1,000 Pageviews and 'Before' pictures.

I just hit one thousand page views on my blog of three months. I'd guess I'd consider that a bigger success then I thought it would be. So thank you very much for 'tuning in' to this rural mother's ramblings and rants. I appreciate it.

So weight loss= Blah. I know, I know. It's getting old for me as well. But the many experts say that one great tool for weight loss inspiration is a public forum, (like this) for motivation, support and accountability. So, here is my "before" picture. It happens to be the only one I have, since I don't usually allow people to take my picture at this stage of post-pregnancy. But my friend, pictured here with me, isn't likely to be back in Iowa for a while and I made an exception. She looks fantastic by the way!
I started out having babies at a respectable 135 pounds which is a pretty good weight for someone 5'6". This is a photo of me about to deliver at 220 pounds. (if you can believe it, I'm hoping you can't) And finally today three months post delivery at 175 lbs, and going down. So It's embarrassing, but surprisingly motivating. Expect more weight loss photos, once a month for as long as it takes me to get to my goal of 135. (which I am hoping will be in the next few months)

Father's Day

My husband and I get made fun of often for our public affection for one another, but it's genuine and we can't seem to stop it.(not that we wanted to)
So....

I love this man because...
he is cute
he is the nicest guy I've ever met
he's a great daddy
makes cute babies
folds laundry really really well
he makes me laugh
and keeps this chic grounded. (much needed)

We try and make him feel special everyday but especially on Father's Day. Every year early church services and the hustle of getting five people ready in their 'Sunday best' prevent us from making Daniel breakfast in bed, like other families. So, we have a different tradition. The kids decorate daddy a tie. No matter what it looks like daddy always wears it to church... believe me he can pull it off.

I was a little worried this year as our daughters had uncooperative feet, but he LOVED it!

I picked him out a few new polo shirts for work. Fairon picked him out a 'paisley' tie. (they are really good at picking out paisleys now) and Brighton chose a remote control helicopter for Dan, which turned out to be the BEST gift. Boys never outgrow toys. It was the best father's day for the best father.

What my daughter thinks of her daddy...

In church for Father's Day they asked Brighton some questions about her dad and filled in her responses...

Afterward she drew picture of him which was a straight line and a big smile...which if you know my husband is just about right.

Reasons Why I ACTUALLY suck at blogging...

I don't actually do anything. I love to read people's blogs who everyday are taking pictures of their kids, crafts, and activities.
Secretly, I guess not so secretly anymore, think "is their life really as interesting as this blog entry seems?"
"Did they really just get the perfect picture of their children actually getting along?"
Or did they just spend five minutes yelling at their kids to do the 6 S's :Sit down, Stop wiggling, Shut up, Stop hitting your sister, and SMILE! Followed by the expletive starting with 'S'!

Here is my ACTUAL day....blog worthy?
I woke up to LOUD crying down stairs and simultaneously realized 1. I forgot to turn on the baby monitor and 2. Yep, I still have a headache.
I put Fairon and Paisley in bed with me, in the hopes that they will each sleep about an hour longer...crept out of my bedroom. Did the dishes from the night before, managed to squeeze doing two loads of laundry in before they all woke up.
Threw some whole wheat eggo waffles in the toaster. (see I'm a good mom, whole wheat is healthy!) Slathered them with peanut butter and syrup so they would actually eat aforementioned whole wheat waffles.
Changed diapers but not clothing. Blew a fuse.(an actual fuse, not figurative, although almost)
Folded two loads of laundry, watched them get promptly unfolded. called a friend....complained about how I suck at blogging.
Came upstairs and put my fingers to the keyboard amid yelling and crying.
Right now, there is a child on my lap, a child crying, and one child actually ripping little bits of typing paper into 'snow'. We are still in our jammies and we had scrambled eggs for lunch.

This is my actual life. blog worthy?
I'm hoping so.