Evel Knievel

So there I was, standing in the kitchen cleaning the table.  Something catches the corner of my eye...

I know he's been doing this for awhile now.

I'm not sure how he figured out that he can do this or even why he thought of it.

I've stopped trying.  I mean what goes on in that little brain?

At least he's wearing his safety goggles.

Oh yeah, and he makes sound effects while he pops the wheelie.  Although, it isn't really a wheelie.  It's more like a super reclined recumbant bike, John-style.

He is so adorable.  Heartbreaking isn't he?

To Dream a Little Dream

Conversations with John are interesting, to say the least.  Tonight at dinner time we were talking and he asked me what my dream was last night. 

Wednesday Weigh-In

I just realized that I forgot to weigh in last week. Okay, that's a lie. I weigh myself every day. I forgot to blog last week about my weekly stuff. So I'll update now.

Knight in Shining Armour

John went to Nevaeh's birthday party this past weekend. I can't believe she's 2 years old. It was a costume party. We heard that Nevaeh was going to be a princess so we found a knight costume for John. But trust me, I tried to find Prince Charming.

What Would You Do?

Whenever I watch the Primetime show "What Would You Do". I mean it really makes me think about my actions. I like to live by the quote "A true test of a man's character is what he does when no one is watching".

But when it comes down to it, do I really live by those words?

What about a homeless man laying on the sidewalk? Should I stop and bend down and see if he was okay? What if he isn't? What does that say about my character?

What about a lady crying? I like to think that it is because I don't want to intrude, but would it kill me to politely ask if she's okay?

I like to think that when it matters I would step up. But would I? Or would I avert my eyes and not want to get involved?

I know Steven would be one of the first people to step up and get involved, but would I?

I'm not sure if I would. I'd like to think I would but I just don't know. I just don't know.

Sure I'm nice. I'm a good person but would I put myself out there? When it would inconvenience me or put me outside of my comfort zone, would I?

Silence is one of the failures of our generation. Should we be silent or stand up for what we believe in? At what cost?

Best Day

Who would have thought that the definition of a great day would be crawling around at the Jungle Gym?

Another Milestone, Steven-style

Other kids have playdates. Mine? He's at the driving range with his dad.

Now I understand how kids get started golfing so young. And it's not the parents (well, not all the parents), John loves golf. He likes watching it on TV (BOOO).

I'm glad that he gets to experience all these things that life has to offer. I just want John to be able to choose anything that he wants. I like that he has choices. We've been able to give him opportunities.

I still can't believe that he's got his own set of golf clubs.

Happy Anniversary

15 Years since our first date.

Can you imagine? 15 years.

I know, I should have a picture of Steven & I together but SHOCK, Steven brought the camera to dinner and actually (unprompted) took a picture of John & me. This is actually the 2nd picture. The first picture was exactly as I was eating my pizza. Nice.

I always complain that he never takes pictures of me & John. I'm always the one taking the pictures. It only took 15 years!

This was probably one of the best years. It just gets better and better.

Happy Mother's Day

So, I was wondering what would happen on Mother's Day this year. I was hoping that instead of a depressing day, it would be more of a celebration and less of a mind fuck dwelling on "what ifs" and "what might have been".

It's good. It's getting so much better.

John's been in a weekly class and man, do they ever jam alot of stuff into the one hour. He comes home with stories and stuff every week. He chatters on and on about his "teachy" and the kids and cleaning up and the crafts. There's always something.

Something.

And I always talk about his day while we eat supper. So on the Thursday before Mother's Day I asked him what he did in class. He leaned far over and made eye contact with Steven in the living room. I couldn't see Steven but apparently there was some sort of soundless conversation between the two of them because after a long, long pause John looked at me and said "nothing". Personally I thought it was mighty shifty but I was surprised that John could keep a secret.

Of course with Mother's Day I thought FOR SURE I would get something handmade.


Jump forward to Sunday morning. We are laying in bed and I hear John running back and forth and I was going to get up and out of bed. Then Steven mutters to me: "Pretend you're sleeping".

I hear muffled voices..."John...blah...John" "blah blah blah mother's day" "come here.."

And I hear John's precious voice "Happy Mother's Day".

A bookmark. How perfect for me!

Look very, very closely. It's a drawing of us. In Yellow crayon.

I told John that I was so happy and I'd take the card and drawing to work and display it for everyone. And I was excited to use my new bookmark.

He said "No mama." "Mine."

So while he made them for Mother's Day and showed them to me, what apparently I didn't understand was that these things were actually his and are not allowed to leave the house. Good to know.

Wednesday Weigh-In

Since last Wednesday, I :

• lost the weight that I gained last week (that was actually a bit of a shocker)
  
• didn't have time to measure so I will try next week
  
• exercised 4 times ( I actually thought it was less, I felt like a bit of a slacker this week)
  
• don't remember how many times I brought lunch
  

It's felt like a crazy busy week.

Easter

He was pretty excited for his Easter egg hunt. We did it twice.

And then we decorated eggs. At least this year he didn't wander away from me after 1 egg.
Auntie One came to help.

Look at this face.

Happy Easter

Wednesday Weigh-In

Since last Wednesday I have:

• gained weight (fuck)
  
• exercised 4 times, well 3 times and then a half-assed night
  
• only brought my lunch once (bad Lori!)
  

Do you know what? It's been a bad weight/fitness week. I've been a slacker, I've not taken my eating, journalling or exercise seriously. There is no excuse.

I blame the cheese. I think I may have to give it up again.

Bike Riding

At first John didn't want anything to do with the bike. "I want the white one!" (Meaning, his white trike). So, finally he agreed to take a ride around the block and 1/2 way up the alley he started to have fun. He figured out how to put his feet on the pedals and power the bike himself! So amazing to watch him.

He rode all the way around the neighborhood and up to the park and back.

Look at him go! Can you even believe how fast he's growing up?

This is another day showing off on his bike for Auntie Cindy.

He knows how to pose for the perfect picture!

He can move pretty fast on the bike. If you don't pay attention, you end up running to catch him and then getting run over by the bike tires.

I think this is right before Steven started throwing snowballs at Cindy.

The Boys

Justin came to visit on Monday!

I'm not exactly sure if they sent a memo regarding "plaid shirt" night but they obviously didn't send me a copy. Bastards.

John loved climbing all over Justin. They're so cute together.
Poor Justin, Steven kept calling him "John". Not as in "Jon" his brother but as in "John", our son. I told Steven to randomly call him Riley too so he wouldn't get a complex.

Isn't this a great picture?