Buzz lightyear to the rescue

(swimming lessons alone may or may not be the reason it says 3 and over on the box....just sayin' ;)

When we purchased our home we knew it had a built in trampoline but what we didn't realize was that along with that very trampoline we would be equipped with a life time supply of balls and broken squirt guns. I remember it was a gray damp day when the husband convinced me that I should be the one to climb under our trampoline and retrieve the goods.. It seemed like a perfect breeding ground for small animals and large insects.....he said something about me being so small and pretty and under I went....I am shaking my head just writing this :)  Half barred was a tiny buzz light year figurine. I dusted it off and handed it up to my little Mister, naturally it went straight into his mouth. He carried "Baby Buzz" around that entire day. It was love my friends. And this is where the stories of Buzz Lightyear  began. 

The story of "Big Buzz."

Taking a toddler to all of my OB appointment definitely seemed like it was going to be a story in the making. You know the stories where you either laugh or cry because your laying on a table half dressed with a loose sheet over you while your busy toddler reorganize the doctors drawers while simultaneously trying to stick sharp objects in the outlet..... But what I wasn't expecting was to look back at those busy doctor visits and feel my heart smile. And have the very best kind of story. 

The very first thing that would happen when we would walk through the doors would be Jett running over to the toys and grabbing "Big Buzz." Buzz would be his partner in crime for the rest of the visit, he never sat him down, not even for a second. You can imagine the tears whenever we had to leave "Big Buzz" so "other children can play with him." The Mister and Buzz were super busy and never seem to notice my nurses and nurse practitioner poking and prodding at me. But when my actual doctor came in who was a man The Mister took notice.

The doctor came over and measured my tummy, her heart beat and was preparing to "check and sweep." In the words of Buzz light year "when there is danger there is a space ranger!" Jett threw down his beloved toy and started screaming at the doctor "NO!! Byebye  NOOO BYEE!!" he looked over at me yelling "MAMAamamaa BYE BYE." Jett who usually is more of a lover than a fighter shocked me when all 30 pounds of him lunged forward clawing and swinging at my physician while a nurse on hand held him back. The nurse commented over the screaming "he is trying to protect you!" My eyes welled up with hot tears. I was trying to smile and tell him Mama was okay.....which is near impossible to do during a "check and sweep." I reached out and held his still swinging little fists. As soon as the doctor stepped away The Mister stopped swinging and ran over to Buzz. When leaving the two nurses on hand stuck out their hands where they excitedly received high fives. When my doctor bent down with his hand out stretched Jett looked forward and walked right by him. "Did I just get burned by a two year old?" my doctor asked in a puzzled voice. We all laughed knowing that in his little way he was protecting me, his mother. I kinda love that....:)

The Story of "Baby Buzz."

There is something about having a nice ripe belly and a toddler in your arms that makes advice given people just gravitate towards you! My favorite gem of advice was given by a lady just walking by who off handily commented"remember there is always room for two on that lap of yours!" So when I was sitting in my little yellow rocker feeding Wynnie and Jett wanted up I welcomed him. I pulled the Mister on my lap and switched the Miss to the other side. When I looked down I couldn't stop laughing......Jett was holding "Baby Buzz" up to get some milk.....Much to my shock I was nursing Wynnie on one side and buzz lightyear... on the other. I apparently rock at tandem feeding!! HA. Due to the PG-13 nature of it all I didn't take any pictures...you're welcome....

my little olympians

The olympics have been a prettty big deal around here. We LOve watching and cheering!

My greatest hope is that my children will grow up to be the 

Michael Phelps and Gabby Douglas

of their own lives.

The inspiration to make gold medals for my own little olympians came from my very detailed five year old hand print (inspiration below.) The Miss and Misters  turned out less detailed and more fossil like,

but we had so much fun.....except  for maybe the Mister, he sampled the dough...definitely not gluten free ;)

you can find the recipe we used right here.

My freshman year of biology we were learning about the reproduction system and my professor drew this comic on the white board....I don't think it will never not be funny to me..HA...HA

Happy Olympics 

A little less to Love: Mrs July

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Happy half birthday to me (and candi!)  Do you guys know what this means? It means I only have six months to start crossing things off that "cake list" I wrote last time I blew out  my birthday candles! Which brings me to the topic of this post, item number 6 on that list.

When it comes to the dreaded scale most ladies and gentlemen alike have a number they feel awesome at. My healthy, fit dare I say sexy number is 135. I thought it would be fun if on the 27th of each month I posted progress photos....... simply because there is nothing quite like posting your weight for the whole world to see to keep you accountable....the whole world checks this blog, right??

I currently have forty pounds left to lose.......I was hoping for at least 10 more  "freebie pounds" after having my sweet baby before I had to pull out the old sweat and starve  method. That hasn't been the case :)

The Husband suggested we work out together....since it only takes about 2.5 seconds for that man to turn into my own personal trainer, making me as grumpy as ever.......I give that a week! I suggested to him we should consider making out rather than working out together....... Kyler if you are reading this I am being completely serious.....what do you say? Although I did hear that"couples that work out, work out."

My plan of actions includes a gallon of water, keeping a detailed food diary and working out with thee Jillian Michaels. I called and told my sister that Jillian has been just sitting in my dvd player for sooo long I was worried she was going to be fat when I actually worked out with her this morning. Don't worry Jilly was still as toned and intimidating as ever.....There is definitely a difference working out with her opposed to simply watching her make other people work out on television....I am not going to say which one I prefer....;) 

I wasn't prepared for this!

Well meaning friends and strangers at the grocery store warned "it will me much harder with two." I prepared myself for sleepless nights and a far messier home. I knew my "more motherly" figure would be difficult to dress. I figured my darling almost two year old  would watch an unnecessary amount of T.V. and that I would have my moments where I felt like I got this only for the very next 

breath to be thinking that

 I have no idea what I am doing.

But what I wasn't prepared for is to feel happier and more at peace than I ever have felt in my entire life. Or for the first time to feel so completely content. Nope I wasn't warned that watching my normally rambunctious little boy trying to protect his little sister from a well meaning neighbor, simply trying to hold her, would make my heart swell and throat tighten.....Yep, I honestly wasn't prepared for this at all...

clever

{all a baby needs is food, love and maybe something a little frivolous....like a felt watch ;)

My heart would skip a beat every single time I saw a photo of  a big  brother carefully holding his baby sister. Images like those float around pinterest where mothers like myself hopelessly pin it to our boards that we really should title "unrealistic expectations." because I am afraid that is exactly what I had!

When Jen herem came to take the Misses newborn photos I could hardly wait to help recreate the magic I had gone crazy pinning.......except mister Jett was more interested in jumping on the bed than smiling at the camera with his sister proudly in his arms....

So me in all my cleverness decided to put a gummy bear on my newborn daughters ear so in the photo it would look like he was lovingly touching her....genius I know.....except for  unfortunately the mister decided that it would be a lot easier to just grab it with his mouth!! Poor, poor Wynnie totally and completely got headed butted!! 

Naturally she screamed while I panicked and the mister continued to eat his gummy bear.

The moral of the story is I may never have a perfect posed photo of my two little ones..... especially considering the speed I have to take those photos before the Mister decides picking up his baby sister and giver her a little squeeze is a good idea..... but honestly I am kind of hopelessly in love with the ones I do have of them....pinterest worthy or not....and putting gummy bears on a newborn is never a good idea..:) Lessoned learned.

picnics and personalities

The Husband swung open the door and before he even said hello he told me he just took a personality test at work and he needed to know if we were compatible. I nonchalantly  scrolled through answering the questions. I was shocked appalled/offended  with how well it described me. I was compared to Ophlia in Hamlet The Husband was compared to JFK and Michelle Obama. Needless to say according to that little ol' test we weren't a good match. The Husband smiled that beautiful smile of his and said "well we already have two kids together I think we should try to make this work." I not so softly slugged him in the arm.

But today when I called and told The Husband we were going on a picnic for dinner tonight (code for I don't feel like cooking so how does a peanut butter sandwich under a shade tree sound??) And his response was"sounds perfect, should I pick up pizza or fried chicken?" 

We get each other......nothing like fried chicken and pizza to bring someone together ;)

You can find that little test here. Get ready for a little self discovery. Out of curiosity did it describe you? Any love birds "not compatible?"

a name and blessing

My Madre made Miss Wynnie the most exquisite blessing gown, an heirloom in the making. It was love my friends!. Im in love with every single detail......I want to frame it!

 I was told during the blessing she stared sweetly and intently at her daddy. She looked so angelic! After she was pronounced a name and a blessing my cousin Sandra handed me a crumbled up piece of paper where she rapidly jotted down bits and pieces of the words The Husband said during the blessing. I don't think she will ever know how much I  will treasure that crumbled up old program that recorded the words that I would have forgotten other wise. The next baby blessing I attend I am coming equipped with a pencil and paper....and that babies parents will love me forever just like I love my sweet cousin! 

Incredible blessing and promises were made to the little miss. One thing that I love was she was blessed 

"to show love to those in need of it."

For anyone who has had an opportunity to be around and feel her sweet little spirit and her inherent goodness they can testify she is doing exactly that!  She truly is exactly what our little family never even realized we were missing. Love her.