The gym....

Exactly HOW long do I need to go before I see results? I have been there 3 times a week for 6 weeks and I swear, there is no difference in my wobbly bits (Thanks for the phrase, Jones) I've been eating healthier. I would have thought that I'd be seeing SOMETHING.
*Sigh*.

I talked to Alex today. I'm so much in love with that man! He really is amazing. I know I say it a lot. But really, I could never say it enough.

Which random phallic object are you?

Which random phallic object are you?
Quiz by Andrea.

I was looking through my pictures... this is how I KNOW they're mine!!

6 foot 4 with rock hard muscles, and he sews. Alex is now allowed on the *good* machine. He wasn't when this picture was taken. He's still NOT going to be allowed near my new Ginghers. He may never be.
Olivia was sewing a pencil pouch she designed from scratch. She's brilliant.

Baby lust? Now? Already?

I mean... come on!
I went for my annual today... and since I haven't had a period yet (I'm nursing... so I wouldn't expect one!) the doctor made me take a blood pregnancy test. As I was driving home, I felt that tickle of anticipation. Deep down I KNOW I'm not pregnant. But there is a part of me that sort of wished that by some strange fluke, my fertility returned early and we caught it before Alex was deployed.
No. I know it's not likely. Probably more likely that Alex is pregnant. Which is obviously impossible. Sigh.
I thought today: what if I can't stop having babies? What if I can't control myself and I end up with 14 kids? I can see that happening. Because when baby fever hits me it knocks the sense out of me. Obviously. Listen to me! Alex would have a heart attack if he even knew this thought was being entertained. Logically... no more than 5. I will NOT drive a full sized van! A mini van is as far as I go. And I never thought I'd go there!
We were originally planning to have 4. But after Carmen was born and I realized that I only got to do it one more time, I raised. Alex wants 7. So if I want... I can raise again. And again. You never know where you might end up.

Update on Carmen

My tiny is off her antibiotics! We saw the pediatric nephrologist and he cleared her. He said he'd like to do a follow up ultrasound in April to monitor the progress, but that he was almost certain that it would be unremarkable!
I'm so relieved.
Not that there aren't a zillion other worries to be had..... but we can scratch this one off the list!

Sofia is 2!!!!

I can't believe how time flies. I remember laying in the hospital waiting for her to arrive, and I remember the first time I put her to the breast. I remember looking at her scrunched up red newborn face and savoring every moment, every breath, every inch of her soft skin.
Now she runs around chasing our poor doggy with her red plastic chair, throws the cel phone into the toilet, spills milk on purpose, steals Carmens binkie, tells ME no........ and I still savor every moment of this craziness.
My little girl is 2! And while I sometimes wish she could stay small forever, watching her grow is just as amazing.

What am I doing sitting here on my ass?

I REALLY need to get up and clean. But nope. Here I am. Parked on my butt when I have some serious work to do.

OK... well, I did pay bills. That's the fun on the 15th. Bills. And now that those are done, I need to get the real work done. But I don't want to. I hate dishes. I hate laundry. I hate vacuuming. I hate dusting. I hate taking out the garbage.
I wish I were one of those people who kept an immaculate home. I wish it were easy. I look at the fly-lady website and I cringe. I am not sure I am cut out for this.
Can't I just have a cleaning lady? The woman across the street has one that she really likes. And she only charges about $10/ hour. All I'd really need is about an hour or 2 or 5 a week. The thing about cleaning ladies, though, is they don't *do* your clutter. And that's most of my problem. My mom came over a few weeks ago and we clean sweep'd my living room. It's still clean. If you don't count the clean, unstuffed diapers on the rocking chair. The toys scattered about, the mail on the end table. That's an easy fix, though. That would take like 5 minutes to clean up.
The thing is.. I can't seem to get off my butt.

I made Sofia's birthday dress!

How cute is this?? I can't wait to take her 2 year pictures in it. I *hope* I can get her to sit still. But... she's 2. My baby is turning 2!!

I LOOOOOVE my Man-Muffin!

Beautiful Alex,
I am thinking about you on this Valentines day. I am the luckiest woman in the entire world. The way you love me is like nothing else. I wish everyone could experience a love like this. Something so deep that it sometimes makes my heart ache with a feeling that it could explode at any moment. I LOVE YOU. A thousand times, a million times. I love you.
Your Wife.

Poor Sadie is going to start insulin Monday.

I have to check her blood sugar 4 times a day for at least a week to see how she reacts to the starting dose of insulin. She'll only get 1 shot per day to start, but it could go up to 2. I hope it's as easy as giving people injections. I hope she doesn't think I'm being mean to her when I give her the shots.
This picture is older.... about a year and a half ago. She's lost a lot of weight now so is a lot skinnier.
I'm not really even a dog person.... but she's ours and we love her.

My fattycakes baby!

Isn't she just yummy?!?! I can't believe how big she already is. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was in labor.

The results:

Looks like she has diabetes AND she may also have Addisons disease (adrenal problem) I still have to bring her back for the chest xray and EKG.
I'll probably have to give her insulin shots daily, and we'll see what else she'll need.

The vet:

said Sadie may have something wrong with her heart. She has a significant murmur that wasn't noted in October when her tumors were removed. Great.
I'm supposed to get her an ECG and some chest x-rays. I did the blood work today, and I should get those results tomorrow.
Poor, poor little Sadie Mae.

Sadie... again.

Today, our dalmation Sadie is going to the vet. A few months back, we had her in and had some tumors removed from her head and neck. We didn't biopsy them because even if she *did* have cancer we couldn't afford to pay for doggy cancer treatment. The surgery was costly just to remove them. Anyway. She's now really losing a lot of weight and I wish that we would have done the biopsy so I'd know whether this is cancer making her lose weight.
She's going to the vet because I need to know whether she needs comfort while she gets sicker.... or if (fingers crossed) it's a simple fix like a parasite that can be cured with a pill. She's really old, 12 years, so I expect her to act elderly.... but this weight loss scares me.
I hope she's ok.

Personal trainers....

Mandy got *THE* bowflex guy... Mr Bowflex.
I got Brian.

Not fair.

It's ok, though, because my husband is hotter than Mr Bowflex anyway!