Becoming Un-Lazy

A few weeks ago there was a "code blue" at work while I was on shift, and I happened to be one of the code nurses that night.  So I put on my running feet and quickly scuttled on down to the ER...
And by the time I got there I was seriously winded!  The ER is literally just down the hall from my unit, and it's only a moderately long hall too.  But I was tuckered out.  Then they put me on compressions and that was it, i was spent.  By the end I was afraid I was going to need resuscitated!
I can't say I was totally shocked, I can be lazy.  But really, that's bad.

Tim, on the other hand, is looking forward to running a marathon next year and has had himself on a jogging schedule.  It's starting to get pretty chilly outside though, and about the time I had my near cardiac arrest, Tim was starting to talk about wanting to look into indoor workout options.  So.  We drug ourselves around town the other day and found a sweet deal on a gym membership...

Now, Tim at a gym makes sense.  But me at a gym is comical.  You would think that as a nurse I would be super vigilant about a healthy, active lifestyle.  But I'm really not.  I like bacon way too much and am completely awkward even attempting any type of fitness activity.  It's terrible.  This morning I got my first use out of my gym card, and I think I might see if I can get a hold of the security camera footage.  I'm sure me floundering around on the elliptical could make for some quality entertainment.

But my best foot is forward, so, gym, here we come!  Back in my dancing days I used to really like a good workout.  It's got to be in there somewhere still, I'm sure if I dig deep I can find that joy in pain (I mean exercise) again.

I will not, however, give up bacon.  It means too much to me.

Goodbye September

Month 10... 

This year is flying by. It will be Christmas before we know it (not that I'm complaining about that, who doesn't love Christmas?!)  We did a little bit of last minute fair weather cramming the last couple of weeks before the fall chill really came to stay.  I've been meaning to update, but have been feeling super lazy instead.  So.  Here are a few of the favorites.  I will let you caption them yourself.  Be as creative as you like!

A Girl and Her Bear

"Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, 
in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, 
a little boy and his bear will always be playing."

- Winnie the Pooh

In our case, it's a little girl, 

and the enchanted place happens to be around our house...  

But this little lady carries her furry little honey-eating friend everywhere!

So SO cute!

Here Comes Fall

The last couple of weeks it has been raining... a lot!  And I mean real rain.  With thunder and lightening and everything.  It's been awesome, I love big storms!  And as it turns out, so does the Little Miss.  As soon as the drops start coming, she has to be out playing.  

The rain play is quickly coming to an end though.  We watched the rain fall all morning yesterday, and when we finally ventured out for the day we had to put on jackets.  The "4th quarter of the year" chill is starting to poke its head around the corner.  The weather is still teasing us some - cool one day, hot the next. But we've officially opened up the sweater boxes, and Brin has latched on to our first official Fall home decor, lovingly referred to as "baby pumpkin".

I'm a little anxious to see Fall actually, I love Fall!!!  I really need to get our house looking a bit more festive.  

The real priority for now though: What should our little doll be for Halloween??

Any suggestions?

Fair and Hair

I tried to deny it for a while, but we have officially come to terms with the fact that we are no longer the parents of a baby.  Brinlee is ALL little girl these days.... 16 months going on 16 years and already quite the drama queen.  She carries around a little pink purse full of toys.  She loves wearing dresses and tutus.  She twirls around and shakes her hips.  She refuses to let us help her do anything and throws  pretty impressive fits (real nice).  She carries around a wash clothe and broom and cleans everything.  And she loves ice cream.  Little woman in the making.

She's even gotten super good about letting me play with her hair, which is good because I love hair-do's!  We're still waiting for real hair to show up.  But we have been able to do pigtails for a while now, the other day I got 4 in, and yesterday we successfully did 6.  

Having a little girl really is fabulous!

We are 100% in love with this little busy body  :)

On a less hair-related note, the Eastern Idaho Fair came and went.  The ride cost us 5 bucks, but Brin loved the merry-go-round.  Every time they came around the little smile on her face was priceless!

We spent way too long in the animal tent so she could pet every furry thing, all of which, according to her, make a "woof" noise like a dog.  Minus her picking up, and sucking on, a nasty rock from the sheep pen (seriously, gag me!), it was darling.  I wore out my bottle of hand sanitizer that day... but we had a good time.

Tiger In Our Tub

The other day Brinlee and I took yet another trip to the DI and Goodwill.  I frequent there looking for toys and books.  Not that Brin doesn't have more than enough to keep her entertained (seriously, her room, wow!), but you never know when you are going to find that one perfect thing.  Well this time her little eye happened upon a silly little tiger toy... not my idea of "the perfect thing", but she just had to have it.  Her eyes lit up and she started pointing and growling and as soon as I handed it to her she was complete.  It cost me 50 cents, and she loves it!  It has been drug all over this house and has set up permanent residence with her toys in our tub.

I journal quite a bit.  That is not to say that I'm fantastic at keeping up.  I play catchup... a lot.  But I keep a written journal (kind of), jot down notes on a calendar, take way too many pictures, and blog probably too often (as Tim has lovingly given me a hard time for more than once).  It takes a decent amount of time, but I find myself already forgetting things.  And I want to remember.

I want to remember Brin's sweet smile, her first steps, first words, and how she dances so cute in her tutu.
I want to remember how she makes a sweet little woof noise when you ask what a puppy says, or that she brings me book after book and climbs in my lap so I can read them for the hundredth time while she points and talks.
I want to remember that Tim brought me flowers for our anniversary.
I want to remember that I get super frustrated with work and cherish when I can just be a mom.
I want to remember how Tim makes Brin laugh, how cuddly she is when she's sleepy, or how she's so proud of herself for running fast or throwing a ball.
I want to remember us as newlyweds and brand new parents, how Tim smiles when I laugh goofy, and how Brinlee giggles when we chase her around or make animal noises.

50 years from now, I want to remember what four years of marriage felt like and what our young little family was up to, what we worried about, and what we looked forward to.

Someday, I want to remember that silly little 50 cent tiger toy in our tub.