Exercising... again. Finally.

So this was day 1 of the 30 Day Shred.

If that sounds familiar,  well, it should. I went through this a couple of years ago when Jake was about a year old (and there were no plans for another baby). And stopped when I found out I was pregnant with Jackson.

Yeah. Preggers. That was a surprise.  Exciting but unexpected.

That was 18 months ago and I've been great at finding excuses for why I didn't have time, energy, or child-free moments since then.

So at that point I didn't just stop doing the shred.. I pretty much stopped doing ANYthing (except eat. I did lots of that. Especially eating for two... ahem.) and now, I'm about 10 lbs. (okay, more like 15) over the weight I was when I found out I was expecting.

So I'm getting back into it.

Today was day one. And I'm partly in it to improve my health, and partly because I found a great trench, and I've *always* wanted one, on sale (my jaw dropped when I saw the price and I immediately clutched it to me and started eying other shoppers with distrust. Stopped just short of stroking it and calling it Preciousssss...) at Target last year that I MUST fit into this spring.

I'll have to post a picture when I wear it for the first time.  Can't wait.

Unfortunately this means cutting back on my candy intake. No more red hits, licorice,  or *sigh* Hot Tamales.

But it will be SO worth it.

Conjuncta-wha???

The boys are sharing! 

So what if it's pink eye.  Sharing is sharing, right?

Um, if you just shouted "NO!" while vehemently shaking your head and making sweeping arm gestures...

well, I totally agree with you.

Sharing conjunctivitis isn't as nice as sharing oh, say, a truck or a cookie. (Mmmmm. Cookies!)

And also I want to know who came up with the name "pink eye"?  It sounds.. cute and fuzzy!

Conjunctivitis is not cute and fuzzy. It's all matted eyelashes, avoiding wet baby kisses and hands (at least if ya want to avoid catching it yourself!), crying over eye drops (Jackson) and eye ointment (Jacob... because I thought we could hold him down for a quick eye swipe better than actual drops) and is not all of the fun it's name implies.

Luckily John is really good at wrangling them for the eye stuff AND the amoxicilan Jack is taking for his neverending cold.

So, pray for us. We really don't want to get sick ... again (I still remember the puke incident from a few months ago. *sigh*).

At least Jake is still his usual, charming and sneaky (did I just type that?? Um, yeah. I did.) self.

Case in point?

John saw Jake walking to his room with a glass of water and when he walked to the kitchen and back to his room with a refill, daddy investigated. Especially after, when questioned, Jake paused to tell him that he wasn't spilling.  Which is probably true because he was probably pretty intentionally "dumping" the water out. And that's not the same as "spilling" to a 3 year old.

When he saw daddy coming down the hall, he shut his door.

Daddy opened the door and stopped him before he could dump the cup out in the middle of his floor, to add to the puddle he'd already started.

Crisis averted.

And a clean floor to boot!  Win, win!

Now, if only he would have rolled around in the water a little.

Bathtime*? Check.  We could've called it a day.

Maybe next time... maybe.

*Okay, I wouldn't classify that as a bath.  There would have to be soap involved and after the last incident of a very bubbly bubble bath and unusually foamy hair because *someone* hid the bubble bath bottle under the bath water, mommy learned to lock that stuff up. So I'm sure we won't be enjoying any spontaneous puddle baths any time soon.  Unless he convinces Katie to help him with the child proof locks (that I've already mentioned are *not* childproof for Katie).  She might help him too. If she can pin it on him (or the baby) when they get caught.

Love these kids... they keep me on my toes!  And, even with this pink eye fiasco, they're super cute!

Now my scalp is all itchy.

I just read Katie's school mail.

Can you guess what I might have seen that would make me imagine thousands of tiny bugs crawling all. over. my. head?

I'll give you one guess.

If you guessed that it was something to do with lice, well you guessed right.

Lice has been discovered at Katie's school so we're on alert.  I'm going to give Katie the talk (you know, don't share brushes, clothes, hats, etc... and, matter of fact, just... don't touch anyone) and hope that she listens really, really well.

Because lice are gross.

And my idea of a good time doesn't involve mayonnaise or a tiny comb.

Multiplied by 3.

Anyone have prior experience with the little pests?

And some pictures to, hopefully, wipe the ick away!