Unmotivated, Uninspired, Under Pressure...

Alright, I have every excuse in the book for not blogging for awhile, but here is a snapshot of what is going on in my life...

* Emily is 9 months old today and was labeled as a failure to thrive because of her low weight (15 something pounds). She has not really ever been into solid foods and is now teething which causes her to refuse to eat much at all. She screws up her face, eyes and mouth sealed shut when I try to feed her with a spoon these days, but is enjoying eating finger foods like banana on her own. All in all, she is a sweet natured and happy little girl. She says mama (her first word:) and often giggles and squeals with delight.

* Lucas has been on a milk strike for the past month, will not drink the stuff unless I coerce him and only then he will take a sip. He loves playing with his cars and trucks and is becoming very imaginative with his play, pretending that my bed foot board is the steering wheel of his "back loader." He is also speaking in full sentences and finally eats meat. He is super well behaved for a two year old, but is still pretty difficult for me to manage...likes to say no a lot and always wants his own way, dang it. He is still super cuddly and loving, but is getting more independent. He's a great big brother, makes Emily crack up even when he sits on her.

* I am keeping busy juggling all of the many pulls in my life: the kids, the house, the marathon training (or at least trying to get out there and run consistently), and now Pampered Chef. After our road trip to Oregon and seeing how packed full our Escape was, I am finally seeing the advantage (and getting over my pride) of driving a mini van. We are looking into what we can afford. Mike is considering selling his car, taking mine and replacing it with the ultimate mom mobile. It was my idea to consider that option by the way. And tomorrow I am 31.

Haiku

Four staples in a neat row,
Right on his noggin.
Watch out for tree limbs, honey.

Mike had a collision with a tree limb while walking this afternoon and came home with a bloody head. After I inspected his wound and found it to be pretty deep and still bleeding hours after the run in, he went into an Urgent Care clinic for stitches, which turned out to be staples right into his skull. Uhhhhh, It makes my head ache just thinking about it.