and while I read the words she writes, I literally throw up in my mouth a little bit.  I mean, really? It's like an English lit class on...I don't know.  Something that makes it EXTREME.  In fact, I'm gagging just thinking about it.  She's so desperate to sound a certain way...but yeah.  I can't get enough.  I follow her blog and obsess over her pictures and just cannot. get. enough.  It's VERY weird.

Anyway, one day she posted this and down at end, she shared a link for her book, way down at the bottom of her page.  And I poured over that and loved that just as much, and I HAD to have one.  Nevermind that looked into it and hers was over a hundred and sixty bucks.  Nevermind that to do one for each life of each of my children (this was in November) would have run me into a thousand bucks.  Nevermind that I don't have the time or the patience or, I don't know, the PHOTOGRAPHS to fill these books.  I had to have one.

So I made one.  For Warren, for his second year.  It's way way WAY smaller than hers, but you know what? I don't really mind.  It took me six months, but I don't really mind about that either.  Would I like to go back and do each year? Sure.  Am I going to? Probably not.  But I would like to start Ava's for this year and MAYBE Scott's for last year and then start on this year, but who knows.  Because I also have a lot of actual paper scrapbooking to do- I do NOT love the digital look.  I was afraid I might, and who knows, maybe I will when I get the book.  But for now, I have a lot of actual scrapping to do.  And a lot of working out.  And feeding my little Junebug.  And trying to get Warren to either stop pooping his pants or stop taking his diapers off to pee in the toilet.  And making dinner and giving baths because, you guessed it- Nick is gone.  Again. For...let's just call it the entire summer.  He'll be home for a week in the middle, but he'll still have to work, it won't be a week off.  But my mama is going to come and rescue me, so that's what I'm trying to focus on.

Anyway.  If you want to see the book, you either follow this link, or try the big picture of it, I'm not sure which one would be easier.  This newfangled internet still confuses me.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Weight Check Wednesday

I was going to go with Weight Loss Wednesday, but let's be real.  Probably fifty percent of the time I will either stay the same or gain, so we might as well stick with Check.  Sigh.

Going on a diet a six months pregnant seemed to help a teeny tiny bit.  By that point (about twenty six weeks) I had gained a grand total for forty two pounds, going from one fifty to one ninety two.  Nevermind that when I got knocked up at one fifty, I was still five or ten pounds above my WW Goal Weight after I delivered the Body Destroyer, Warren.  I started WW when that little stinker was about four months old and seriously, the weight FLEW off for about three months, then it started to get harder, we started moving from VA to CT and CT to MS and I stalled out at the one fifty mark.  So that's where we were when Dr. Staben told me to get back on WW and try not to gain ANY more weight, with her ultimate goal being that I lose about five pounds before I delivered.

And I was doing really really REALLY well with maintaining that weight (I even lost the same two pounds over and over!) until Nick came home and we funneled into Christmas and the move to base housing.  I was too pregnant and miserable to cook or exercise and the only thing I could think about was getting that baby OUT of my BODY!!!  So I delivered at about two hundred and five pounds.

I know.  I can't believe it either.  But I was about two fifteen when I delivered Warren so....who knows.

Anyway, since I was having my fourth, I already knew that I wasn't going to lose fifteen pounds in the hospital like normal women.   You figure eight pound baby, couple pounds for the placenta, and a few more for blood and water and you at least get fifteen, right? Notso, Darling.  Shout out if you've read the book and know what I'm talking about :) Anyway, I swelled up like a balloon (as usual) in the hospital and came home at about one ninety five.  Ten pounds lighter.  With an eight pound baby.

Fast forward six weeks and I'm about one eighty eight at my check up, which I was a little proud of, considering that I had been eating out with family in town and my only exercise had been walking to the mail boxes, which left me winded and gasping for breath.  So that's when I said I was going to get back into the swing of WW and walking with Brandi and get this show on the road.

Daisy is now ten weeks and four days and I am at one eighty five.  To be honest, I thought I would have gotten below the one eighties by now.  I mean, I'm still so swelled up, I don't understand why that's still around.  Is it the heat? The fact that I put salt on everything that touches my lips? The diet cokes? I don't know.  I mean, I'm still in full on maternity clothes, which I guess is fine, but like my socks leave big groves in my ankles, as does my waistebands and my watch.  I have told myself that I'm back on WW for serious, but I have been cheating like crazy and not drinking my water, even though I KNOW that when you drink your water, you lose.  It's like a proven fact.

BUT, I have been exercising about five or six days a week (walking, EFX, and a strength training tape, nothing too too strenuous because it's hard work propelling all this weight around!!) and as much as I hate to agree with Tom Cruise, exercising is like a miracle drug for my mood.  Obviously it goes without saying that if I NEED to be medicated for my particular brand of crazy, I totally will.  But for now, I don't know, something about walking outside with that sunshine on my face, tanning my flabby arms (everyone knows fat looks thinner if it's tan!) it just feels good.  Very very good.

So we're at one eighty five.  I do my weeks Wednesday to Wednesday to try and put the weekend right in the middle.  I get twenty nine points a day (have I mentioned how much I do not LOVE the new system?!?!?) with an additional forty nine play points over the week.  I can also earn activity points, and I do, averaging three a day.  All fruit is now free (zero points) which I like because I can eat some serious bananas, but I feel like it may pose a problem later because, well, I can eat some serious bananas.  And there's a LOT of sugar (and calories) in bananas.  But for now, I'm ignoring that little voice and when I'm hungry, I eat a banana.  Or a chocolate shake from McDonalds.  Whichever.

And, even though you don't technically HAVE to gain sixty five pounds to have a healthy baby (who knew, right?) my body DID grow these little miracles and give them life.  So I guess it's not all bad.

But now my body is officially CLOSED FOR BUSINESS and it's time to start getting control over the entire situation again.  For good this time!!! HOORAY!!!

Monday, April 4, 2011

My Baby Is Four

Well, here we are again.  Another birthday.  With four kids, I guess I'll spend the rest of my life dealing with birthdays, right? Thank goodness I have at least one not all bunched in with the rest, or I'd be going insane.  I've got Ava out all by her lonesome at the end of October, but then everything rushes right into Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Then, as soon as you catch your breath, we've got Nick and Daisy at the end of January, Warren at the end of February, and Scott right here at the very beginning of April.  What was I thinking, spacing them like that? Ugh.

I'm not actually that sentimental about it this year.  Does that make me a lousy mother? Girl, the list of things that make me a lousy mother is so long, this barely registers.  It's just that Scott...I don't know.  He's my special guy.  I don't want him to stay a little baby, because he's such a great guy that I want to see what happens with him.  And he's sort of mature (minus the constant whining and crying) so I sort thought he turned four a while ago and was turning five today.  Oops. But if you're interested in that sort of sentimental "oooh, I remember the day he was born!!!" sort of nonsense, you can check out my nervous breakdown and what I remember of his birth here, from his birthday last year.  I'd just moved to this Little Island That Couldn't and was a bit...shall we say...crazy?

Since we JUST had Warren's party and I didn't want to make all of our friends drag themselves on over for yet ANOTHER Team Engelbrecht BBQ, we told Scott that he and Warren were sharing that party (and I even had the foresight to tell him this BEFORE the party!!!) and so today we just did cake and presents as a family.  Well, actually, we did it last night.  You never know when Nick will be getting home from work, so it's best to keep anything you want to make sure about to the weekends.
Check it Out, I Misspelled Birrthday! The Mac underlines anything you misspell....unless you're working in Photoshop. Anyone know how to fix that?

Have you ever seen a kid STOP unwrapping his presents so that he could examine the directions on the back of the mirror you got him for his bike? The completely plain and boring and no-Buzz-Lightyear-In-Sight mirror? Me neither.  Until yesterday.  Ahhh, Scott.  What a guy.

In other news...MY MOM BOUGHT HER PLANE TICKET!!!! She's actually going to come and take care of all these kids so that I can lay on the couch and watch endless hours of tv and read all the books I've got stacked up in my bedroom and go to the movies every night and come home to a clean house and eat meals that she's going to cook- right Mom? Right?

That sound you hear? That's my mama laughing at us.  But who cares, she's coming to visit!!! She'll be here June 10th and you better believe I'm gonna find a countdown calendar to put on the top of this bliggity blog.  Nick is pretty much going to be in and out and then mostly out all of late spring and summer and fall, so I need some help over here!!!

Anyway, Happy Birthday to my Favorite First Son.  I love that little engineer.
Tried to find a picture of Scott with his favorite Mama, but alas-of the four pictures I have of me,  none are with Scott.  HINT HINT NICK!!!

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Cute Free Frames

Do ya'll ever go to They have some cute free stuff every now and then, and right now she's got these super cute frames here.  Is it legal for me to link that there? I mean, they're free, so I can't imagine she would mind if I did...but who knows.  Here's hoping the internet police don't come all the way to Guam to get me. Anyway, apparently if you know what you're doing in photoshop (unlike ME, but maybe you can figure it out for me Angela?) you can paint all these frames different colors and stuff. That would be so awesome! I tried and it just ended up a big blob of pale pink.  Sigh.

And I hate to disappoint, but the adorable baby is NOT included in the free download.  Sorry Charlie :)