We chat. They jump.

My two smallest children have a new shared love.

Jumping on my bed.

So now let's pretend that this is precisely the reason why I have made my bed so infrequently all these years, m'kay? 

It's because of the kids.  They just jump on it and mess it all up, those little rascals, they.

 

Now you just let them jump there, and I'll finally check in as if I remember from time to time that I have a blog. 

Now that the weather is perfect in every way, we have spent our days walking to the park, the library, the lake, the other park and the other park, every single afternoon without fail.  My upper arms are finally seeing the return of a little muscle action from pushing our double stroller all over town, and I'm sure my backside would see a difference, too, if I weren't offsetting all of the exercise by inhaling the cupcakes I baked for myself for the kids.  I mentioned here a couple weeks ago that I'd finally lost thirty of my fifty pregnancy pounds and just like that I fell off the wagon.  Interesting, yes?  I am determined to continue getting back on the doggone wagon, though, no matter how many times I fall off, because my eight month old baby girl is going to have a birthday at the end of this summer and then I can no longer say I am overweight because I *just* *had* *a* *baby*.  Something about using that excuse one year later bleeds I consumed six funfetti frosted cupcakes last weekend.

Keep jumping kiddies.  Blur blur blur.

I also went through my tumor check this week, which I have been doing every three months since last September.  And each time this rolls around I tell myself I shouldn't worry unless I know I need to, blah blah blah.  And every time I finish having those strong positive thoughts I begin worrying immediately about the ovary checking process (unpleasant) and the tumor marker blood draw (frightening) and then I spend all of the in-between days hoping this isn't the time I have cancer, three small children, blah blah blah.  Results next week, repeat in three months.  I informed my doctor, this week, that if another tumor is spotted I would most definitely benefit from a complete hysterectomy rather than just another take a chunk of this, portion of that again.  This worrisome process every few months is for the birds.  (Is it awful to admit that in the days before and after the tests until results come in I always sing in my brain We're Going on a Tumor Hunt, slightly adapted from a happy children's song?  THIS is precisely the reason I tried to convince the damn doctor to take all the guts on the operating table last year.)  (Also, yes, I know that is a very strange thing to sing.  Somebody mail me some coping skills.  I'll give you my address.) 

 

Yikes!  Bounce, fall, jump.  Giggle giggle giggle.

Little league is also still all kinds of fun, even when my son Mexican Hat Dances on second base.  I'll guess that becomes less cute when these kids play at twelve and thirteen, yes?  I've been trying to wrap my head around what sport and for whom might be next, now that we have reached That Age (oh how fast, babies, toddalahs, baseball players.  What next?  Driving?)  We did decide to sign Jack up for a two-mornings-per-week preschool in the fall for purposes of fun and socialization, and thus he becomes our double duty kid, homeschooling and preschooling both.  Nothing like conducting this parenting thing by the seats of our proverbial pants, eh?  My hope is that it will be a fantastic opportunity for him to make friends outside the shadow of his big brother, and pick up a whole new sort of structure along the way. 

The laughing and the blurring- it never gets old.

Aaaaand we're off- to the eye doctor this time.  Today is the day I finally stop applying super glue to KJ's glasses every few hours.  Fingers crossed he picks something good.

How's your intro to summer been?

Comments

[Tina]

too cute! =)

[BetteJo]

I thought I needed new glasses with all that blurring - glad you mentioned it so I knew it was the pics!

Yeah, falling off that wagon. I just ate ice cream. Really bad high fat real cream apply right to my thighs ice cream. :(

[Jen L.]

I, too, have fallen off the wagon, as evidenced by the dozen Krispy Kremes sitting on my kitchen counter. It ain't my fault...they were HOT NOW! (Ok, so it's totally my fault...) Maybe we can all help keep each other on track.

LOVE the bed jumping pictures! Our summer has been busy so far! It's like we've switched places. As soon as the university got out, I picked up a week-long freelance gig out of town, which put Marcus at home with the baybay. Looking forward to some down-time and vacation!!!