Sunday, November 18, 2012

The superstar

She clocked in at an unbelievable 29 minutes.  
I am so proud of her.

Since every girl had to have an adult running buddy, I signed up to run with Hayley.  
Before the race, I said "I'm your running buddy, so stick with me, ok?"
"Ok!" she said.
2 seconds after we started, she took off through the mass crowd of runners with her friend, and I didn't see her for the rest of the race.
So I slow jogged/trotted next to another mom who was also ditched by her kid, and we chatted, until she started to tire out.  I tried to motivate her by saying the first mile is always the hardest...but she eventually dropped out of the race and left me solo.
Clearly, motivating is not my forte.
It was hard to feel competitive when I was surrounded by all these cute little girls.  Every time I passed one, I felt a little I slow jogged/trotted the rest of the way while I struggled to force my headphones to stay inside my tiny earholes. I may have the tiniest ear holes on this planet.

Tonight we attended a work event called the Blue Jeans ball.
Lots of food...lots of dancing.....lots of alcohol.
J asked the bartender what they had to drink that didn't include alcohol.  Next thing I know, he's carrying around a cup of cranberry juice.  :)
He was the perfect date. 
So glad I have a man who isn't afraid to shake it on the dance floor.  

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


We took our girls out shopping for some clothes the other day.  Hayley told me it was the greatest day of her life.

We bought some cute boots and some leggings (as well as a few other things) and they have been feeling like high class fashionistas ever since.  They look adorable.

Turns out that Tia's leggings weren't the best purchase however, as we noticed that they turn everything they TOUCH purple.  This morning we noticed that the insides of her boots were purple...her underwear was purple, her entire legs...purple.  She got in the bath and turned the bathwater purple.  And do you know what else?  The bath tub is now stained. Purple.
We have been all over the internet trying to figure out how to get the stains out.  Acetone, bleach, baking soda and vinegar.....the Magic Eraserrrrr (oooooh), but nothing has worked.  Jan-gyver...this is a plea to you, for help.   Legging stains are not my area of expertise.  Nor did I know such things existed.

Oh the high price of being fashionable... and of all things vain.
You know that one of the curses/side effects of my being pregnant with Ty was my lovely Melasma/face mask/mustache.   I have tried to not be vain, and think positive thoughts like, "It could be a lot worse than this. I could have no arms, and legs.  I could be dead."
But there comes a time when a woman has had enough of people staring at her upper lip,  wondering why the heck she doesn't just wax.  I have thought about wearing a sign that says "it's not what you think"  or "hellooo, my eyes are up here," ;)
So, in an attempt to re-feminize my face I recently spent $260 to get it peeled off.

The PCA peel which is what I purchased, is designed to happen in a series of 3.  Erica, my skin care consultant told me that Melasma is the hardest thing to treat because it runs so deep.  There are a lot of layers of skin to get through, so it will take time, and patience.
She lays me on her bed chair, which feels more like a cloud, and plays nature sounds while I close my eyes and slip into my happy place.  She layers my face with some kind of chemical and it burns.  She goes over again and again and it feels like my face is literally on fire.  It hurts so good.
"Just keep applying,"  I say.
"until it falls right off."
She cools my face by waving a chinese fan over it.  20 minutes later I'm done and hand her a $20 tip before walking out the door and praying that all that money didn't just go down the toilet.
She sends me away with several instructions.
"No exercising for a week!"  She said.  "No sweat."   "Stay OUT of the sun"  "Wear sunscreen everyday, all day for the rest of your life."  "Wear hats."

These are very difficult instructions for me to follow.  When I don't exercise I get cranky.  I sweat, I just do.  I LIVE outside in the sun, and I look hilarious in hats.  But I can and will apply sunscreen for the rest of my life, every day all day, if that is what is needed.

So far, there has been no change whatsoever in the hyperpigmentation on my face.  But even if there was, I have been told it would only be temporary.  If I remain on birth control pills, the hormones will act to increase the hyperpigmentation....If I get PREGnant, that stache is coming right back...possibly with a beard.  One day out in the sun will ruin everything that has been done to counteract the effects of these hormones.  Which leaves me the option of being a hermit in a dark cave, and practicing 100% abstinence.  (Please, like I could EVER live in a dark cave)  ;).

No more children...lots of $ spent...stressing, obsessing.
The high price of vanity.  I'm starting to conclude that in this case it may just not be worth it.
I have to teach myself that it is a mark to be proud of, as it represents my body growing the most adorable baby boy there ever was.  Right?

Meh.  I have one peel left and am requesting a bottle of bleaching cream for Christmas.....then maybe if THAT doesn't work I will go with that whole "I'm proud of my baby creating mustache" thing.  ;)

Monday, November 5, 2012

Cold days

One reason I love the fall:  Lots of snugglin' time with this guy.

He lets me put my freezing feet all over his legs at night and doesn't even complain. (That's not to say he doesn't squeal like a girl when he first feels how cold they are ;)
Today he was cozy in his sleeping bag sitting on the couch when I so intrusively unzipped the bag and invited myself in.  And there I stayed for hours while we napped and the girls watched Dining with the Dean on the computer.   Now if that isn't a perfect Sunday evening....

Ty took his first trip to nursery today.  J was a little hesitant to let him go, but Ty had NO problem being left by himself with all of the toys.  J came and got me out of primary so we could spy on the little boy through the window on the nursery door.  When I got there, he was trying to take a toy away from a little girl.  How adorable is that?  ;)

By the second half of nursery he was exhausted which caused him to have a pretty major breakdown.  Daddy happily came to his rescue.

Tia came home from school the other day so giddy.  She threw her bag down and said "Mom guess what!   Mom!! Today Vincent stood by me in line AND when it was time to go, he waved at me!!"

Hayley responded by saying "She got the boy!"
There were lots of smiles, and giggling, and jumping up and down after that.  It was a sweet moment in her life.   But seriously if this kid lays a finger on my little girl, so help me.......(and her father)...

Hayley is loving Girls on the Run, and is getting ready to run a 5k with her team (and I) in a couple of weekends.  She is also a member of a Lego League, and is really enjoying all of her time spent with friends.  I love the phase of life my kids are in right now.  So easily excited about eager to learn, so proud of their little accomplishments...self confident and outgoing. I hope they will carry those qualities with them throughout their teenage years.

Anyway, just wanted to do a quick update.  It's time for me to go warm my cold feet ;)

P.S.  One of these days, I will actually put pictures of our family in that empty frame hanging on our wall.  Right now it's a space filler.