I was sure I would be fine, I walked a mile last Sunday and I was a little sore but bearable, so today I went two miles and by the time I got home my foot was burning in pain :(
Being a klutz sucks.
I'm horribly overwhelmed with dentist appointments, doctor's appointments, therapy (yes, therapy), and dance classes (which I should NOT have added to our schedule this year), and baby hunger, and being mad at myself, and wishing I was more willing to use this blog as an outlet (it's not that I have any problems telling any one of my readers what I'm really feeling, but I have no inclination to put any of it down where I would have to read it again).
I'm so tired. Caelan hasn't slept "normally" in almost two months now, so of course that means I've been losing sleep for two months too.
I have to get back to work now.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Halloween Fluff
And yes, Caelan is wearing a completely different costume. At the last minute she absolutely REFUSED to wear her princess dress, and instead insisted on being a "dowena" (ballerina for those of you that don't speak Caelish)
We went to the ward trunk or treat and that's pretty much it, but it rocked, so it's all good.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Ainsley-ism
Ainsley decided to have a lemonade stand today.
We didn't have lemonade.
So Ainsley had a water stand. I had taken Jo to the dentist and Jim calls me cracking up!
She set the whole thing up herself with cups of water and a big box and her little chair.
Some nice old couple came by and gave her $2 because they felt sorry for her.
We didn't have lemonade.
So Ainsley had a water stand. I had taken Jo to the dentist and Jim calls me cracking up!
She set the whole thing up herself with cups of water and a big box and her little chair.
Some nice old couple came by and gave her $2 because they felt sorry for her.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Caelan-ism
We were at my mom's house and Caelan was being super crabby and screaming and crying just to scream and cry.
My dad, the funny man that he is (or thinks he is) hands her a full can of diet Pepsi just to shut her up. Before I could even bend down to take it away from her, she takes a huge gulp, lets out a deep sigh and says "That's better."
Then she handed me the can, walked to the family room, sat down and watched television.
My dad, the funny man that he is (or thinks he is) hands her a full can of diet Pepsi just to shut her up. Before I could even bend down to take it away from her, she takes a huge gulp, lets out a deep sigh and says "That's better."
Then she handed me the can, walked to the family room, sat down and watched television.
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