he fought the wall and the wall won.

When I got home from working out the other morning Colt ran to me, started crying, and acted out this story...

Bonk! Hea! Wol! Hurk! Bonk!

[Bonk! Head! Wall! Hurt! Bonk!...he's got 'bonk' down]

He was running down the hallway chasing Andy and ran smack dab into the wall.  Andy said he almost needed stitches.  Luckily I wasn't home for that one.  I probably would have fainted and done the same thing [bonk!].  Then it would have been up to Molly to care for our wounds and apply the scooby doo band aids.

What I find funny about this boo boo above all the others is the band aid part.  Colt will never, ever keep a band aid on.  He has stubbed his toe so bad that he's bleeding like a stuck pig all over the house and he'll refuse to wear a band aid but for some reason he's kept this one on.  Maybe he noticed all the sympathy he got at Sams Club.

Watch out for those walls folks.

They typically win.

Bonk!

the patch 2010

Next year there will be five of us...

Not really, I just made that up. 

jumpity

Molly has new tricks. 
She can jump!
I've been sitting her in her jumper bouncer for a few weeks now and she would just stare at the toys,  spin around or cry...but as of yesterday, she a bona fide acrobat!

She is so cute about it too.  Her little feet are so dainty when she bounces.  She bounced for an hour straight this morning! It was amazing!  I hope her brain is ok...

I took video...
You should watch.

Since she was in her bouncer so long, there was a moment of panic when I forgot where she was...But then I found her...In her bouncer...



Momma loves her girl!

go poop your guts out

Remember a few blogs back when I said I'd rather have a colonoscopy than take Colt to a public place? Well, I lied.

Today is what were referring to in the Breden household as, Cononoscopy Prep Day aka. Eat Disgusting Chicken Broth All Day Then Go Poop Your Guys Out.

At the beginning of summer I started to have really bad stomach aches. As of this last month they're happening multiple days a week, sometimes multiple days in a row and these bad 'spells' as I like to call them, can last up the 6 hours...two hours at the least. Pretty much...really, really bad pain and the occasional bad spell of diarrhea on the side. Would you like fries with that? No thank you, it would probably give me more diarrhea.

Anyhow, I had an ultrasound this morning to see if it was my gallbladder and my colonoscopy is tomorrow. I'm really hoping we can figure something out soon. There have been a few nights where I'm in bed curled up in a ball just crying because there isn't anything you can do to relieve the pain. I thought once about going to the ER but I prayed through it and the pain slowly started to go away. When I have these stomach aches I'm short with people, I don't want to hold my babies, I feel like I want to throw up. I'm just a mess.

Last night I was up until 2am in pain. I finished off a bottle of pepto [its soothes but doesn't fix] and stayed close to the potty. I'm pretty sure there is nothing in me so I see no point in drinking this disgusting colonoscopy prep juice. I read in the directions last night that you might have to use vasaline to help soothe your butt! Excuse me, Molly? Mommy needs to borrow your A&D ointment. DRAGGING MY FEET! I am, however, excited to get sedated :) I haven't taken a good nap in a while.

So...I'm praying for myself if ya wanna pray for me too.
I wanna feel better and quick!
Off to eat some more jello...

'shun' stage

I'm liking this part of the two's. Colt is past the I-throw-fits-every-five-minutes stage and is now onto the I'm-two-but-still-likable stage.

His funny thing lately is all his 'F' words come out as a 'Sh' sound instead.
Kinda funny.

Ex:
Fun=Shun
Flower=Shower
Fork=Shork
Flag=Shag

This morning in the bathtub he yelled Shart! Then I saw a bubble.
That was a new one.

Meh : /

5%

You might remember earlier in the summer, a few weeks after I had Molly I ran a 5k and lived to blog about it. Since then I've kept up on my workout regiment pretty well. I continued to run after the race until my knee started to hurt. I bought new shoes thinking that was the problem but my knee still hurt so I decided to take some time off running, do some other sort of cross training and try running again after it had healed up or whatever was happening to it. That was my though process, although really I had/have no clue what I'm talking about. I've never worked out this much in my life, so ya.

Kaley had been doing P90X with her hubs [because they're superstars. you can practically see their six packs when they wear tight shirts] and I knew I wasn't ready for that sort of a beafy work out. I was down for some cardio, maybe some Jillian Michaels so I started to look for alternative workouts. Kaley then told me about this other work out she'd been doing that was all cardio but it was pretty insane, hence the programs name INSANITY. Sounds like ablast, eh? She invited me to come work out one morning...I said 'sure'...since I wasn't running I had to do something.

At the beginning of summer I decided that my new motto would be, something is better than nothing. I've never been a big fan of gyms. Don't like people staring at my jiggly parts when I'm trying to get my workout on. So I was going to do other things just to simply keep moving. Kaley's house is cheap to work out at too. And sometimes she makes me coffee afterwards :)

I headed over to Kaley's one morning at 8:30a and we headed down to her basement/work out area. I kept telling her that I was going to die and she said, Don't worry, Everyone dies in this workout. All these people are ripped and they're hunched over on the floor it's so hard. I think she said that making me want to feel better when really it made me want to run to my car as fast as I could and drive far, far away.

I stayed and finished the workout. I remember half way through the warm up asking, Is this STILL the warm up? She nodded. I shed a single tear and kept moving.

Since that day a few months ago I've been driving over to Kaley's house almost every morning during the work week. We work out together and sweat our hineys off while Avalon [her little girl] laughs at us from her play pin. I would probably laugh too.

I've slowly started to add running back into the mix. I got a knee brace and it took care of the knee problem so I'm glad I figured that one out. I like to mix it up though. Running everyday would bore me but I like it as an option. I've got a 4 mile track in my neighborhood. The more I run it the less it feels like 4 miles, which I like. My mom, Andy and some of my other family are running another 5k on Thanksgiving morning so I'll do some training for that too.

Since the 5k I ran on June 5th I've lost 20 lbs. I'm pretty proud of that. I said that I wanted to try to loose 30lbs this summer but a more realistic number was probably 20. I'm loosing it slowly but I'm also enjoying life. If I want a cookie, I'll eat one. I just try to make sure I eat really well the next day and push myself during my next days workout. I'm not into depriving myself to try to loose weight. I don't do well with that and it would probably backfire.

A few nights ago I challenged Andy to a little competition of our own. Who ever could loose 5% of their body weight by Nov 1st gets $100. He likes competitions and has been wanting to loose a little more weight so that is my next goal. I'm kinda nervous just because I know how easily he can loose weight when he puts his mind to it. AND I'm still a hefty one, so 5% of my body weight, well, I won't say how many lbs that is for me, but I've got some work to do! It's a lofty goal for sure but I'm going to try hard. And really, do you know how long it's been since I've had $100 to blow?!? Years. I've already started a mental list of all I want to buy.

Andy told me tonight, You should blog about our competition. It would be good accountability for us. So here you have it. World, we're trying to loose alot of weight next month, Biggest Looser style.

Let it be written.
I think I'll go throw up dinner.

cupcakes and cowboy boots

Colt's 2nd party was a few weeks ago and I'm finally around to blogging about it.  Unfortunately,  my mind went to silly details & getting all my ducks in a row for the big bash which caused me to forget my camera completely.  So the pictures I've taken are the few I snapped with my camera phone.  They don't start remembering things until they're, what? Three?  Hopefully he'll forget who I blew it in the picture category.

I decided to do a Cupcakes and Cowboy Boots theme for Colt's party.  I was trying to think of what he was into so I figured, Eh, he wears his cowboy hat around and thinks that's kinda cool.  Lets go with that.  Actually, my first thought was...let's do a balls party...cause Colt really likes playing with balls.  Baseballs, footballs, juggling balls, etc.  But what exactly would that invitation say? 'It's my party and I've got balls!' or 'Come play with my balls'...wrong.  There are about a million more ball jokes I could keep throwing out but surely someone would defriend me or report me to CPS.

So, cowboy party it was.  Here was the invitation I made.  I thought it was pretty cute:

To protect my parents identity[who allowed me to use their house since mine is the size of a nutrigrain bar] I slapped a gigantic fake mustache over their address. 
That was not apart of the original invitation.
Obvi.

As a party favor [which I forgot to handout, or no one really wanted. haha!] I had cowboy hats & just for fun I bought a bunch of fake mustaches.  My brother and a few other friends had a jolly good time sporting the stache'.  Colt, of course, wanted nothing to do with anything cowboy/mustache/fun related.  Figures.  He was in a semi-weird mood that day.  At first didn't even want his cupcake!  He eventually snapped out of it.  Honestly, I'm not sure he likes all the birthday attention and/or is a fan of large crowds.  He was much more himself after the party when it was just us.  Which is why in the future we're ordering pizza and inviting over the grandparents.  I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that cares about his party. 

Here's a picture of the decor and the cupcakes/cupcake toppers which I spent 86 days making.  The cupcakes were good.  I made the frosting from scratch and piped the frosting all on my own.   Thank you Martha Stewart...I'm glad you're not in jail anymore.

Although our picture taking sucked we did however take lots of video so I sliced together a movie showing the highlights.  You'll see Colt's 'big' present.  We [Andy's family, my brother, my parents and us] all pooled our bucks together and surprised Colt with a John Deere Gator.  He loves it.  But he loves to sit on it and pretend he's driving it more than he likes to actually drive it.  He'll drive it for a few minutes but then gets a little scared.  He'll grow into it...Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.  If not, guess what Molly's getting for her 1st birthday?  She loves John Deere.

All in all it was a great time. 

I love my little doodie head.

Yeehaw.

schwing!

We went to the park today.  Although it looks like Colt and Molly were both really enjoying the swing in this picture, Molly was truly the only one having fun.  Colt a few minutes prior had fallen off another swing when Daddy was pushing him.  He has a slight fear of slides & now swings too.  From now on we'll play with the mulch.

squishy

"I shall call him squishy, and he shall be mine, and he shall be my squishy." -Dory

molly moo, she's 5 months old.

My bouncing baby girl is 5 months old tomorrow.  She brings so much joy to my life.  I like to go to bed early with her and we have a slumber party.  I tickle her,  kiss her, smell her arm pits, make her smile...kiss her some more.  Sometimes I want to bite her, so I bite her paci and hug her at the same time.  It gives me the biting sensation.  She's that good.

She's still sleeping in her seat next to my bed every night.  She probably should have been transitioned to her own crib a few months ago like her brother was but I feel like breaking all the rules I've created in my head.  She's my buddy and honestly, I would miss her.  I figure when I'm ready to move her to her crib it will make sense. Until then, she's my baby girl and I'm going to let her be my baby, right there next to me.  I can promise you she won't be sleeping next to my bed when she goes to kindergarten.

Here's what she's really good at:
-Smiling
-Being sweet.
-Pushing her legs down on the ground and lifting her butt in the air.
-Rolling to her belly when I lay her on her side.
-Telling me she loves me without saying a word.
-Eating [8oz. 4x's a day].
-Wearing cute clothes [size 9-12mo].
-Laughing.
-Crossword puzzles.
-Drooling.
-Sleeping [12 hours a night].
-Eating her fingers.

If I could love her any more, my heart would explode.