3 Months Old

At 3 months old, Tidytot is learning and growing like gang busters.  She is not a chubby baby.  Regardless, my arms feel like jell-o by the end of the day.  She is sleeping through the night, smiling and cooing.  Tidytot prefers to be held by me, but talks the most to Mr. T.  He just has one of those faces, I guess.  She is also in pre-teething mode, drooling, chewing on her fingers, her burp cloth, my shoulder, Annie, and anything else in sight.  We have really enjoyed this phase and love her to pieces!

Cheesy grin

Mom is so funny!

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Chewing on fingers; a very common sight.

Praying

Close-up

Play time

Flexing her biceps

Idle Hands

Considering the Midwest was getting buried in snow, I convinced Mr. T to work from home yesterday.  And he did work throughout the day but there were a few times when his hands became idle.  During one such time, the devil used his idle hands and influenced them to push me out of the front door into the blizzard, sans coat and other items of proper attire.  Contrary to what Mr. T would tell you, I did not deserve this treatment.  I had just barely reached out one little finger to tickle his armpit and that was how he repaid me.  It was not fair.

Interestingly, at the same moment he flung the door open to push me out, two Jehovah's Witnesses were walking by with shovels in their hands and, I suppose, volunteering their services to scoop people's driveways for them.  They were quite perplexed at the sight they saw.  At that time my body had somehow became pinned in between the door and door frame.  Mr. T was trying to push me outside while I was screaming repeatedly, "Ahhhh!  NO!!!!!  I can't go anywhere!  I'm wedged!"  I'm sure the Jehovah's Witnesses were thinking, "Those people need our religion, but there's no way in 'you know where' that I'm going over to THAT house!"

So back to my story...

Somehow I got un-wedged and I found myself banished and all alone in the Arctic tundra.  So I did what any thinking person would do.  I took the snow shovel, went to the car that Mr. T had previously cleared and began to reload it with snow.  Then I did the front steps.  Then I stepped in some deep snow with my flimsy shoe and sweatpants and got really mad!  The fun was officially over and Mr. T let me back inside.  Had he left me outside a little longer, the heat radiating my from angry face would have melted all the snow in a square mile.  

I was mad until I later nailed him right in the face with a big snowball.  Then we were even and I forgave him of all wrongs.  

So you see, revenge got me into that mess in the first place and revenge got me out!

New Lifestyle Plan

Mr. T and I have been talking about incorporating a "New Lifestyle Plan" into our lives, which is more commonly known as diet and exercise.  We were going to get serious about it a couple weeks ago, but then I went to Walmart, took a stroll down the Easter candy isle, and made the executive decision to put the kabash on our diet until we consumed a fair amount of the delicious treats.  

Unfortunately, Mr. T and I are both addicted to sugar.  Me, especially, since Tidytot's birth.  I'm not sure why.  Probably has something to do with stress eating.  For example, after a decent amount of crying - the kind where you really want to help, but all your efforts are in vain - I would sometimes find myself standing in the kitchen, staring blankly out the window, and mindlessly eating M&M's out of a bowl with a spoon.  

Sometimes.

If not for those times, I would probably be close to my original weight.  Alas, now you see why we had to start our New Lifestyle Plan this week.

The rules are as follows:

1.  Eat healthy meals / Make healthy snacks

*It's easy for me to make healthy meals.  Snacks are a little more difficult.

2.  Drink 2 glasses of water before getting seconds at mealtime

*Hint - simply load up your plate the first time around and you can easily bypass this pesky rule.

3.  Do not consume any "unnecessary" sweets

*To clarify - this does not mean that we don't eat sugar.  I can put honey on cornbread and not feel too bad about it.  And if we have company or if we are over at someone's house and they made dessert, then bring it on.  However, we don't seek out sweet treats otherwise.  We do invite over company as often as possible, though!

4.  Workout 4 times per week

*Pretty self-explanatory

5.  Weekends are a free for all!

*Yet another reason to love weekends.

And there you have it.  Our bodies are currently under submission to this rigorous routine.  We will be fit and sculpted in no time flat!