Mama Time

For the last couple months, especially since Chad left and I am trying to keep myself productively occupied, I have been wanting to work out.  Its not that I feel I am overweight or anything like that.  I am just not happy with how my body looks.  And I know working out can give you more energy throughout the day.  And lately I could really use the push of a little motivation.  But I run into the problem that I feel like there are not enough hours in the day to get everything and everyone taken care of.  And have some mama time on top of it.

Yesterday, after my not so pleasant conversation with Chad, I decided I was finally going to do it.  Make time for myself.

After I got Cameron from my mom's last night.  We ran to the store for a few things we needed and went home.  I got him all settled and tucked into bed at about 8:30.

Then I brewed my first pitcher of iced tea with the new iced tea maker my mom got me for my birthday.

I put some chicken in the over for dinner for the following night.

And I put in one of my dusty Pilates DVD's that have just been sucking up space on my DVD rack.

It was about a 50 minute workout.  And I loved every minute of it.

It of course showed me how out of shape I am because of my lack of any physical activity in my life right now.  And some how that my left side is noticeably weaker than my right side (wtf?!).

I am happy to report that today my abs are killing me.  And my thighs are a little sore.  Oh yea and my arms are as well.

Like I said.. Out. Of. Shape.

But I am so happy that I showed myself that I CAN make the time to do something for myself.  And I still got everything done last night that I needed to.

Plus, after my tough workout, I enjoyed a nice hot cup of bedtime tea and an hour and a half conversation with my love away from home.

Looking forward to making this a daily routine.  :)

Big Boy Bike

Cam man got a "big boy" bike for his 3rd birthday.  And last night we took it outside and he rode it until his little legs hurt.

Here he is "cheesin" away!  I have never gotten him to stop and pose AND smile for so many pictures before!

It was gorgeous outside and we both had an awesome time.

Simple nights at home are the best :)

The Kid The Cat The Dog The - Kitty Litter?

Last night at about 11:30, our little man woke up upset.  When I went in to check on him I noticed he had a really stuffy nose.  Which he did not have before he went to bed.  : (

He woke up again 3 times and Chad went in and calmed him down, tried to blow his nose, at Cam's request, and got him all settled back in bed.  

4:00 came and it was my turn.  I did the same.  

Then when Cam came in at 5:30, Chad asked Cam if he wanted him to come lay in his bed with him.  In his sad little munchkin voice he said "yes pwease".  

Chad asked him to hang on one second so he could go to the bathroom and then he would go in with him.  I laid back down with Cam with me, trying to calm him down still.  

This is when all hell broke loose....

I hear our little rebel of a cat in Cameron's room, using his totes as a scratch post (I have had to replace those damn things twice now because the cat keeps ruining them).  So I jump out of bed to go grab the cat and shut him in the bathroom.  I have the cat in one hand (flailing about), opening the bathroom door with the other, and find Remmy (one of our dogs) in the bathroom having a little early morning snack from the kitty box.  Throwing the cat in the bathroom, grabbing the dog out of the box, shutting the door, keeping Cam calm all the while our pipes in one of our walls is sounds like it is going to burst. (This is a whole other story - those dang things will vibrate ridiculously loud in our walls in 10 second intervals for days on end.  And randomly stop and start in between.  One of the many things I love about our condo - insert sarcasm here.) 

Chad comes out of our bathroom, looks at me, and we both just had this look of "what the hell is happening in our house at 5:30 in the morning?!?".  

Its amazing the things that can happen in a matter of seconds.  

Needless to say, we were running a little behind schedule this morning.  And I had a LARGE cup of coffee when I arrived at work today.  

Nightmares?

Monday night my little munchkin came into our room at about 3 am.  And he was crying (not sobbing, but there were tears) and said "I want to sleep with you guys, mommy" as he crawled into our bed.  Luckily, Chad had already left for Safford, because the 3 of us in the bed (especially with how Cameron sleeps) is a tight squeeze. So I didn't argue it.  I actually don't mind having him in bed with me when Chad is gone.  

Then last night at about 2 am he woke up crying.  This time I caught him before he left his bed.  But he was already packing up shop (blanket, Mickey and his water cup) to come into my room.  When he saw me he told me he wanted to come sleep in my bed again.  I tried talking him back into laying down.  And after a few minutes of that not working, I picked him up and rocked him until he fell asleep in my arms.  I put him in bed, covered him up, and didn't hear a peep until I went in this morning to get him up and he said "get out!".  Its funny how they go from 3 to 17 in a few hours.  :)

I don't know what's going on with my little man though?  I don't know if he is having nightmares?  Or sometimes before bed he will ask if we got all the monsters out of his room - maybe its waking up and it being dark and that thought crossing his mind?  

Or there's always the possibility that I totally did this to myself because I let him sleep in our bed a couple times a week when Chad is gone, so now he just wants to sleep in there and will find any excuse to do so...  :(

Whatever it is, I hope its just a phase and it ends quickly.  Because I hate seeing my little guy upset!!

Pre-School

Yesterday was Cameron's first official day of pre-school!!!

He has been talking about the move from preppers to pre-school for some time now.  His teachers told him that as soon as he was potty trained he could go to pre-school.  And I am happy to report he is officially potty trained!!  Woo hoo Cameron!!!

They said he did great yesterday.  He was a little shy at first, as he always is.  But he seemed to warm up a little towards the end of the day.

This morning was a whole different ball game.

Before we left the house, he said he didn't want to go to pre-school.  He wanted to go to preppers.  So when we got to school this morning, we went into his new classroom.  The poor little guy clung to my leg and didn't want me to leave.  After about 10 minutes of staying and trying to show him different cool things about his new class and friends, I had to leave.

He cried.

It absolutely breaks my heart when he does that.  I wave to him through the window (like I do everyday) and he leans for the window and cries "Mommy!".  :(

I am hoping the adjustment to his new "big boy" classroom doesn't take too long.  Its hard enough realizing my little boy is already in pre-school.  Let alone having him cry everyday.

So the good news is he is potty trained and moving along in school just as he should be.  

The bad news... he's growing too fast for me...