no, i am not pregnant

This morning I am faced with a conundrum. I cannot decide between peach pie and homemade macaroni and cheese for breakfast. "Hmmmm," you are saying to yourself, "neither of those things sound like the approved sugar- free, low carb fare that if all the rage at the Daniels house lately." You are absolutely correct, but here's the thing. Last night and this morning I feel like milk toast, you know all bland and soggy, not really sick mind you, just sluggish, and when I don't feel well there are only two things I feel like eating. I assume that by this point you have guessed what they are. I suspect this is why I blow up like a balloon every time I am pregnant. Luckily for my flabby tummy both the pie and the macaroni will be gone by the end of the day and I will have nothing in the house to eat but sugar-free jello and grilled chicken breast. Long live South Beach.

the reason the basement is a mess

Today I am a slug- there is much to be done around this place and I am putzing around on the internet. But not anymore. Any minute now I am going to get out of my favorite rocking chair and transform into a whirlwind of activity. Any minute now...

it just keeps going

You might be sick of the bed saga at my house, but it just keeps getting funnier if you ask me. Guess where I found him sleeping Sunday night, go ahead, guess. That's right, the laundry basket in the closet. You are super great guessers!

things of note which I have failed to notice

1. My kids are adorable with blue hair. (April Fools!)


2. Tommy likes hunting for eggs so much that he simply has no time for photos.
Grandma is pretty fond as well.



3. Johnny has a deep and abiding love of Peeps.



4. I recently went strawberry blonde-ish and I think I like it, but don't tell me if you don't.

the continuing saga

I'm telling you, this kid cracks me up. As we went through the now nightly. "Stay in your bed" drama I went into Johnny's room only to find him across the room looking out the window. He jumped about a mile high upon hearing me direct him to get his little petootie back in bed. He considered for a moment and then slipped behind the drapes and held very still. Obviously one cannot be seen while hiding behind drapes as long as one doesn't move an inch. He honestly seemed a little surprised when I pulled back the curtain and once again ordered him to bed. He had no idea that I had magic powers.

you can lead a horse to water...

Last Saturday I found my youngest balancing on the top bar of his crib. Three times. Super. No problem, get one of those net thingies to go over the top, you say? No dice. He was climbing from the outside in and obviously that sort of a habit will end badly at some point. Off I went to that basement I went in search of our adorable toddler bed. Guess what? The movers lost every stitch of hardware that went with that bed. Luckily we live only a mile and a half from Home Depot. Three trips and two hours later we got the thing set up. Now every nap time I trap my toddler in his neat and tidy room with my handy dandy gate after tucking him in. Aproximately 45 minute later I return to find something like this.

An empty bed,

and a small lump of baby sleeping on the floor,

amidst the ruins of his domain.

must. get. motivated.

Last week I registered for the St. George Marathon. I find out next month if I make it in. Everyone feel free to hold your breath until then. Also, in December, I had toe surgery and due to my complete inability to run gained almost 15 lbs in the 3 and half months it took to recover (I know, gasp, right?!) At any rate, I now am allowed to run and am signing up for every race I can possibly find to get me out and running. Starting completely over is harder than I thought it would be, much harder. The other problem is my schedule. My sweet husband goes in to work at about 6 AM most days. This means that yours truly has to drag her delicate behind out of bed shortly before 5 AM(!) in order to be back in time. I don't think I can emphasize enough how much I despise 5 AM and all that is associated with it (dark, cold, sooooo sleepy). I remember from a time when I was having a little more success with this that I actually love when I can get into this routine. I get to run first thing and feel great all day and I have all sorts of time to be uber productive while the kiddies are still dozing. I have done this before. I know can do it, except that I don't seem to be able to. Instead I end up trying to squeeze in runs at all sort of odd and inconvenient times during the day and invariably missing one or two a week because I simply can't get my act together. This is completely unacceptable. I pledge here and now to cowboy up. I figure if you all know about my quest then perhaps me and my slacker attitude can get it together, if only to save face.

PS. One of my dearest friends just started a great blog about body and workout issues, probably out of frustration born simply from having me as a friend but we'll all pretend it's just general information. It's great so far and you can find it here.