Fooling Myself

Confession, I told you all that Duncan was pretty much potty trained. The truth is that he is definitely NOT potty trained. He did great for 2 weeks and then somehow forgot how to do #2 in the potty. He will look at me with that strained, I'm obviously going to the bathroom in my pants look, and tell me, "No I don't have to go." Then when he's finished...."it's too late, Mom." I'm so done with it. He doesn't pee his pants. He keeps his pull up dry all night. It's just this #2 thing. Today, after he had an accident, I made him wear one of Fin's diapers. I'm running out of ideas.

I had another reality check today when I went to get a new nursing bra. After measuring me, the woman asked, "So do you normally where a B cup or A." Hmmm...I was too mortified to tell her the nursing bra I normally wear is an E (very obviously too big, hence the shopping trip) and at this point with my first it still kind of fit. So, no more fooling myself. I am the woman with the incredibly shrinking chest.

Nothing like talking about #2 and boobs to bring a gal down a notch.

Sorry...no pictures...

Duncan Said

It's time for another edition of  "Duncan Said"

"You're pretty enough."

-said to yours truly after I told him I was straightening my hair to make it pretty.

"So, where are Allan and Carol?"

-inquiring on the whereabouts of his grandparents.

"I can't! I'm out of power."

-this normally comes with either some serious shoulder hunching, or a complete collapse to the floor.

"You little Guinea Fowl!"

-what I heard him call Finlay one day

and my favorite...the one that inspired this post...

"The animals are all in here to protect them from creditors."

-explaining to me why all the animals were in the large kitchen bowl. They were actually hiding from PREDATORS 

Mystery

I haven't worked out regularly since before I was pregnant with Duncan. Almost 4 years! Now after a month of finally discovering my muscles again I have gained 5 pounds. "What the HECK?" (something I miraculously didn't pick up after 8 years in Utah). I know I know, I'm building muscle and muscle weighs more than fat. Blah Blah Blah. Shouldn't I be burning some fat too? I was pretty happy with my weight 5 pounds ago. I just want to be toned as opposed to squishy. And still eat brownies, ice cream, soda etc.. Any advice?

cheese.

first donut.

yum.

I've Been so Busy Going to the Beach and Eating In-n-Out

I just haven't had any time to write. HA! That's a joke, people. So you can stop deleting me as a facebook friend and taking me off your blog lists. Carlsbad IS lovely but the beach is still chillyand we have no $$ for burgers. Some of you may have no idea what I'm talking about so,

I'm thinking an update is necessary. Jimmy lost his job last month. It sucked but we knew it was coming and had been wanting to move back to San Diego anyway so.....I guess it was a good thing (maybe). So here we are at the in-laws and I'm happy to report that the job hunt is going well. He actually has a job that starts on Tues. but he is expecting an offer from a different company, as well has a 2nd interview with another. Needless to say, I'm am relieved to know there will be a paycheck soon!

I too may be bringing home some bacon. I'll probably work for the Census like I did in 2000. As Jimmy put it, "I guess your just made to work every 10 years." I've also been working out. Something I haven't done in like 4 years! I'm shocked to feel muscle in my thighs again.

As far as the kids go, Duncan is pretty much potty trained. I still can't believe it happened. I would always just nod politely when people assured me that he would learn when he was ready, the whole time thinking, "yeah right...if I wait till he's ready we'll have to start buying Depends." But it really happened. Finlay is driving me nuts. He is everywhere, going up stairs, banging the T.V., opening cabinets. I'm missing my little baby proof apartment. Here, there are cords, giant baby smashing speakers, a burning hot lava fire place, carpet people actually care about. It's just too much!

As I said, we miss our little apartment. We miss our friends. Duncan has said quite a few times that he would like to move back. He told me the other night that he really misses his race car bed. I have great in-laws but I think we are all anxious for our own place again. Such a funny time in life. Oh well...guess it's time to go watch LOST. Some things don't change.

Well, here are few pics to complete this update. We Found Duncan a wet suit at the thrift store and Finlay is still making his scrunched up old man face =)

When Two Become One

While playing Balderdash on New Year's Eve, Jimmy and I came up with the same fake definition for the word WHOPPITZER and I have the picture to prove it. (you may need to click to enlarge)

First Ride at Knott's Berry Farm

"Look what a big kid I am, sitting here on this thing."

"Alright this thing is down, now lets get this party started! "

"Um, I think I don't like this. Yep, pretty sure I don't like this."

"I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE! I DON'T LIKE THIS!" (and this last one is an actual direct quote)