Sleepy Bouncer

This is what happens when you party too hardy

So sweet and sleepy.

First hand out, First shoot, First Bacon drink

I should be writing my Relief Society lesson for tomorrow.
I teach the "Teaching for our times" lesson once a month, where you create a lesson from conference talks... yeah. I don't even have a lesson book to fall back on.

Tomorrows (Today's?) lesson is based on Elder Uchtdorf's October 2011 General Conference talk "Forget Me Not"

I did manage to cut out a large Forget-me-not for the board and make these hand outs for the "Group Discussion", other wise known as the "please-talk-for-a-long-time-because-I-didn't-prepare-much-else" time. 

Its the first hand out I've ever made. Simple, I know, but it took, like... three hours.

I also want to shorten the video of the talk to show a portion of it in class... so I have that uploading to iMovie... should in done in about two hours.

*Note to self: don't wait 'till the last minute to prepare lessons. Or if you do, don't insist on elaborate lessons.*

Anyway,  last night (Friday night) was awful. 

Kaleb now refuses to sleep in his crib longer than an hour, but thats a different post, what I'm getting to is the fact that I was completely exhausted this morning. 

Basically I had a rough start to what ended up being a good day.

Blake left in the morning to play basketball, so when he came home around 10am, I had finally gotten Kaleb to sleep for his first nap. I'm completely drained and Blake's like: 

"So how was your workout time?"

Granted "Paige's Workout Time" in on the schedule I put on the wall, but I still felt so defensive and snappy. I believe my response was some sort of guttural noise... he didn't press the issue.

So, I'm feeling crappy because I didn't work out and was kinda called on it. 

I go to the kitchen to make breakfast and our sink is FULL of dishes. Completely overflowing on both sides. Now, I dont know why I just expect Blake to do them, but he knows how much I detest doing them so I think he should always just do them. 

Apparently I'm wrong.

I asked him (probably accusatorially) why the dishes weren't done and he says something to the effect of "I don't know why aren't they done?"

Not a pleasant morning.

But then I started getting our cameras ready and getting pumped for the day's engagement session. 

I was honestly really excited. 

It was my first engagement session since I had Kaleb.

And these clients are pretty rock'in.

So we dropped the little dude off with Grandma and Grandpa Green for safe keeping until we returned.

Well, the session was fun, and I found my groove easier and more smoothly then I had anticipated. 

We shot in Old Town Orange where the shops and street make for good times.

It also really helped that these particular clients were attractive and fun.

I'd probably hang out with them even if they didn't pay me.

We ended the shoot at Old Towne Grinder and Ice Cream Parlor. Hands down best part of the shoot. 

Its this cool place with a million different varieties of bottled soda (or "pop". When I say "bottled" I just feel like "pop" sounds better than "soda"... anyway...) and after we got some cool shots, Blake and I decided to get a bottle ourselves. 

I chose this deliciously refreshing pottle of pumpkin pie soda. So yummy. 

But Blake chose this. This nasty bottle of Bacon Soda. In his defense, he was looking for black licorice soda, but our clients... with some help from me... convinced that he should get bacon soda just for the bragging rights. 

Blake made us all drink some too.

It smelled like gym feet.

It tasted like carbonated liquid smoke.

Blake kept burping and shivering in disgust.

It was freaking hilarious. :D 

Our clients, tasting the nasty Bacon Soda.

On the way home, I told Blake I wanted a picture of the two of us.
Something I hadn't done in years.

I try to avoid pictures as much as possible, unless its some kind of special occasion or my son is with me.

I avoided being infront of the camera because I was so embarrassed and hated how I looked.
Well, I still hate how I look, but I'm not embarrassed so much.

I think my previous post was some kind of liberation. I mean, everyone knows my secret shame now, might as well stop pretending.

Thats not to say I'm going to stop trying (though at the Elders Quorum activity I ate pasta, bread, cake and ice cream all before I even realized what I was doing... lame.) But I might as well stop hiding and document my life with out fear.

and my progress too. :D

So here's my "happy day and no makeup" picture, at a red light with my awesome husband who often tells me he loves me and that I'm beautiful. 

So, yeah. Overall... Good day. 

Oh, and here's one of my favorite's from today's session! 

*On a completely different side note: I changed the sidebar of this blog a bit. I gave Blake and I our own picture (from our last professional shoot right before I got pregnant, November 2010), I updated Kaleb's  picture and I added two new tracker thingies. One for how long we've been married (under Blake's picture) and one for my fitness goal (weight) progress (under my picture).*

What the eff?: Goals and Grief

My original intention with this blog was to have a place to be completely candid and have an actual outlet for all the randomness and arbitrary thoughts that pop into my head.

It has become a "let-me-quickly-blog-this-event-post-some-pictures-and-type-a-few-captions-in-5-minutes" blog.

Boo.

Heres to putting forth the effort to type the things I think.

Its difficult not to lose yourself when you become a mother. Especially a new mother who owns a business, runs a wedding blog (which has become 200x easier since Becky joined me) and can never quite finish the laundry... ever.

Who is also... I can't believe I'm confessing this... 60 pounds heavier than when you were married. (by "you" I, of course, mean "I")


Speaking of how huge I've become, what the eff dude?! 
I finally have a gym membership (thanks to my father who one day, basically said "Hey honey, you really need to lose some weight. Lets get you working out!") and with Blake's new schedule and the weird infant child care hours, I can never even go!
But exercise is only half of it right? Eating right is step one.
I always BUY the healthy food with "grilled-chicken-or-baked-fish" expectations and I usually end up with homemade brownie realities.

BEFORE
This is me, about a month before my wedding. 130 pounds and having a FABULOUS hair day.

AFTER
This is me 190 pounds, one week ago. I chose a particularly horrible picture from an awful hair day. 

Holy crap.
I mean, I physically feel awful (and I feel guilty and bad for Blake. Clearly not what he signed up for.)

How did this happen? Simple. I got lazy and learned how to cook.
I screwed up.

Recently, thanks to Netflix and my need to always have noise going on in the background, I have been watching the Biggest Loser and feeling inspired.
Feeling motivated.

Its difficult to take myself seriously at this point. I mean how many diets have I been on? How many times have I said "I'll just start on Monday"? Lots. Lots and Lots.

So here it is. My online confession in the hopes of being held accountable and actually following through with goals.

My food goals.

Ick. I've never been very disciplined when it came to food. 

Salad. I need you people to push salad on me like you're on a mission for the church of health food.

Anyway, its easy to lose yourself and I truly believe that writing a "journal" or honest blog will help me to navigate my way back to me. Or help build a new me anyway.

So heres to that!

But don't worry. This isn't going to become a diet blog or self loathing journal.
Just an honest record of good and bad.

(and if you ever think I'm sharing too much, feel free to click that little red "x" on your browser.)

Its after midnight... that must be why my filter is gone.

Battleships and Battalions: Our Day in San Diego

This past weekend Jillian, Kyle and the kidlets came down for some family time.

We were able to drive down to San Diego with them (and Becky&Quinn and Mom&Dad) too meet up with Jordan and Freesia and head over to the USS Midway Museum.

It was Kaleb's first big outing and I'm sure he appreciated having some company (aka uncle Quinn and aunty Becky) in the back seat with him for that long drive.

The USS Midway!

There were very cool jets like this all over the ship. Inside and out.

Kaleb and Mommy! (Mommy is listening to the Audio tour and Kaleb is rocking an awesome hat.)

This was one of the prepping rooms for the pilots. 

Kaleb was getting a little fussy (no strollers allowed in most of the ship) so Daddy made him a little cocoon.
Don't you love their matching hats?

This is the officer's living area. It may look cramped, but it is luxurious compared to the enlisted men's living area.

Kaleb and Grandpa Green! It was getting windy outside so we put Kaleb's sweater on him. I love it! It used to be Blake's when he was a baby. :D

 After that we made our way to Old Town San Diego...

Then we had dinner at this cool little place called "The Livingroom". Tasty food and calming ambiance.

After dinner we decided to check out the Mormon Battalion Historic Site. 

It was a lot more enjoyable then I expected. Not that I was expecting it to be boring, but I thought it was just a walk around kind of thing, but they had a cool little show and lots of "hands on" stuff.

*Stolen from Quinn and Becky's blog*
 This is Quinn in full Mormon Battalion gear. 

*Stolen from Quinn and Becky's blog*
We all got to pan for "gold" at the end of the night. 

I am so happy we were able to spend this time with family! We had lots of fun.
I guess the only thing missing was Vance and Melissa!

Kaleb is 5 months old!

My Kaleb is growing and growing!

He is now:

• Rolling over
• Refusing to drink out of a bottle… Mommy's milk only!
• Smiling and cooing at Daddy when he comes home from work.
• Loving it when Daddy wears the baby carrier while he plays video games. (Mario Kart: the lightning and squids make him yell)
• Eating baby cereal (mixed with Mommy's milk only, of course)
• Grabbing his toys and putting them directly in his mouth
• Biting mommy's face to let her know he is hungry
• Sleeping in his crib all night (well, maybe one midnight snack)
• Wobbly sitting up… sort of
• Bouncing in his jumper while watching Baby Mozart at least once a day
• Laughing when Daddy laughs
• Closing his eyes, calming down and smiling when we cover his face with kisses
• Singing himself to sleep at nap-time and bed-time. 
• Making his Mommy and Daddy so happy to have him as their baby. 

He is also getting more and more handsome!

So, the question that has been popping up more and more is : "Who does Kaleb resemble more?"

We've agreed that he looks more like Mommy from the nose down and more like daddy from the nose up, but can't agree who he looks more like over all. 

Care to voice your opinion?

Who does Kaleb resemble more?

Mommy Daddy Perfect mix !

I know who I think he resembles most… but I'll keep that to myself until the votes are in. :D