End of July

Can you believe that July is already over?  I can't But I am so ready for the fall, this heat this summer has been nasty.  It is so hard to take the boys outside to play because I am afraid they are going to get heat stroke.  So we have been trying to find fun things to do inside, thank goodness for playgroup, the YMCA and the library!

Here are my boys reading in bed one of the evenings when Alan unexpectedly came home early.  Alan's family might recognize which book this is. 

Here is Isaac on all fours...practicing his downward facing dog pose of course...he has been doing this for weeks and does pretty good until he falls on his face.  This last week he learned that he can move from this position to sitting all by himself so that is he current favorite thing to do.  He thinks he is big man on campus when he sits all by himself.

We did brave the heat one morning to head to the Botanical Gardens to feed the fish and play in the splash park.

He is Isaac sporting the new onsie that I made for him since he outgrew the one he got for Christmas.  Don't look too close because you will see his lunch on there as well. 

Weak Sauce

For those who aren't familiar with me and my life prior to getting married and babies, I used to be a pretty fit individual and prided myself with being very strong and capable physically.  I have played sports pretty much since I could walk and have spent many hours of my life on courts, fields, in the gym and enjoying just about any physical activity outside that you can.  Well, I am here to say that I now consider myself weak sauce, and I will tell you why.  Since having Isaac I have been trying to make it to the gym at least once a week to attempt to get myself back into shape and after some not so consistent weeks due to crazy summer schedules I have now decided that I am up for twice a week.  I am happy to report that I was able to meet my goal this week...the sad report is that I am SO sore!  I didn't even do much which is the crazy part, but Wednesday I woke up and could barely move.  I am ashamed to admit this, but it is true...how embarrassing! 

But you know what, I love it.  I love the stress relief, I love the sweating, I love the child watch, I love 45 minutes of time all to myself, I love feeling like I have an identity outside of the four walls of my house, I love pushing the limits of my body and telling it it can when my brain is saying it can't.  SO despite the fact that I am glad that no body at the gym knows me and that I can do my cardio and lift my weak sauce weights, I feel great-sore muscles included!  It feels great to try and reclaim my body, I guess we will have to see if I am successful or not...

Cruising

Isaac sure does love his walker...and he is one determined little boy.  He will chase me in circles trying to get to me!

funny times

Here are some of Peter's latest and greatest....

We were driving to my parents house for a visit which is about an hour and a half drive, and the last 20-30 minutes or so is through essentially corn fields. We are cruising along and I hear Peter start grunting and I look back and his face is red and with a look of pain on it. He then starts crying. Trying to figure out what is going on I ask him if he poops are hurting him and he states "poop hurting Peter's bum...kiss it mommy!" After a good chuckle and informing him that I am sorry he is in pain but mommy is not going to kiss his bum, I pulled over to let him finish his business and change his diaper. My first diaper change in a corn field!

I was nursing Issac one afternoon and Peter comes to sit next to me on the couch. He looks over and says "Mommy feeding Isaac." And I said yes, he is hungry. Peter then leans on in like he is going to join and and says "Peter hungry too, Peter drink mommy's milk!" I told him he probably wouldn't like it and that he has milk in his cup that is much better. He seemed to be satisfied with that, thankfully.

Peter has been carrying around a t-shirt on a little hanger for about 5 days now and you can find it hung in various places around the house. He will hang it up and then come and say "Like daddy, isn't it?!" This all because Alan hung up a shirt after he had ironed one day so it would stay pressed until he put it on...

He now calls "Mommy where are you and mommy come here" in the mornings after he wakes up as well as "Where mommy go?" Which I think is cute. When I go to get him, he says "There mommy is! and then wants to go see Isaac. Where he jumps on the bed, gets in his face and says "Hi little one!" Isaac loves it!

We were sitting at the table the other day finishing up dinner when it becomes obvious that Peter is filling his diaper, so I ask him. "Are you making a present for daddy?" To which he replies "Happy Birthday Daddy"