Bette Midler sang “Baby Mine”, and it has been a special song to me since I was pretty little. I sing it to my babies all the time. It reminds me of how much I loved my mom, and how safe and loved she made me feel. I know that I offer my children that same love and comfort and that makes me feel good.
Sweet dreams, Babes of mine…
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Here’s my girl sleeping soundly at 7 months (Aug. 2005)
Here’s my girl tonight, asleep in my arms…
Dude! I am furious! I am so mad at myself! Why? Because I waited nearly 31 years to do this! I cannot believe how much fun this is! I laughed and smiled the entire day. My cheeks hurt like hell from being in a perma-smile all day yesterday! I started out nervous, but by the end of the day, I was flying. It is such an amazing adrenaline. I’m addicted. And I’m pretty good at it too 
I can’t show you pics of me in action because I went all by myself. I spent my lunch hour basking in the sun quietly. Taking a class was very helpful and taught me some good techniques. I only fell 3 times– once coming off the lift for the first time, once when I paid too much attention to a wall of snow and ended up crashing into it, and on my last run I fell to keep from running into a little boy who fell. I didn’t get hurt though and actually just laid there laughing so hard at myself that I couldn’t get back up. My instructor just stood there and looked at me like I was crazy because I got such a kick out of falling! Mind you, I didn’t fall at fast speeds or I probably wouldn’t have laughed!
Dude. Life is good. This is me at the end of the day. Haggard but happy as hell!
This is just a taste of the views I had. These are the views I have everyday in beautiful Colorado!
Also, I burned 350 calories per hour! Getting fit was never this much fun! I’m gonna have buns of steel, Y’all!
I have followed my diet. No cheating. I have gone to the gym 3 times per week, treadmilling 2.5 miles (walk/run/walk) plus weight lifting. I have weighed myself daily on the same scale. I GAINED 3 pounds! What’s up with that? Is it muscle weight gain counter acting fat loss? Or am I getting no where because, if that’s the case, there is a grocery store full of Mint Oreos!
I have been so unbelievably busy though. The kind of busy that leaves me dragging my feet by dinnertime. (”Do you guys mind pizza again tonite?(Monday) Pizza again?(Tuesday) How about pizza again, Y’all!!?(Wednesday)”) But I have often thought at different times during the day, “Oh, yeah, that’s the feeling of calories burning!” This lifestyle is very different from the desk wench job I had. I used to sit for 7 of 8 hours, moving little else than my brain, eyelids and fingertips. So I’m bound to lose a bit of weight just from taking on a busier lifestyle. Right?!!!!
I’m a little urked, Man! And diet sodas taste like crap.
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Speaking of busier lifestyle? I’m going skiing for the first time ever tomorrow. Yep, I live in Colorado and have never gone skiing. I’m taking a ski class twice this week. They guarantee I’ll be doing intermediate slopes by the time these two classes are over. Woo-hoo!
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Lastly, I joined a mother’s group today and had so much fun! There were about 45 other stay-at-home mothers. I paid a $35 membership fee and we meet twice a month. There is licensed childcare for all of the kiddos while the moms meet– have breakfast, drink coffee, laugh, do activities including arts-n-crafts. I met some really neat ladies and we (about 6 of us) even went to lunch afterwards with all of our kids. It was chaotic and yet wonderful because the women all help one another with the kids. I didn’t take Noah to the childcare during the 2.5 hour meeting, I brought him with me. All of the women took turns holding and playing with him. Bella had a blast in the toddler group and didn’t even want anything to do with me when I came to get her. This is going to be really good for us and I wish I would have known about this group after I had Bella and Noah and was on leave from work. I was so lonely and blue, a group of friends would have been really good for me.
That’s it for now. Maybe skiing pics in a few days!?
I found this Meme at Stephieface’s and thought I’d give her a shot. Here are 6 weird things about me…
1. I have conversation amnesia. I’m a total airhead. I don’t realize I’m doing it but I will start talking about something, and suddenly stop mid sentence. Jeremy will say, “Stephanie, finish your story.” I won’t even remember having said anything at all. Isn’t that weird as hell!? I don’t do it very often, but I guess people must think I’m crazy! I said to Jeremy last night, “So Katie and Darryl were… (crickets chirping. blank stares. pause. pause. is anyone home?)” I looked at Jeremy wondering why he was staring at me when he finally told me what I had just done and I totally could not remember what I was trying to say. Dork. Seriously, I promise I wasn’t part of the “druggy crowd” in high school.
2. I used chewing tobacco to quit smoking. Not very lady like, huh? I could spit with the the best of them. I was very discreet about the habit because I was ashamed, but I absolutely loved it. In fact, I never miss cigarettes anymore, but I do sometimes crave Skoal. I tried it because Jeremy was using it to quit smoking and I was envious of how he didn’t seem to miss smoking. I hated the first 2 or 3 times, but after that it was my best friend. Don’t use tobacco to quit tobacco. I quit chewing for good when I got pregnant with Noah, just over a year ago. I kind of like my throat and lips, so I decided to let it go for good. Jeremy quit too, so that made it easier.
3. I can’t step on cement cracks when I go for walks. It still hurts my ears to hear that saying, “step on a crack, break your momma’s back.”
4. I won’t let my son fly on a plane by himself to visit family in other states. I won’t allow him to spend the night out with someone unless I’ve known the parents for years (and have ran their name for any child related crimes). His friend’s are welcome here, but he isn’t aloud to go to their houses. I am neurotic about their safety. I don’t trust family members to have the same protectiveness of the kids as I have, so I often worry myself sick sending them over to even family’s house. Control issues? Maybe. Neurotic protectiveness? Fucking-A.
5. Drugs scare me. I have been curled into the fetal position from life’s worst bladder infections and I still wouldn’t take the medicines to make myself better. I took forever to decide to immunize the kids. I don’t trust my government to make sure the shots are safe. I’ll take a tylenol if I’m really hurting, but nothing prescription. I take my asthma inhaler, and that’s it.
6. When I’m cold, I want a bath. When I’m hot, I want a bath. When I’m sad, bath. Needing to relax, bath. I wake with a bath and go to bed with a bath. When we add a bathroom on this Spring, I’m getting the biggest, bubbliest bathtub our money can afford! (this is what I have in mind, with jets) No children aloud! Mine!
