Road to the Fittest Mom

I decided that I need to be doing more craft projects with Avery...rather than having her watch Shrek or Toy Story all day, we need to get our hands dirty! I found some recipes for edible play-dough online and thought this was a perfect way for us to work together and create something awesome. I wanted to make the peanut butter one, but it required honey which I didn't have enough of. SO, we made Kool-Aid play-dough. It was super easy to make and smelled just like Kool-Aid. Though it is edible, I don't think anyone would be caught eating it since it has 1/2 cup of salt and tastes disgusting. Here is what it looks like when you mix all the ingredients together After it heats up, it forms into play-dough. I then put it on waxed paper to knead it until it was cool enough for Avery to handle. Avery loved it! It felt JUST like actual play-dough. I figure it's a great recipe to keep on hand, in the event we want to make different colors (especially for themed color day, which is...

I'm certain that I have professed my feelings on the topic of breastfeeding, however, I'm sure it's okay to relive them. After the 1am feeding this morning, I was lying in bed thinking about all of this and couldn't shut my brain off. So, in order to sleep tonight, or rather, have something new placed on my brain to think about, here was what I was thinking: I feel that there are 2 kinds of breastfeeding moms: Type 1: Breastfeeders who do it for the "bonding" with baby. I have found that more often than not, these moms are also the crazy ones who have their kid on the boob when they are 4yrs old. Gross. Type 2: Breastfeeders who do it begrudgingly, and merrily for the health benefits. Oh and it's free. Now, I'm sure you can guess which one I am... I for one hate breastfeeding. It is such a pain in the butt (or boobs). I probably feel this way since my milk supply is on the hyper-active setting but regardless, it sucks. I hate constantly feeling tied ...

I wanted to write a bit about me...my feelings and thoughts post-pregnancy. I don't AT ALL want anyone to think this is a sob story nor am I "fishing" for compliments. I simply want to be honest and real and share what I'm going through. Maybe it might help someone else who may be going through the same thing...and maybe someone has gone through it and can relate! Either way...here goes... I am now 4 wks post- partum ...while I realize this is a short amount of time, on the other hand, I feel like "Gosh, 4 wks is long!". I don't feel like I've accomplished much of anything as far as a diet or exercise plan goes thus far. I am still a bit sore where my incision is, but regardless, I'm still WAY out of shape. Like, scale from 1-10, I'm 1...or 0 even. It's so hard to get motivated when I am sleep deprived from having a baby attached to my boob, chasing after Avery, cleaning up after Avery, Chris and myself, grocery shopping, making dinner...

Finally, baby boy Mason is here! My little man arrived Feb. 24 th at 7:49am via c-section, 7 lb's 4 oz and 20" long. Chris and I still weren't even sure what to name him as I was getting prepped and ready for the c-section either, which only added to my nerves about the surgery. The night before, I was driving home and heard a song on Klove. At the end of the song, there is a little boy who reads Isaiah 40:28-31: "The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. I can't even begin to describe how this moved my heart. I was so anxious and nervous about having my belly cut...