home sweet home
I have come to a realization in the last few days. I love being home. This is such a strange feeling for me because I don't remember the last time I felt like this. Even though our apartment in Hawaii was really nice (by Hawaii standards at least) I was still always out and about. This was of course for obvious reasons like the sun, beach, pool or whatever. Since being in Tucson I have always been out and about for not so obvious reasons. It was like everyday I made an excuse to go somewhere and do something. Stupid things like take Jack to the car wash even though we had already been that week because "he deserved it." It was always easy to justify going and doing stuff when it was semi for Jack.
Now I have this huge house and granted, we are basically in the middle of nowhere, but I totally don't care. I don't want to leave my house ever, at all. It's like a chore to go to the store or the gym and as soon as we leave I just want to turn around and come home. Surprisingly, Jack feels this way too. Whenever we leave he always makes sure we are going to come back to the "new house." I love it! I am starting to understand the term homebody.
Since it is monsoon season here in Tucson and we live in the "flatlands" down south we have been having some awesome lighting storms at night. Michael took a risk with the camera outside the other night and got some super sweet shots.
Two days ago I made cinnamon rolls and before you go rolling your eyes and saying, "that girl is never gonna finsih losing all the baby weight," know this. I had literally been thinking about making cinnamon rolls since Sunday afternoon. I mean, the thought never left my mind and everytime I ate something I wished it were cinnamon rolls! I figured this was a clear indicator that my body truley needed those cinnamon rolls and by me fighting the urge I was doing myself an injustice. ;)Just wanted to share a bit of the chubby girl logic I am getting so good at.
Here are some pictures of Jack licking the beaters from the frosting. He still doesn't understand the concept of sticking your tongue out and using it to clean the beaters. He worked so hard to get all of the frosting off the beaters but try as he might his little mouth was just too small to fit that big beater all the way in. I felt bad for the little guy so he ended up with a spoonful of frosting for lunch. Great job mom. Yeesh.
We are leaving for Lake Tahoe tomorrow for a family reunion and I have completely failed at meeting my goals. After Violet was born I was sure I could lose all of the baby weight before Tahoe. Well, I still have five pounds and I've had them for weeks. My next decision was that if I couldn't be skinny I would be tan. Welp, the first time I went tanning I burnt to a crisp and I was scared to go back so I am as pastey as ever. Throw that one out the window! Now that I am t-minus one day from leaving for this family reunion I am sitting here eating cinnamon rolls and trying not to think of my failures. Does anyone know any tricks for losing 5 pounds over night while simultaneously becoming tahitian tan?