Wednesday, March 25, 2009
There's this thing...
The alarm rang at a hideously early 5:05 a.m. and I was TIRED! Max had done his waking up between 11 and 2 a.m., Maggie had been up once and I was just tired. But, I forced myself up, got dressed and got over to Dixies. When we got to the gym I asked her what we were doing. She said she didn't know. I had to give her a hard time, because she says you must ALWAYS go with a plan. So, we did some discussing and she got an idea in her head and said, "ok, we're doing 30 minutes on the bike, 15 on the treadmill." I blythely said Ok, unaware what was in store for me. She got all trainer on me and forced me to do.....
Fartlick training. Yeah, that IS someones last name, it IS a true training method. Go ahead.....giggle....it's ok. If you don't laugh, well then apparently you're far more mature than me or my sisters are. And good for you. I guess I'll always just be a 10 year old at heart. I'll admit, the first training meeting we had and Dixie whipped this name out, my sisters and I were immature enough to giggle and laugh. And, every time the word is said, we chuckle. N-E-WAY I started out at an easy little 8 on the bike, did that for 5 minutes and then every moved it up to a 12, every time I'd go up, it'd be for 3 minutes, then move the intensity down 2 notches and ride for 2 minutes, then up 4, ride 3 minutes. Needless to say, at one point it was all the way up to 20. Any idea how hard it is to peddle through a 20? Well, it's no walk in the park. So, I made it through that, and I realize that I can do harder intensity. Then we wandered over to the treadmill. She wanted me to just start right out at a 4. Ummmm no, I need to work into this torture. So, I did a 3 for a minute and then up to 4. Ok, to make a long story short, I had to run at 5.5 for 2 minutes, then I ran at 6 for 1 1/2 minutes, 'cause I wussed out, and the HARDEST was the last minute. I ran at a 7 for a minute. I know, you runners are laughing at me. But let me tell you something, that is freaking HARD for me. I finally made it to the point of almost puking. I jumped off and just doubled over trying not to puke and trying to breathe. My knee is killing me, but I did it. Dixie was proud of me which always makes me happiest. So yeah, there's this thing.
In other news....we've re-weaned Maggie from the ol' binky. She only gets it at nap time and bed time. For the most part she does really well with this arrangement. When we go to get her out of the crib we make a game of her throwing the binky down in the crib, so she leaves happy. Like I said, MOST of the time she's happy and ok without the binky. However, occassionally she just neeeeeeeds it or she'll die. She gets totally unconsollable and begs for her nummy. Distraction works sometimes, but there are others where NOTHING works. So, when she starts asking to go to bed, you know she is in need of a fix. She usually totally crys, but I explained to her that if she wants her binky, that it is only for bed. So, IF she wants it, she'll have to sit in bed and have binky time. She totally does it. On Sunday I put her in there before church and she cried for awhile, but then totally just sat in her bed sucking on the binky, pondering the meaning of life I guess. After awhile she yelled out, "I'm ready." So I went in, took the binky and she happily came out and played. Today is another need the binky kind of day. So, she's in her crib sucking on the binky while Brooklyn and Morgan play around her. She's perfectly happy to have them in there, as long as SHE can have that binky. Oh well, at least I'm being consistent about the bed right?
And finally....apparently my name is preferred over mommy these days. The other morning Maggie woke up and called for Mommy, then DADDY, then, MOOOMMMMY! And when she could see that this was not getting the desired results, she busted out Allyson, Alllllysooon, ALLYSON. When I realized that she was calling my actual name, I just busted out laughing. When Jere went in to get her, he decided to check out her skills. He asked her to say Allyson, which she obliged. Then he said, "say Jere" and she promptly said "Daddy." Guess she knows who we really are. Love that girl.
Fartlicks and guffaws,
Allyson
Saturday, March 21, 2009
An Early Start?
DON'T judge me by the hideous rust stains in my toilet. I DO clean it and it won't come out.
As you can tell, her intentions were serious. However, she was unsuccessful in accomplishing any form of potty. She mostly just sat there, staring at me. She did however work a few toots out, if that counts for anything. But I ask you, is there anything more freaking adorable than a kid 10X to small for the toilet? I will always love this picture!!!
But let's talk some truth here. I am so NOT looking forward to potty training. I think it's got to be about the worst part of early parenting. I mean, I wasn't even full time on the Brooklyn front, and she was pretty impressive with her abilities. However, there WAS the great poopgate of '08 with her. That would be the time at Lanas that she started to poo and I ran her to the bathroom, but apparently she was already done and poo went flying. Literally it was on the wall, the floor the toilet, her legs, I stepped in it. She was crying, I was yelling, it was disastrous. Thank goodness for Dixie and all her experience with poo. She totally came in, and calmly saved the day. It was at that moment that I realized I was in no way prepared to be a good parent on this issue. I hate messes. I can't stand the thought of peed on pants, puddles on my floors, poop messes, etc. How do I get over this? Where do I even begin with the potty training? What's the best method? Oh bother! So, while I AM looking forward to not having to buy diapers for Maggie anymore, I am NOT looking forward to the battle that will soon be on our hands.
Wish me luck!!
Pee pee and poopers,
Allyson
Please note that this is one of THREE new posts I did today. Make sure to scroll down and read them all. And then, COMMENT, 'cause I'm needy today and NEED comments. Ok, thanks!
Miss O
A couple Fridays ago Melissa came over for a playdate. I mean, Miss O came over to play with Maggie and Melissa and I got to hold our babies and gab. I had made cupcakes for Brooklyns birthday the day before, so I let O have one. And, after having taken a picture, I told Melissa that my blog was sorely lacking any acknowledgement of Miss O and her spunk.
Impromptu
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
My Manz
I want to tell a little story. I don't know how many people know that Jere has auditioned for Biggest Loser 5 times. The first couple of times were pretty much throw aways. However, the third time he auditioned with our friend Tracie. The producers loved them. They were up until 2 a.m. the morning of the audition making t-shirts, umbrellas and something else. They were matchy and hysterical. They made it to the on camera interview round, and then the video round. However, Betty Sue and Ally were in line in front of them, and as you know, THEY made it and Ally won it all. The next year Jere auditioned with his sister Julie. Again, the producers LOVED them. In fact, this time around they made it ALL the way to the end. They got through all rounds and were officially "on the wall" which means that it was now up to the heads of NBC. Sadly, they didn't make it. The reason being, that season they decided to go with all married couples or parent/child teams. SO, the next season came around (the one that is airing right now). The producers called Jere and asked he and Julie to come down, no waiting in line, just come down. So, they did, they did an interview. However, the timing was awful. Jere had Blackbeard AND Max was due, and filming began in September. So, he said "yes" he wanted to do it, but he didn't really, and they picked up on that. So instead, you got Sione and Filipe AND Blaine and Dane. Both of those teams were in line with Jere the season before. He came home that first time in line talking about the hysterical Tongans. Apparently Blaine and Dane weren't so nice, but whatev. So, the point is....he's been soooooo close at least 3 times. When these last auditions came around, he just didn't have the heart, plus, he has something else coming up. See, he WANTS to lose the weight, he was willing to go and "kill" himself on TV to do it. It just didn't seem to be in the cards. So, a couple of months ago he decided to seriously look into Gastric Bypass and see if his insurance would cover it. Would you believe that the insurance covers it 100%? Talk about meant to be.
A few years ago he was there for me when I got to have gastric. He was so happy for me and a little jealous that he couldn't get it too.
This picture was taken a couple of weeks before I had surgery. He looks so much younger and thinner there. But, I guess it's my turn to be there for him...Jeres turn has come. Jere is getting Gastric Bypass! He got approved rather quickly and he's finished all his testing, classes, etc. He is scheduled for his surgery on Monday April 13th. He is so excited and so scared. I'm so excited for him. I'm excited for him to experience the rebirth that is gastric bypass. Excited for him to feel the amazing weight be lifted off (literally) and to start enjoying life in a whole new way. I'm excited to be able to exercise and have a healthy lifestyle WITH him. I'm excited for the joy that this brings! I'm excited for him to be able to get clothes ANYWHERE other than the fat man store (which is legal rape).And I won't lie, I'm totally excited for how even more amazingly HOT he will be. Seriously, have you SEEN his eyes and his hair? He's a looker! Yes, it is painful at first, it is difficult for a little while, but it passes so quickly and the end result is the GREATEST GIFT there is! So, I just went through all our pics on this computer and found a random sampling of Jere.
Jere is a man who either loves or hates deeply. He LOVES/D his Gramma with ALL his heart and soul. We must had a million pictures of him in this position, either sitting next to or kissing her on the cheek. She is very missed. She would be sooo happy to see him getting this opportunity to get thin.
I'm not sure there is any man who was EVER so smitten with his child. He loved Maggie from the moment we knew she was coming. The MOMENT he saw her in the hospital she wrapped him tightly around her little finger and there has been no going back. She makes him happy when he's sad and lifts him when he's mad. She has mellowed him in ways I didn't even know possible.
This picture was taken almost a year ago at Dixies wedding. Hard to believe how much Maggie has changed in that time.
Jere is a brilliant actor and he LOVES performing with every other fiber of his being. Here he is in Blackbeard the first time around. So pretty with his makeup, hahahaha.I HAD to include this because seriously....how retarded is this? They had western day at work, or something weird. Or maybe this was a last minute Halloween costume, I can't remember. None the less, he even wore my Dads cowboy boots. I told you, he's a nut.
He's taking a turn with Maggies pretty little birthday crown.
This was one of the most precious and joyous moments of my life. Maggie was meeting Max for the first time and Jere was so sweet and gentle with both of them. He was so overwhelmed at having a second child, but he's done a great job at working it out and loving them both.
This is one of the most recent pics I have of him. He's getting on the bus to Disneyland. Can't wait to start showing pics of his ever amazing shrinkyness. Speaking of, please feel free to go check out HIS blog, there is a link on my sidebar. He's decided to actually update it regularly as his "fat blog". So, show him some love and go check it out!!
There is this thing called love languages, ever heard of it? Mine is service, having stuff done for me, his is TOUCH and being told. Let's just say, we have a little problem filling eachothers love language bank. We are so opposite in our needs and it can certainly make for some issues at times. The good news is, these are things we can work on to make eacother happier. And the better news is, even though there are skirmishes, there is love and we can get through all things with that.
GooooooOOOOOO GASTRIC!!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Allyson School
Saturday stats
Saturday we did a 12 mile bike ride. From Gilbert to Power and back.
Bike ride was a success. I came in second (but only because Jenny's sugar was low, so she was struggling to stay upright).
12 miles in 50 minutes.
Enjoyable!
"She she" is intact, after adding a gel seat cover and a towell in my pants. The towell was Shanes suggestion. It backfired a bit, but nonetheless I prevailed. The good news is, while still painful, not NEARLY as painful. I'm encouraged to note that healing is under way and I'm sure the next time I mount up on that bikey the pain will be even more diminished.
I actually enjoy the bike riding, whoda thunk? Still don't like the walk/running. Swimming is a given.
Here's to another 2 months of training, may my coochie coo be completely cured and my body nearly like steel. hahahahahahahahahaha
Sun rises and bike rides,
Allyson
Happy Green Day
Dear Julie this one was for you:
I know, I know, I totally said (and believe) that this is the gayest and most unnecessary of holidays. But, we the Van Pattens dutifully did our green wearing, Irish loving best and put on the best green we could find. I mean hey, I'm all for keeping pinchers at bay. Aint noone gonna be pinching any part of my lucious flesh. Good thing we went to Target for our one outing of the day so my A for adorable children could be seen in their finery. So, without further ado, I give you our pictoral proof.
All in all it was a fine day. If only I'd had some lucky charms this morning.
