I'm One!!

For my actual birthday on Friday, Mom let me do lots of fun things like play in the toilet, pull all the wipes out of the container, play with marbles and rubber bands. She's the best! I also got to go to the park. Mom looked ridiculous chasing me all around. I don't why she bothers? Now that I can walk, there really is no stopping me.

On Sunday we had a party for me....oh and for Dad too, but with smiles like this, no one paid much attention to Pops.

Mom made me this shark fin cake. Get it? 'Cause they call me Fin? I was so happy when they cut that big fin off and put it on my tray.

Here's that cake I was talking about. I wonder if she's going to make me a fin cake every year?

I just love smiling at that little red box with the flashing light! Almost as much as I love being one!

Lately..

Here's a glimpse at life these days at the MacD's

basking in the sunlight on green green grass

trying to "get things done" while keeping this kid alive

experiencing the ice cream truck in underwear

finishing off green St. Patty shakes in underwear

making squishy "dams" in closets

(i need an editor. this used to say damns.)

discovering the essence of boy through trios and legos

sucking up every free moment of grandma's time usually to study this

feigning interest in new bike.

and the best day, SATURDAY. Wrestling with Dad

As for the rest of us, Jimmy's job is going well. He's gone too much, but I'm learning to be a little less selfish. I'm working on getting a grip on life and motherhood. This really helps give me something to focus on each month. Finlay is kind of walking. He knows how. He would just rather stick with what works and that's enough for me. The in-laws just informed us that we haven't worn out our welcome, so life will continue as is for a bit longer. No real complaints here.

My Day

6:20 Am : up with kids...

6:30-9am : eat breakfast, watch Handy Manny, play

9:30-11am: Grandma babysits, Finlay naps, and I go for a nice long run

11am: Get home, get kids and go to park for "Park Pals" (notice there's no mention of shower or even change clothes)

11:15-1pm: Watch kids play, enjoy sun, make new friends

1- 2:30pm: Change clothes, lunch at Soup Plantation with Liz and kids, try my new ergo baby hipster style.

3pm: Fin naps, clean out the car for the first time since August, Duncan plays with cousins.

5pm: Make dinner - pizzas. (still no mention of shower)

6pm: eat dinner

7pm: Grandma does dishes, just like every night, Fin goes to bed.

7:30: Duncan ready for bed and reading books with grandma

7:45-9pm: Jimmy and I go for walk at the beach, get ice cream and rent a movie.

9-9:30: figure out how to set up clear play.

9:30-11pm: watch "Up in the Air" (waiting anxiously for the troublesome topics I read about on the clear play description, only to be dissapointed)

11:30pm: Shower, go to bed (ok, not really. but that's what I should've done. the rest is true)

and my daily companions....

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?