Dear long neglected blog:

Dear Blog,
It was brought to my attention (by friends and acquaintances) tonight that I have been neglecting you. I didn't even think that people really cared?!? I'm not sure if it is the 4 over sized glasses of 1 month old fermented Sangria speaking, or just the inner me that needs to come out, but I am sorry. I promise to faithfully confide in you (which basically equates to anyone on planet earth who is aware of your existence) and keep you current on the comings and going of my life. No matter how mundane or boring I might think it is, I will report on the size and shape of poopy diapers, the ever infrequent burning rings of fire, or mispronounced words as spoken by my 3 year old, and the SO SO FUNNY and NOT SO funny every day issues of marriage. Also, for the record, since I am doing a throwback to "diary style" I TOTALLY had such a blast with Katie and Sarah tonight. We laughed at ourselves silly, and they always tend to remind me of the little things about husbands and kids that I so often take for granted.
P.S. - in case you forget to put this tidbit in Andrew's baby book - he started cruising two days ago and yesterday, he crawled into the bookcase, and today, he crawled in the bookcase and then fell out on his head. Not your best day as a mom. You sat there and watched it happen in slow motion, strongly consider carpeting the living room.

Really? It's already April 2009?

Is it really already April? Where did the time go? Andrew is almost six months old, Isabelle is turning 3 and I am just weeks away from completing my first semester back in school - with straight A's I might add. It is 9:49 on a Wednesday, I've been up with Andrew since 4:40 am, I spent more than 8 hours at school, ran 4 miles, and spent some quality time with the kids reading Fancy Nancy, Pinkalicious, and being drooled on by Andrew - who is popping two teeth as I speak. For someone who will be teaching grammar, spelling, etc. to kids someday I should probably pay more attention to my run-on sentences, but I just have so much to say and periods just get in the way.

I am a certified runner now(if there is such a thing). I've competed in two 5k's in the past few months and I've cut two minutes off my time since February, and on average have worked my way down to 8.5 minute miles! I have found so much pleasure in running, it's me against myself, and it is so invigorating.

I have never felt so fulfilled. I have met new and wonderful friends in class, I feel healthy and full of energy, and best of all I'm wearing jeans I almost threw away two years ago. Life is good. Two beautiful children, the most loving husband a woman could ever ask for, and I'm checking off stuff in my "bucket list" day by day, including our first family trip to Disney, soooooo fun, even if Isabelle's favorite part was taking 8 baths in the whirpool tub in less than 48 hours.

I'm totally sentimental today, just thought I'd share.

the digestive system explained... by a 2 year old.

This weekend while shopping in the mall with Isabelle, I gave into her constant begging for a "seshal tweat" (translation: SPECIAL TREAT). She is drawn like a moth to a flame when we are within sight of those gumball/candy machines so strategically placed in front of every elevator. They know the stroller moms are forced to use the elevator unless we want to look like retarded idiots balancing the front wheel of the stroller on one step of the escalator despite the OBVIOUS NO STROLLER SIGNS... Oh, and how about the grocery stores who have isle 7 all set up. Diapers, formula, baby food etc. on the right and every candy known to man on the left. So I can't buy diapers without a meltdown about the Brachs gummy worms. But I digress. The point of this story is Isabelle. She was so thrilled to have 8 to 9 little pieces of square colorful gum. She decided to save some in her booster seat snack holder on the way home. The entire family piled into the car later in the day and a few minutes into the drive Isabelle asked us, "where is my gum?" (first of all - this a problem, I specifically told her NOT TO TELL DAD, as he is anti-gum...whatever, I love being the nice guy so I give in, especially when attempting to maneuver the mall for several hours in peace, so if it means giving her gum, then she GETS GUM!!!) Anyway, before either one of us can answer her she continues, "Is it in my butt?" Keith and I look at each other rather puzzled and she blurts out, "cause I ate it and now its poop!" OH. MY. GOD. We laughed till we cried. We want to discourage "gross conversation" but how do you NOT die laughing at that? There is no t.v. show, cartoon, or discussion between Keith and myself that would have clued her in on how the body works, I can only imagine that she is just a genius.