All the Sun For You

A mom, two boys, a husband, and a whole lot of adventure!


Happy For Them…

I’m ashamed to admit this, but here it is.

The other kid left the ICU today. Sam did not. As they wheeled the other kid down the hall to the elevators, his family happily following behind, I felt bitter. The same bitterness that I was ashamed of when trying to get pregnant… Happy for them, sad for us.

This is not how it was supposed to go.

36 more critical hours…


We Need Prayers

I’m not the praying kind until there’s a tragedy, so I feel like a hypocrite. But we need prayers right now. Turns out, everyone was worried about the wrong person in the accident and my cousin is in very bad shape. We need a good 72 hours. Please pray for Sam.

I think his friend is stabilized, but we don’t really know. So K needs prayers too.

I can’t believe this.


Counting on Nature

My extended family had a rough day today, and because of my closeness in proximity to my cousin who had her phone turned off at work, I had to receive a frantic, upsetting phone call and then deliver the news to her. What happened isn’t my story to tell, but the impact of the situation is still unknown and I’m very worried about my youngest cousin (the baby between both sides of my family). Being a mother myself, I’ve learned that even if your kid walks away from a bad situation mostly physically unscathed, that the impact of his actions to those around him can be just as hard, or even harder, to handle than most physical harm that could come to him.

Oh the things we learn and lose sleep over once we become parents.

So after a very mentally exhausting day that ended with no peace of mind, I just wanted to go out with my family for dinner. Dinner was great, until it wasn’t, but watching the boys befriend ducks and geese and bunnies at our little town center ended the day as well as it could be ended. You can always count on nature for that! ūüėĀ

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Random FB Sale #3

I sometimes post stupid shit on FB because what’s stupid to me might be awesome to someone else.

One time (random FB sale #1), I sold a spinning shower brush for $5 within 30 seconds of posting it, and people lined up for it. That remains, to this day, my fastest ever sale.

Another time (random FB sale #2), I sold a hideous Santa doll that Hottie had found in a random tub… For $5. It was complete with an “authentic reindeer skin” robe. How creepy is that? He sold within 2 hours.

Tonight, I posted this little random treasure that Hottie, once again, found in a random tub that he has no idea where it came from. I sold it for $5 within 26 minutes, and currently, 5 people are in line for it.

You just never know… And because of that, I say…. “Post it!”

(While writing this, a 6th person requested this gem!)


These Two

These boys of ours are something else. One minute, they’re best friends and the next, they’re pounding on each other. And then, once time-outs are started, they won’t let the other one sit alone, because they don’t want the other to be lonely. This is the daily cycle in our house. 


That’s better than dislike-love-dislike, to be sure. But it’s still exhausting!

We’ve had way more happy moments together than angry moments lately, and no matter what the mood, Matthew wants to go nowhere without his brother. “Bryce, do you want to come to school with me?” “Brycie, want a bite of my cookie?” “Bryson, want to lay with me?” It’s ridiculously cute.

And the love and adoration goes both ways. Bryson is lost anywhere without his brother. Parks and play areas are a pass without Matthew and Bryson insists on getting Matthew up to play with him once he’s up in the mornings or after naps. I love watching him walk around the house calling out Matthews name.

They’re best friends.

My SIL told me today that we’ve done a great job making them best friends, but we didn’t do anything special.

We got lucky. That is all!



Onto Pre-K (Round 1)

Matthew finished up 3 year old preschool this past week. This school year finale was much easier on me than last year, when I cried and cried because I couldn’t imagine him having different teachers the next year. Getting new teachers is a fact of life and I’ve accepted it… And also worked hard to get him into the Pre-K class with his favorite teacher from this year as the assistant. ūüėĀ

Yes… I’m that mom. I make no apologies for it. I want my kid to be comfortable with the people who know and understand him. He has a lot of energy, and we’ve worked hard on that this year, learning to not push and hit when frustration sets in. Mrs. M helped us with that and also “gets” boys, so he’ll have her again next year. Yay!

We’re not sure if we’ll hold Matthew back until he’s 6 to start kindergarten our not, so I’m looking at this as Pre-K round one coming up. We’ll see… A lot can happen in one year!


Fitness Check-In

My goodness, it’s been FOREVER since I’ve checked in here on my fitness.¬† I was doing another 10 weeks of fitness challenge with myself, but quit after writing this post because, well… it was very eye-opening and I thought it was time for a break on weekly logging of stats.¬† I didn’t even announce my departure from Fitness Staturdays – I just departed.

And it’s felt good.

But it is time to ramp things up again because my half marathon is next weekend and honestly, I’m ready for a change of pace.¬† Running on a schedule is no fun at all and this time around (I’ve run 3-4 20K’s or half marathons in the past – I can’t remember), I told myself that I will not be doing this again.¬† I had a pretty serious foot injury that should have side-lined me for at least 6 weeks, but a solid week of no running got me ready to run again (my doctor agreed it was OK).¬† The injury (a ruptured plantar fascia in my left arch, meaning that it is forever severed and will never heal back together) should have been way more painful than it was, but my family’s insane pain threshold has been passed onto me and I healed up as quickly as I healed from my C-sections – so I’m out running again.¬† BUT, the same thing could happen to my right foot, and that arch is burning a bit here and there, so I’m pretty nervous about the race.¬† I’m doing a trial long run this weekend (10-11 miles) to see if I can do it without upsetting my arches, and I’m staying close to home.¬† The longest I’ve run so far is 9 miles (which is when I ruptured it) so I know I can squeak out 13.1, but I’m not sure I want to.¬† I’m not sure that I want to risk a similar, or worse, injury.¬† It is more important to keep running for the rest of my life than to cross a particular finish line and have an injury that could side-line me for weeks to forever.

So I’m not sure.

Anyway, back to the point of this post – I’ve been running 20-30 miles a week both indoors and outdoors and it feels great, but I need a change.¬† I need to get back out to the garage to do some kickboxing, I need to do INSA.NI.TY again, and I need to get back to ab and strength work.¬† I’ve gotten a bit soft.¬† Before you go on and say, “no you haven’t – etc. etc.” check out my stats from the last time I checked in:

  • Weight:¬†¬†¬†137.8¬†Pounds
  • Body Fat %:¬† 21.9%
  • BMI:¬†21.9
  • Workout Days¬†(goal is¬†6 days):¬†¬†6 Days
  • Time Spent¬†Being Active:¬†¬†¬†4 Hours¬†42 Minutes
  • Miles Run:¬† 21.3 Miles

And compare them to now:

  • Weight:¬†¬†¬†144.4¬†Pounds
    • Difference of 6.6 pounds
  • Body Fat %:¬† 23.3%
    • Difference of 1.4%
  • BMI:¬†22.6
    • Difference of 1.7
  • Workout Days¬†(goal is¬†6 days):¬†¬†5 Days
  • Time Spent¬†Being Active:¬†¬†¬†6 Hours¬†2 Minutes
    • A good increase, but it was a good week!
  • Miles Run:¬†¬†20.2 Miles (and includes 4 miles of walking)

This isn’t horrible by any stretch, but see what I mean?¬† A little soft.¬† It turns out that Bryson was a pretty serious little cardio machine and I didn’t even realize it.¬† I plugged 200 calories a day into MFP for nursing, and I’m thinking it was much higher.¬† I believe that 5 of the added 6.6 pounds is from weaning – that kid was keeping me trimmed down.¬† Not counting his calorie usage correctly means that I shorted myself probably 100-150 calories a day, which explains why I dropped more than 1.5 pounds a week back then and was starting to look a little gaunt in the face (I can admit it).

So – once this race is or isn’t done, ūüėČ I’m going to take a week to figure out what I want to be doing.¬† I REALLY love running, especially outside, but I need to get my strength up and my abs toned again.¬† Man alive, I loved my abs back in January.¬† Unfortunately, those aren’t easy to maintain (well, they actually are if I just do ab work while Hottie reads books to Matthew each night).¬† I have a feeling that on the days I don’t run (I skip to rest my shins – if they didn’t hurt, I’d run every day), I think I’ll do some kickboxing since Matthew is OUT OF MY ROOM FOR NAPS and the bag in the garage won’t wake him now.

I’m not at all bothered by my current stats – I’ve never maintained 140-145 pounds in my life and I’ve maintained it since before Thanksgiving, so that’s awesome – but I need to mix things up a bit.¬† And I need to stop eating sweets.¬† Now that my period is back, I have a serious sweet tooth.¬† Who knew?

I’ll check in with starting stats in a couple of weeks!





Birthday Time… Again!

I can hardly believe it, but I have TWO birthdays to plan in the next month!¬† We’re making it easy this year – the boys are sharing a party.¬† They’re best friends and honestly, all they care about is that they have each other at their parties, so we’re combining them.

And it’s more for us than for them.

Not really.

Well… really!

We have not had one of our big parties since before the kids came into our lives.¬† We used to have epic parties – the types of parties that people would ask us when the next one would be so they could be sure to be in town.¬† And we LOVED throwing huge parties!¬† The bigger, the better… and we like to go BIG.¬† Well, we’re not going HUGE, but it’s going to be big and it’s going to be FUN, goddammit!

Real food.

Real drinks.

Great cake (I always have a great cake because cake is my favorite thing).

Fun friends.

Babysitters for the kids.

I’m whipping this up and I feel like I’m pulling the kid-friendly aspects of the party (theme, invitations, banners, favors)¬†¬†out of my you-know-what (really, I’m just pulling them out of, but I want to focus on the real details.¬† I want to focus on the food we’ll make, the drinks we’ll serve, and the cake I’ll construct.

Here I come, birthday season 2015!




Emotional Limits

You’d think that after selling every last piece of baby gear, that I’d no longer have any emotional attachments to the past.

But I do.

I was inventorying the nursery decor that will be sold when we convert the nursery to Bryson’s big kid room, and I’m having a hard time imagining handing those things over to someone. The perfect mobile, the original artwork, the deer prints, the garland I made from leftover first birthday decor, the bookends shaped like animals. My heart is in each of those items.

I’m keeping them, most of them, and putting them up in the kids’ reading nook. My heart can’t take letting them go right now. I know my emotional limits.

For now, they stay.