Bikini body...

So, I've been spending a lot of time at the neighborhood pool. There seems to be a trend around here that ANYONE of the female persuasion can wear a bikini. I think I disagree. I used to, but have promised that without plastic surgery I will hand in my membership card to this club. Not everyone subscribes to this train of thought. It bugs me every time. I think for two reasons.
1.Eww. Yeah, I get it having stretch marks is a beautiful symbol of being a mother. I think this is crap and is only something husbands tell their wives to get laid. It's not pretty on me and I certainly don't think it is pretty on you stranger at the pool.
2. Maybe I wish I had their confidence. I've never been the "I don't care what anyone thinks" kind of girl. And, a small part of me respects the kahones it takes to do it.
So, I will not be wearing one, because I certainly don't want anyone blogging about me!

It was so epic...

Uhh, no it wasn't.
Every once and awhile there is a phrase that people really seem to latch on to, that makes my skin crawl when used in conversation. Apparently, epic has become that phrase. I HATE it. Drives me crazy. At first there were only a few people that I knew that used it, but now it seems to have gone off of the charts. I heard it on a commercial. The line was crossed, unacceptable.
Webster's says epic can mean the following:
1. of or pertaining to a long poetic commopsition, usu. centered upon a hero, in which a series of great achievements or events is narrated in elevated style: The Iliad is an epic poem. 2. resembling or suggesting such poetry: an epic novel. 3. heroic; majestic; impressively great. 4. of unusually great size or extent: a crime wave of epic proportions.-n. 5. an epic poem. 6. epic poetry. 7. a novel, film,etc., resembling or suggesting an epic. 8. something worthy of forming an epic.
So, I'm going out on limb by saying whatever product I heard being sold is NOT epic. I'm also going to stretch myself here and say that pretty much any story that you are telling me about your life is in fact, NOT epic. If you can turn it into a painfully long story that every 8th grader in America is forced to suffer through, then you can use it. If not, stop. Your life, and mine are not epic. Here are a few reasonable suggestions that all of my epic friends can give a go. These are free of charge.
1.spectacular
2. extrordinary
3. awesome
4. great
5. wonderful
6. incredible
7.amazing
Good luck and hopefully, this trend will soon come to an end.
Noelle

Too much wine last night. Had a great time though. No more drinking until after the 10K in Kenosha!

I decided today that there is far too much poop in my life. Literally and figuratively.

So, Eliza burned her hand pretty bad today. There are two sides to this coin for me.
Side1. I feel horrible that my baby has a very badly burned hand, not bad enough for hospital, but bad enough enough for 2nd and 3rd degree burns.
Side 2. She was being horrible all morning, I told her not to touch the stove and she literally placed her hand on a hot burner, basically to prove me wrong. Part of me thinks that she obviously needed to learn a lesson.
I haven't decided if the latter makes me a bad mom or a great mom. We shall see.

It's been too long

I haven't blogged in a while, the simple reason, there has been so much life happening, I haven't known exactly what to say. Some good, some not so good, just life.
The not so good, well, my Grandma passed away the day after Christmas. I can't believe it's been a month. Today she would have been 92. Amazing, right now I can't imagine next week, let alone being in my 90's.She is missed, but I know that she lived a very full life. I'm happy that we got to see her again and the kids got to spend some time with her.

On to some good stuff. Ezekiel is potty trained! This is very exciting to me. For some reason potty training was the scariest part of parenting. Zeke was not having it for the longest time. We finally started to tell him that when we returned home from Wisconsin, no more diapers. He then informed me that he wasn't going to Wisconsin. Darn that logic.

Well, we returned home and the fun began. We stopped diapers cold turkey and started making him go every hour. He was potty trained in two weeks. We haven't had a single accident in over two weeks and I am amazed. No timers, he just says he has to go and goes. I struggled with the decision because so many people out there say to just let them decide and they will do it on their own. These people have clearly never met Ezekiel. The grreat thing about him as that once he decides to do something there is no going back. This is why he now tells Eliza and Isaiah that they are disgusting every time we change their diapers. Three weeks ago he thought it was great, today he is so much more mature than the two of them! I love it!

As for me, well, I have decided that I am running the Boulder Boulder. For those who may not know, that is a 10K race out here. I'm not racing, I'm just proving to myslef that I can do it. A couple funny things about this. I HATE running, no question about it. Why? You ask, because I hate it. I want to prove to myself that I can do it. I don't want to be that mom that says, I had three kids, oh well. I have also said that I was going to run this 10K for about five years now, almost all of those years I was pregnant, so I got out of it. Tina and I were going to do it together and I had been really good about giving us a great out! About Tina, pretty sure she is wussing out on me again this year, unbelievable. Apparently, she will be out of town. I really don't mind, but ours is a friendship that requires a lot of trash talking. It's our form of affection. My wonderful husband has volunteered to run the race for me and I am actually looking forward to acomplishing this goal.

How am I going to do it? Well, I bought a treadmill from some friends that were moving and I've started running on it. I figure I should be able to jog this thing by the end of May, right? I'll post pics of what I look like at the end of the race! Ha! The kids have gotten a real kick out of the treadmill, it's a great toy for them, so even if I never use it

again after May, it will not be a total loss.

Isaiah cut his first tooth yesterday and is rolling everywhere he needs to get. He's about three seconds away from crawling and then we are in trouble. Three on the move is going to be an adventure.

So, that's been our life the last month or so, there's all kinds of little details that are also happening, but then we could be here all day. I'm looking forward to this new year. I think that our family is going to do a lot of growing in so many ways and I am blessed to be a part of this wonderful challenge that is life!