Girls

 Leah 5/2012

 Carolyn 5/2012

Elizabeth 5/2012

First Grade

William on the first day of first grade.

William on the last day of first grade.

Will turned 7 in May.  He is such a good boy, I can't even stand it sometimes.  He often comes upstairs in the morning and announces that he has already prayed for the morning.  He always helps, and is always happy.  He is the most fun-loving kid ever.  He has such good things in store.

Tonight at dinner he said something funny and I said "you are so cute Will" to which he said 

"no, you are so cute!"  I could have squeezed his guts out.

Chicks

My husband started building a chicken coop.  I politely asked him to do a number of more important home improvement projects first (there are so many).  I guess priorities differ between spouses, or the coop was more fun than my list because the coop won.  And, although it is still unfinished there is a box of little chicks in my house.  I feigned a little bit of annoyance since my list was ignored and the coop is undone.  But, these chicks are cute.  And, my kids are having a blast (and being nice to each other to boot).  I can't complain.

We had a fun day yesterday taking pictures of the birds and naming them.  Leah was adamant that her chick be named Criscilla.  I thought that she meant Priscilla but when I asked her she said NO, CRIScilla.

Will wanted his to be lemon muffin.  We tried to talk him out of it until I said that we could just call it le muff (while trying to sound french) and he liked the idea of his chicken being french even more than the name lemon muffin so there you go.  Criscilla and Le Muff.

Mine is Greta because she is the most blonde.  Which of course makes her swedish.  And, if Greta is not a swedish name then oh-well.

 Elizabeth's chick Tweety

Other favorite names:  Lord Peckington (since I refused the name pecker), Kaiera (a black chicken), and  Chicken Jane (look, look, see, see coming down the lane).

Anyways, the kids love them for now and we are all excited to have good eggs soon.

Just some thoughts

Scared to exercise.
Telling myself to get over it.
"Self, go for a walk already".
On Monday.
So let it be written, so let it be done.

Not perfect with the diet.
Who's perfect?
Less inflammatory food.
Mission accomplished.
Three pounds gone.
One week.

Married 16 years.
Love you Edward.
And your babies.

AutoImmune Disorders

I've had a problem for two years.  The first year it bothered me only a little bit.  The second year (2011) it bothered me ALL. THE. TIME.  I stopped exercising.  Which was a bad thing.  I have no problem saying that exercise replaces my need for prescribed drugs.
I thought it was a nerve problem.  We treated it with massage, chiropractic, foam rolling, myofascial release, physical therapy and anything else I could think of that would help a muskuloskeletal issue.  Two months ago my mom told me she thought it was (insert very uncommon AI disorder which causes female-parts pain) because she has the same thing.  I told her she was wrong and that it was muscular.  I then went to my fourth new doctor for answers and what do you know.... listen to your mother.

Good news:  for the first time in four months I can function normally past 6pm, the treatment is a $10 (ten freaking dollars) tube of steroid creme.  I am also going to treat it with diet.  So, please don't offer me a cookie, or chocolate.  Also, maybe soon I can exercise.