Biggest Loser

Warning: Ramblings of a pregnant woman with insomnia.

Well, I think I'm officially the Biggest Loser--definitely not of weight. I don't watch that much TV but there are a few shows I'm into. I love Lost and can't wait for it to come back on, and I get a good laugh out of The Office every week. I also like to watch The Biggest Loser, but only if I can record it and fast forward through most of it. I just don't care about much that goes on other than the end result of each show. Well, I watched it tonight and found myself getting teary eyed about the weigh in results. Poor Coleen. Really? I have to blame this on hormones or something. Tearing up over reality TV can't be a good thing. Luckily Jer did not witness this, and the chances of him reading this post are slim to none.

Why am I even writing this mindless post? Good question. I guess it's because I can't sleep at night. It's very frustrating. Anyone know a drug-free cure for insomnia? I could use this time to be productive, but I don't really feel like it. I really just want to sleep, but it doesn't happen. I could give myself a manicure..oh yea I don't really have nails to speak of. I could scrapbook..wait I don't do that. I'm all out of ideas. The only thing I could come up with was writing about a TV weight loss show. It's all fun and games until Luke comes bopping into my room before the clock even strikes 7.

Funnies

It's been kind of a boring week around here with Jer away for work, but of course my kids have kept things interesting. Jer told Luke he was going to Orlando for work and to give him some context he told him it was where we went to Disneyworld. Luke took that pretty literally and for the first few days was telling me and anyone else that his dad was "working at Disneyworld." That just kind of made me laugh. I was picturing Jer taking tickets, or dressed up like Donald Duck, or making little animals out of balloons...the possibilities are endless.

Luke has quite the vocabulary and sometimes the words he uses kill me, but I'm glad to say that there are some things he still says just like a 4-year-old. In the morning he's ready for "breafask", he likes to eat "hangleburgs", he enjoys being "drifferent", loves a good "pupcake", and can't wait to hang up some Christmas "instruments" (we got that one cleared up now).

I agree with my friend Jami that preschool teachers are going straight to heaven. Luke comes home with the funniest stories. When he brought his school picture home I finally got to see the kids he's been telling me about especially his buddies Euwin and Kaden. (I have no idea how to spell Euwin.) There's a kid in his class named Mark Jr. I think Luke thinks that his last name. He has also told me tons about a character named Nick who never earns any stickers, slapped Fay upside the head, etc. When he showed me who Nick was I cracked up. He's by far the tiniest kid. That's the class bully??

Well, little kids are lots of fun. I want to pull my hair out sometimes (if you're a mom and you don't I totally don't relate), but I also can't stand how fast my kids are growing up on me and wish I could slow it down sometimes. For now it's nice to have a preschooler who still tells me he loves me all the time, says I'm fun to play with, and isn't embarrassed to leave the house in all sorts of crazy getups. It will be sad when he starts thinking I'm not very cool and worrying about what everyone else thinks about him. I can see why we're all supposed to be more like little children.

Little Monkey

This one is a definite no-no. That is also not gel in his hair--it's syrup.

Seth has become quite the little monkey lately. He is my Curious George. I thought I'd post a few of his antics because it really is such a cute, fun stage even though I sometimes cannot keep up with the messes he makes. It's probably not the best practice to take pictures of your kids when they are doing something they shouldn't, but if it's truly a problem I stop him--after I've got the pic. Also, I promise my kids get dressed in clothes each and every day, but that may be hard to believe after looking at the following pictures.


My jewelery box is a hot item. Luckily, I have nothing of value. That little chair has become a weapon of mass destruction. Seth takes it everywhere and uses it to get into mischief. Sadly, it now spends most of the day in his crib where he can't get at it.


Enjoying the prize.


That truck he's standing on has been the source of several headers he's taken. He hasn't quite figured out that something with wheels is not always the best choice to stand on!

I knew it was inevitable that he would figure out how to climb up on the barstools, but I was hoping it would be later rather than sooner. He is great at getting up and not so great at getting down.

Seth has been busy doing other things as well lately that I did not capture. Here are a few in no particular order:

• Stirring his toothbrush in the toilet...or his hairbrush...or just his arm.
• Putting numerous items down in the heat registers....cars, shoes...
• Rearranging my kitchen daily.
• Throwing everything off of his high chair tray when I'm not looking.
• Just today--pooping in the tub! That one really got my prego gag reflex going.

I'm sure the list could go on, but you probably get the idea. I wouldn't trade my little monkey for anything though. My frustration doesn't last long when he gives me one of his big hugs or that toothy grin of his!

Side note: We created some roadkill on Friday. I'm happy to say that it was Jer driving and not me. We were not far from our house where there are often deer, but this psycho one literally jumped out of the trees right in front of us. It was not a pretty sight. I felt really bad--I am a real softie about stuff like that. Luke was quite concerned also. It didn't die right away and Jer got out and called the Fish and Game. He wanted to put it out of its misery, but they told him not to and that they would come and get it. Well, so much for our tax dollars at work. It's still taking a long winter's nap right where we left it--practically in a driveway. Luke seems to still be hoping for a miracle and has prayed every night since "thanks for the deer to make it better." I'm hoping he doesn't spot it. I'm just glad we're okay--with the exception of the front of our car, which is in for some major repairs, and poor little Bambi.

Happy Halloween!

I have been having fun looking at every one's Halloween posts. If you don't want to endure another telling of how trick or treating was and tons of pics of my kids then don't read on!


Luke started the day with a party at preschool. He was totally stoked about it and posed it up for me. His costume has a mask, but it's the kind that covers your face and he didn't want to wear it. Can't say I blame him. I was surprised Luke wanted to be Spiderman. He isn't very into him. He loves cowboys, pirates...right now, but his mind was set on Spidey. So, when we saw this padded, polyester beauty on sale we went for it. He was not disappointed!


Since Seth didn't care and we had a Batman costume hanging around, he was Batman. He looked so cute in the head thing, but I could not even keep it on long enough for a pic.

Getting a pic of my superheroes was challenging. I chose this one because at least they were both smiling. In most of them Seth is trying to get away and Luke is dragging him back by his cape.

Luke and his neighborhood/preschool friend at the Halloween Carnival. I took the kids to the carnival at the elementary school, and they had fun but it was a total zoo. I had no idea how crowded it would be. It was in total violation of my personal space issues, but I took one for the team. Jer was not done with work yet, so I was just glad I did not lose either of them. Luke played lots of games and Seth got into everything. I think every kid in town was there. I was about in a sweat by the time we left. It was really cute and fun, but next year I will bring backup a.k.a. Jer.

Batman at the carny. He looks so harmless in this picture.

Luke with the whole nine yards on. He informed me that he needed to wear this to look like the "real Spiderman." His glasses made for a less than ideal fit, but he didn't seem to mind too much. After we survived the carnival we met up with Jer for some trick-or-treating. They both loved that and were so cute. I can't believe I was pushing Seth around in the stroller last year, and this year he was walking up to doors with his pumpkin basket and taking big handfuls of candy! After we made the rounds of our neighborhood, we came back and ate chili and grandma and grandpa stopped by. Luke answered every trick-or-treater and was really generous with the candy, so we almost ran out. What a fun day!

A few weeks ago we carved pumpkins at Jer's parents house. The kids had lots of fun, but were easily distracted by running around and playing with grandpa. Jer ended up doing most of the carving. I find it funny that Seth looks so disgusted. This is a kid who plays in the toilet any chance he gets.

Luke and K'Lee scooping guts.

My mom also had a Halloween party on a Sunday afternoon. We were informed that upon our arrival and presented with something special to wear. Luke loved those teeth. That's my dad by the way. Luckily Seth was trying to take a nap because that mask would totally freak him out.

My mom chose the most hideous of t-shirts for me. Also, why does my neck look like I'm an NFL linebacker? Why did I even post this picture?

I wanted to take down the Halloween stuff today, but Luke was not quite ready. Next week we'll have to start getting ready for Thanksgiving. It really is a great time of year!