Who doesn’t love exploding art?

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Not me.  I love exploding art.  I didn’t know I loved it until a couple days ago.

But then I tried it and realized that hey, if it explodes it’s probably fun.  Also, SweetPea liked it.  So that means we’ll get to do more exploding art.  Which is kind of awesome.

I might be a wee bit addicted to pinterest…but in my defense I actually use a lot of the recipes and kid activities I pin.  So I justify my time on pinterest.  It enhances my life.  And my kids’ lives.  And it’s amazing.  Hold up, I need to pin something…

Anyway, I found this activity for erupting apple sidewalk chalk paint and thought it was amazing.  So naturally I had to try it out.  Fortunately it was very easy to set up.  And it was super fun.  For both kid and Mom.

I would highly recommend you try it.  I might even go so far as to suggest that those of you with kids should definitely try it, everyone else should do it just for themselves.  Because it’s paint.  And it explodes.  And that’s kind of awesome.

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First Birthday!!

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This post is a little late going up.  But last month we celebrated our Bub’s first birthday.

Unsurprisingly, we’ve been busy.  So getting pictures up took a little longer than I would have liked.

But on to the show!

There were presents.  And Bub loved them, so did his sister, SweetPea 🙂 .  But even better than presents were chocolate cupcakes.  With pink frosting, of course.  And yes, SweetPea did pick out both the flavor of the cupcakes AND the color of the frosting.  Bub can pick those things next year, you know, when he’s talking.
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This next picture proves that Bub is my child.  I make that same face every time I eat chocolate.  Every single time.  It’s just so dang good.IMG_0401

This next picture proves that Bub is related to my husband.  He does the same thing whenever he eats chocolate.  Or spaghetti for that matter.  That’s actually not true, he’s a bit of freak about getting food on his hands and face.

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But this face is why we love him so!

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Also this face.

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Happy Birthday Bub!  We’re so lucky to have two wonderful kids.  And here’s to lots more crazy, messy, wonderful adventures. I hope you all are enjoying your families and your chocolate as much as I am.

RoW80 – First Week Check In

Well I’m one week into the first RoW I’ve actually started from the beginning.

As far as plotting/outlining.  I’m doing awesome.  I’ve figured out the final showdown.  I’ve figured out the resolution.  Sure, some of the details are fuzzy.  But I have a pretty good idea about where I want to go and the route I want to take.  So I’m pretty excited about that.  As in, I’m super excited.  I can’t stop talking about it.  I’m actually starting to feel sorry for my husband…he keeps changing the subject but after about 2.3 seconds I bring it right back.

My word count goal was 1000 words 3 days a week.  I didn’t do that.  I did write 3000 words, just not in 3 days…so I give myself a gold star for achieving that goal.  I definitely achieved the heart of the goal this week.

I’m doing great at not rereading/editing my work so far.  That’s definitely been the easiest goal thus far.

No flash fiction this last week, but that was an every other week goal.  So I need to pump one out this upcoming week.  Hopefully I find this prompt somewhat more inspiring than the last.  Although, if I was being honest, working with an uninspiring prompt would probably be very good for me.

This upcoming week might be a bit of a challenge.  I work the first half of the week and then my husband leaves town for the second, so I’ll have to carve writing time between work, sleep (which I don’t get nearly enough of as is), and taking care of the kids.  Hopefully my momentum at figuring out the final bit of my book can keep me going through this week!  I believe Hemingway wrote this quote: Write drunk, edit sober.  I’ve adopted that mantra…only I made it fit my life: Write exhausted to the point of delirium, edit rested.  I still haven’t done any editing, so I might have to amend the last bit…it might be more of: Write exhausted to the point of delirium, edit hopped up on caffeine.

Any suggestions on how to write when your energy tank is most assuredly less than optimal?

Getting in the Groove

Call me crazy.  But after having kiddo #2 (how the heck am I old enough for 2 kids…I am certainly not mature enough…ohmy), starting my first job as an RN (and working the nightshift to boot), and purchasing our first home (what!!?!) a few little things have slipped through the cracks.  Like vacuuming.  And working out.  And while the not vacuuming does eventually drive me crazy, this whole being too tired to move makes my whole life body feel like poo.  So call me silly, but I’m doing a DietBet.

A DietBet, what’s that crazy nonsense? (that’s what I imagine you’re saying)

Well I gambled 35 dollars. Online. And made a bet that I would lose 4% of my bodyweight in 4 weeks.  That’s almost 6 pounds for the whole time or about 1.4 pounds a week…which if you know your stuff about losing weight that is on the higher end of healthy weight loss, but still healthy.  It will also get me really close to my best weight.  I say best weight because at that weight  I tend to just feel really good.  To maintain that weight I have to continue eating healthy (most of the time) and I have to move my body (more than just running up and down the halls of the hospital) a couple times a week.  This makes my body happy.  Which makes me happy.

Did I also mention that I’m trying yoga right now?  With a back that has a history of going out every few months I started seeing a physical therapist.  Diagnosis: my hamstrings are so stinkin’ tight they’re pulling my back out.  Shocking, that the person who loudly proclaims how much she hates bending has gone so long without bending that now I can’t bend…without some painful repercussions.

Needless to say, yoga!  Not so fun right now.  But my goal is to do it 3-4 times a week during this DietBet challenge.  Hopefully I’ll get flexible enough that I stop crying during class (yes, that was me with the tears in Thursday’s class, and no, I really didn’t bend that far, and no again, I didn’t injure myself) either that or going will become a habit and I’ll just keep going until it stops hurting.  Cross your fingers for me (I would but that is classified as bending, and I don’t do that).

So 1 week down. How’d I do? I dropped some weight. Whoop, whoop. Went to yoga 2 times (better than 0).  And realized how pathetically unfit I am.  Oops.  But now that I’m moving, it doesn’t feel too bad to be out of shape.  Because I know it’s only temporary and decent shape (and maybe, dare I dream? good shape) will follow!

Wanna Be Like Dad

Apparently my kids want to be like their dad.  I can’t say I blame them.  I mean, I think he’s pretty awesome.

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SweetPea trying on Dad’s shoes

I have to say, I particularly love this next photo.  Dan captured a similar photo of SweetPea and me sleeping in identical positions when she was only a few months old too.  It’s kind of precious.  So I was really excited when I saw the boys sleeping like this.  I had to, just had to take a picture.

Bub imitates Dad even while sleeping

Bub imitates Dad even while sleeping

 

Family Fun Time

I love the fall.  I love the colors of fall (even though I don’t live on the east coast).  Around here we get aspen and larch turning gold.  And maybe it’s just because I grew up with those particular views, but there’s nothing better than going for a drive and seeing a hillside speckled with gold from all the larch.  It’s a good sight.

However, the larch needles…not so fun to rake up and jump in.

That might be why I like that we have big maples in front of our place.  Because that means we get a big ole pile of leaves.  Which is prime for jumping.

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Don’t worry, she didn’t jump with the sucker in hand.  In fact, she didn’t jump in the leaves AT ALL this outing.  It took a few more times before she started having fun in leaves.  But we got there.

And then, when we come inside we still have fun.

Tummy Time!

Tummy Time!

I might use the term “we” loosely, because, as evidenced from the picture, somebody isn’t having much fun.  Well, I guess tummy time isn’t so fun when you can barely lift your giant noggin off the floor.