Belly Pride

I might have gotten pregnant as often as I did just because I loved feeling proud of my stomach. Sure, the babies at the end turned out to be even more rewarding, but truthfully, before I’d even start processing the desire of another child, I’d rub my belly and think of how nice it’d be to get more excited about it the bigger it’d become.

Well, those days are gone, and so are my excuses. In order to face reality, I decided to do the unthinkable: I JOINED A GYM.

Whoever knows my un-athletic self must be waiting for the punch line now. Nope, there is none. I have actually paid people to make sure I move around in front of people. Surprisingly though, while I hate all sorts of sports (except for swimming in the Summer), I do actually enjoy the gym. Not that my experience in one has ever been very long (never exceeded the 2-3 months mark), but it’s the only physical activity that I have any hopes of keeping up with.

Since my decision, I’ve gone twice and already feel different. Don’t you experienced gym folks dare kill my buzz and tell me it’s all in my head. I KNOW nothing’s changed yet, but my energy level has definitely gone up. Maybe it’s just getting into that mobile mindset that’s making me more confident. Like yesterday, I took the kiddos to Chic-Fil-A all by my lonesome and felt like it was nothing. Because compared to my workout the day before, it kinda was.

Another perk is that I got to buy some cute workout tights!! When hubby saw me in them, he very strategically said: “hey, it’s comfortable enough for you to wear at home, and looks better than your pajamas pants.”

STOP EVERYTHING.

So he’s never loved the Tinker Bell-themed pajama bottoms I’d been wearing around the house for the past week?? :O

Sigh. Yeah, maybe this change has been a long time coming. Hopefully soon I’ll be proud of not only my new lounging wear, but also my non-pregnant stomach!

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5 Things I Hate About Frozen

I realize that this post might make me not cool with my hundreds of facebook friends who, by now, all seemed to have decorated their kids’ rooms with a Frozen theme. If that’s you, knock yourself out. I do not wish to get into a debate over a cartoon.

But while thinking of participating in Lauren Elizabeth‘s High Five For Friday tomorrow, I decided to make an opposite version to “honor” (or not) this plague that’s come upon us. Here’s my list of the things I loathe about Frozen (not necessarily in order, as I hate them all equally):

1.The Theme Song

Not talking about the melody – that’s catchy-ish. And most of the lyrics are creative-ish, EXCEPT one unnecessary part about not being a good girl anymore (plus something like “no right, no wrong, no rules for me”). Why would we want our daughters singing that?? Non-religious people might argue that it means what society thinks is good, and so forth. But really, do kids think that far? What they understand as good is what mommy and daddy says it is. Do we really want them tossing that away?

2.Elsa’s Dress Slit Routine

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Uh, not a dance move I want Melissa to copy at FOUR. Just sayin’.

3.The Fixer-Upper Song

If my daughters ever meet a guy who needs lots of “fixing”, I hope they run the other direction, not rise to the challenge! Because realistically, chances are things wouldn’t end up as well as they did for Anna. Which brings us to the next point:

4.The Good-Guy-Turned Evil Thing

Would we want our daughters to stop believing in that?

One of my MAJOR pet peeves is how movies portray good guys – they always turn out to be either psychos or the punchline of a joke. This keeps girls’ expectations low, because if you think a good guy can never be that good, you’re more likely to tolerate more crap. And by the way, a guy who acts like a gentleman at first (like the prince of Frozen) in real life is MUCH more likely to actually BE a gentleman than a rude one. I’d hate to send my daughters the message that every jerk that comes their way is just a “fixer-upper” waiting to be loved.

5.The “Don’t Get Married” Thing

They’re nice, just clueless. Is that how parents should be portrayed?

I know, it’s fair how they made a big deal of how Anna was engaged to a guy she just met, but I couldn’t help but notice that the only married couple there didn’t know better (their parents, who kept the sisters apart). It’s like the writers had a vendetta against encouraging girls to dream of marriage, as if that’s evil. I’ll tell you what’s evil – giving them either a cynical view or low expectations on love and relationships. Believing in a fairy tale kind of love story isn’t the problem. People’s misconception on what commitment means is . Why can’t our girls dream of a guy who sacrifices for them (like Kristoff) AND treats them like a princess from the start?? It IS possible, and I’m so ticked that Frozen’s telling us it isn’t.

Okay, done with my rant. I honestly hope nobody de-friends me on facebook over this lol. And to be clear, when Melissa went to play on a friend’s house and came back talking about Elsa, I was fine with that. The cartoon is gorgeous, so I see the appeal and have no issue with her playing with a snow princess. I just don’t want us to hear that theme song again and again (and from what I can tell on facebook, even the parents who did like Frozen share my sentiment :).

Transitions Suck – But We’re Alive!

This blog has been silent for awhile because our little(ish :) family has been going through transitions. Not only the kids are growing (which means plenty of change in itself), but now both David and I officially work on our own. He’s become an independent business consultant and I’m doing even more freelance writing. We feel SO blessed to be able to pursue what we’ve always wanted to, but it does get overwhelming (especially with 3 kids  squealing/crying/pooping/fussing/wanting to play or eat or be entertained 24/7).

But before I bore you further with details of our busy lives, here’s what else we’ve been up to:

I’m taking the kids out more.

Library adventures

All 3, by myself! I’m not sure what happened, all of a sudden I just HAD to take them out regularly (maybe transitioning made me cabin-fevered). Now I’m sort of addicted to the pride of having survived an outing with them. Not that my poor back can handle it every single day, but I try to do something with them at least a couple of times a week. Our favorite (and free!) place to go is the library, ever since I found out they have lots of activities for kids (puppet shows, crafts, etc).

Melissa LOVES anything involving stickers

Andrew does too :)

Not pictured: Holly screaming bloody murder until I fed her

We’ve been partying like it’s 2014

There have been so many festive occasions lately! I feel like such a bad blogger because I could’ve written a post about at least 2 parties in the past month or so. Here’s a picture of my dear, dear friend Gayle and I at her baby shower (after her baby had already been born :).

I made cupcakes for it, but did I take pictures of them?? No :(. That’s what transitions do to me – steal my focus. But now that we’re figuring out our new normal, I’m slowly gaining my brain back (and really, I’m kind of okay with not having pics of the first time I tried making icing instead of buying it – let’s just say the result looked less like sugar flowers and more like Pepto Bismo…)

We’re doing the Dave Ramsey class.

Oh, he sucks too (kidding – but not completely). In all seriousness, it’s a surprisingly fun financial class with lots of great advice, but if you want to do it, just be prepared for your every shopping experience to be RUINED forever. Never again I can claim ignorance for buying something I never needed, just because it felt good at the moment. But hey, that’s what growing up is, right? And to be clear, I don’t consider every single emotional purchase unnecessary. My chocolate quota keeps me (therefore everybody in this family) happy.

That’s all for now! I have some more pictures that I want to write posts about, so hopefully I won’t disappear for too long anymore. Please keep praying that our family will adapt with our new work-at-home routine, and God will continue to show how awesomely faithful He’s been.