My little Teeny Tiny Got his Needle Today

Yep, Sir Flouncy went for his four month needle this morning. He is actually 4.5 months old, but his first one was a bit late too, so it all works out. He is still little, weighing 14 pounds 14.5 ounces and is 25 inches long. He did really well with them, and seems to be okay. But I thought that last time too and around the second day he got REALLY REALLY grouchy, and of course I had no infant tylenol on hand. I made sure this time to pick some up on the way home. :)

I also bought some infant rice cereal, and I think today will be his first day of solids. Ah, he's getting so big! Okay, not big. Old. Hopefully we'll get some pictures of him eating his pablum, and maybe I can post his cute little self with the big head (75 percentile, whereas the rest of him is just below the 50th).

Kids screaming and attacking eachother, gotta go.

And my exciting news for this month...

Is that my dad came for a surpise visit yesterday! I love my dad so incredibly much. He is my idol, I suppose you could say, as he is proof that anyone can change themselves. He was an abusive man in his youth, not a nice father and very controlling of my mother. He was consumed by anger and lashed out at anyone and everything who got in his way. I have some pretty unpleasant memories as a child with him in them. He kicked me out of his house at 14 years old, and we did not speak, write, talk, ANYTHING for three years. Then, at 17, about 10 days before Christmas and on my own with no family to speak of (long story but the rest of my family is WORSE and I avoid them), I took the risk of calling him. Collect call, at that! But I was 17 and broke, and had no long distance, so the only way to get ahold of him was to call collect, and I was fully expecting him to hang up when he heard my name.

Instead, he not only accepted the charges, but after we said, "hello", his next words were, "I love you." It was enough that I almost cried, as I knew then that we were both willing to move on and put the past behind us, and that he was as anxious as I to rebuild some semblance of a relationship.

He has done much changing in all these years, and a big part of that is owed to him finding and following buddhism. He is a wonderful human being now, and I really admire how far he has come in his personal growth. I don't see him very often, and didn't even know he was coming here, but it was a wonderful surprise! He got here just before 11am and stayed until around 4pm, which was actually a long visit for us. I almost cried when he left, but it is how it is. I'll try to get some pics on here. My camera wasn't working at first, (thanks to my 2 year old getting his mitts on it the day before) and I really thought Xander had broken it, but thankfully Jeff got it working again.

I have begun!

Okay, well since my last post, and my decision to get into shape, I have actually started exercising! Of course, it's been about two days.. but still. I am very excited to see the progress that I make. I'm also trying to make better food choices by drinking more water, eating more nuts and fruits and veggies, more protein... I think what I will do is take pictures once a month and hopefully there will be SOME kind of difference.

Of course, I want to be pregnant this month, which won't help in my losing weight, but I'm hoping that even in my pregnancy I can continue some light exercise to at least not blow up like a cow, and perhaps keep some strength to help me carry the baby and deliver it.

I am feeling pretty good about this so far! Go me!

Ever had one of those days when you feel like a fat cow..

Except that its not really a day but months.. (question mark not working, so just imagine them where they should be).

Its actually kind of funny because I felt somewhat skinny after I had Damien, but I realize now that it was relative.. like I was HUGE when pregnant with him. My cheeks, my belly, my thighs and butt -oh God, the thighs!- It wasnt so much that I got skinny after having him as I wasnt *quite* as huge. Which seemed skinny at the time. But here I am, 4.5 months post delivery, and still weigh what I did 2 weeks after he arrived. And I find more and more lately that I am getting really grossed out by my body. Its getting to the point where I H.A.V.E. to do something about it. And since sitting on my (fat) butt and complaining whilst eating chocolate isnt doing the trick, apparently something else is called for.

I think when Jeff gets home from work Ill get him to *gasp!* take pics of me and I will post them. Gross, and your eyeballs might fall off. But I need to fix this and feel better about myself, and it might help if I see pictures of where I came from as I go along..

Mind you, we are starting this month to try for another baby. While getting pregnant AGAIN is not generally an anecdote for losing weight, I can try to tone up and lose weight while I am waiting for our last (hopefully pink but last nonetheless) child.