Hahahaha!

Alex has figured out that he's funny. And he thinks it is very funny that we think he is funny. The three of us were like a pack of hyenas at the table last night. He was making this Nom Nom Nom noise while he was eating that was making Travis and I laugh. As soon as he realized we were laughing at something he was doing, it cracked him up. And he immediately started doing it again. Which made us laugh even harder. Which made him laugh even harder. Round and round we went. It was awesome!

Day 3

I did it! I pushed through and made myself workout to that damn video again last night. And I am happy to report, my legs feel much better today. I still am walking a little funny, but that only happens about one out of every four strides. Still weird looking, but not as bad.

I have to hand it to Jillian. She is very motivational and she has put together a great workout. Not only is it quick, but I find myself wanting to do it again each day. And looking forward to moving up a level.

Hopefully this one sticks!

P.S. I am pretty much waddling as much if not more today than when I was 9 million months pregnant. Thank you so much Jillian..you bitch.

91 days and counting

As of today, I have exactly 91 days to get in some sort of not giantly fat state before I have to stand up in front of a big group of people in a pretty dress. And make a toast. Damn you Bahrs for getting married.

So I have decided to finally take action...again. But this time I am really serious....because those words have never been spoken before! Anyway, I have found something that I think just may do the trick. Jillian Michaels - 30 Day Shred. Good sweet gravy this is not an easy workout. And I am on Level 1...and doing the "modified" (read: easier) version of about 25% of the moves. And it still kicks my ass.

I can currently feel my quads hurting. While I sit here and type. Let's repeat...my quads hurt WHILE I AM SITTING. Don't even get me going on how difficult it is to get to a seated position. Or go down stairs. Yeah...this is after two nights of workouts. During the workout, dear sweet Jillian casually mentions that if this is your 7th or 8th day, you are probably noticing an increase in your endurance. Bitch, this is day 2 and all of me hurts. I am sure I will happily agree on day 7 or 8, but right now I want to kick you in the teeth.

Jumbled Up.

My head is all jumbled up inside. It may be due to the incredible amounts of food and adult beverages consumed while in California. Yeah...Yeah, that's it! It's all because of California and the naughty people that live there!

We had so much fun on our trip! Too much Thai food, followed by too much Shock Top beer. Only to be topped with Muir Woods, winery tastings, and Cuban food. To be followed with the most deliciously disturbing crock pot full of nacho cheese I have ever laid on eyes on. Oh yeah, we saw some stuff in San Francisco too. Fun was had.

This is where the jumbled head comes in. During all the fun and lack of responsibility, I had a little taste of our old life. We had money to spend and nothing holding us back. It was glorious. I had a hard time getting on the plane to come home. To be honest, I cried on the plane. Yes, I missed my beasts. But in no way, shape, or form did I want to be smacked in the face with real life again. I just wanted to stay in La La Land a bit longer. A really big bit longer.

But alas, we came home. And when I got out of the car at my parents' house, Alex's face lit up when our eyes met. And the dog just about slapped herself in the teeth she was wagging so hard when we opened the door. Now for the part where I suck. All that being happy to see each other, and a part of me still wanted to go back. What kind of a mother feels that way?

Anywho, yesterday we spent the day at home. All of us. Trav, me, the boy and the dog. And we had a really good day. The guilt feelings were subsiding and I was feeling much better about all of this when I went to bed.

And then this morning hit. Holy shit. Travis was impossible to wake up...thank you Tuesday night concert. The boy spent the entire morning working on perfecting his "Rabid Chicken on Meth" act. And the dog clearly wanted to rip the face off of every dog that walked past the house. All sorts of Awesome. With a capital freaking A. I was fighting back tears while carrying the flailing chicken I call a child to the car.

So what does all of this add up to? Who the hell knows. All I can say for certain is that being an adult is hard. Being a mom is even harder. But it's all worth it right? Right??? I think so. The feelings that overwhelm me when I see my dog sitting all sweet when the neighbor dogs go by, or watching Alex as he figures out how to use a new toy tell me that it is worth the effort. Even though there are many days I don't feel like the juice is worth the squeeze...I love my beasts.

Californ-i-a!

We are going to California tomorrow to visit some friends. I cannot wait. We are going to be gone for 5 whole days. 5 days of no diapers, no formula, no bottle washing, no annoying talking steering wheel toy. I swear if I have to hear that thing say, "Beep! Beep! Out of the way!" one more time, it is going to be eternally out of my way. Do you think I need a little break?

Anyway, my mom and sister are awesome and are tag-team taking care of the beast. I am feeling like I am asking waaaaay too much for them to take care of him for this long. They shockingly disagree. We shall see who is right at the end of my little trip!

This is also the longest I have been away from Alex in 10 months. I know I will miss him a lot. But I have to admit, I am so ready to be baby-free for a little bit I can almost taste it. Just the thought of not having to get out of bed because someone else is hungry at 4:45 in the morning, is so incredibly delightful I could just pee.

Have I said I am excited? Because I am excited. I get to go on a winery tour. I get to go hiking in the Redwood Forest. I get eat crazy good food. I get to celebrate Melanie's 30 birthday with her! Yayayayayay!

Summer's almost upon us!

Developments are a-happenin' at the Julius house.

First things first, it is officially spring. Aiden's mole hunt has begun. Our backyard gets infested with moles every spring. The dog...she is not sad about this. She was born for this. Now I realize moles are not the most elusive little critters, but this dog's got skillz. This morning Travis let her out. Within 5 minutes she was standing at the door with not one, but TWO moles in her mouth. And then I let her out later and she caught another. Moles...Beware of Dog.

Now, on to the other beast that resides in our house. He has learned how to stand up in his crib. So now when he wakes up, he stands up and pulls on the side of his crib while rocking violently. Which in turn bangs his crib against the wall. Depending on how quickly I can get to him, he is either laughing hysterically or screeching like a feral cat with its hair on fire. Apparently there is a fine line between "This is fun!" and "Come get me and wipe my butt woman!"

He is also a chatty little bugger. And very animated while chatting. He will be going on and on and then pause, take in a big dramatic breath while raising both eyebrows, and then continue on with his story. And it seems these stories often pop into his mind when he has his nuk in his mouth. And that just will not do. So he will start his story...stop...remove his nuk...and then continue on with his nuk in his hand for the rest of the story....like some sort of awkward nipple prop.