Monday, June 21, 2010

Father's Day

This is my dad. He used to take an entire week off of work every year to be the door guy at my junior theater's show week. I'm glad he was able to spend Father's Day in sunny San Diego.

Poor Jason spent Fathers Day in the fathering trenches because I'm sick, but because he really is the best father and husband ever, he didn't even mind, and even said he had a good day.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

My very own catch 22

My sweet hubby has been bringing me treats... A LOT. Probably not because grew so fond of those few weeks of weighing less than I do. Not that he minded, or at least mentioned it to me that he minded rather, I think its because of the reaction he gets when I see them- I have been SO sugar crazy, and they are a BEAUTIFUL sight and I love them! ( Deliciocity wrapped in a creamy, carmel, chocolatey, energy pick-me-up bundle!) Who doesn't love to be the bearer of good news? Meanwhile I am getting into a dangerous cycle.

Caring for a newborn + 3 small children
NO desire to expend energy (and annoying post surgery repurcussions and stress when I DO)
(enter sweet tooth)

I can't help but think a little exasperated sigh at people who tout breastfeeding as a huge weight loss help. Granted, if I wasn't nursing I'd probably be gaining a lot more that those 6-7 permanent lbs in that first few months, and those 300+ free calories are great, but I think even fantastically happy exhaustion takes it's toll ( and it is not helping my wardrobe options either).
Okay- so that is what is in my head this week, well that and the fact that i'm in need of divine intervention as far as what in the world to do about the tantrums in my house ( my own desire to tantrum included)
Perhaps i'll buck up and follow jason's lead by spending some quality time with our exercise bike, Wes, after the sun goes down each night.

But, that's enough of my anxieties! The truly great endnote is that I have this adorable little bit of heaven to enjoy all day, cuddle close to me every 2 hours (and then some just for the fun of it),

and 3 more little angels in their own right who can't get enough of him either and like to announce to me that he's the "greatest baby in the world." And no to forget one big, but not that big husbandish angel who knows I'm stressed and brings me king size Twixes, and the occasional mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Jason is in Kansas City. I am sitting on my sister's couch in Pocatello. The two littlest Ratliffs are napping. I hear: the next two Ratliffs happily playing with cousins, birds chirping, my nephew clicking on computer keys, baby snores and quiet. It's a good time to tell you that life is fine. I hope you are having a good day too.
Happiness does not depend on what happens outside of you, but on what happens inside of you.

Harold B. Lee