baby weight update

so good news! remember i said i managed to maintain during the holidays, and then i lost 2 lbs... well, the zumba i did at my mom's knocked me down another 2 lbs!!! yeah!!! i love getting results.

ZUMBA, baby!

ok, so i have a new love. i think you can tell from the title that my new love is...
ZUMBA!
my mom, who turned 71 last november (sorry for posting that, mom!), recently started taking a zumba class and she also bought some dvds. i'm visiting her for a few days so i decided to bust out her dvds and give them a go. well, i must admit that i dance like a white girl, probably because i am one. i have no idea what i'm doing, but what i lack in rhythm i make up for in enthusiasm (i think). if nothing else i had a blast and burned some calories. i think i might have to scour the internet for a set of discounted zumba dvds.

dreaded complaints

i as much as i hate to write a "complaint" post, i feel as though a teeny bit of venting is in order. this week was my 30th birthday. not the best day. my husband had to work (i get it, that's not the biggest deal), i didn't feel good, and i had sick kids. to top it off, people i expected to remember, didn't. i understand that in the big scheme of things a rotten birthday is not the end of the world. but for me, on that particular day and under those particular circumstances, it felt like it. i mean, turning 30 is kind of a big deal.
now that the whining is out of the way...
i have to admit i am not as upset about the number 30 as i thought i would be. i'm looking at things with a much more positive attitude than i thought i would. i think of it like this, i was finished having kids before 30. i'm big into fitness. after my 2nd was born i got into the best shape of my life, i'm talking 6 pk and everything. it was fabulous. then kids 3 and 4 came pretty close together so i never made it quite back to where i was 3 years ago. now, i have the rest of my life to get in shape and stay that way! i've also lately been thinking about how awesome being a grown up is. according to my 5 year old, i get to do whatever i want. and to a certain extent, he's right! if i feel like staying up until midnight, i can. (not that i ever do, because i love sleep). if i feel like eating scones for dinner, we do. (i know, eating scones for dinner may be part of the reason i haven't returned to my former in shape self. but in my defense, my youngest is only 4 months old, so don't be toooooo tough on me :)
another awesome thing about being a grown up, i never have to be a teenager again! high school was not a fun time for me. i went through an awkward phase from about 9-22. i'm sooooo much happier with where my life is now. (remember, i am married to a FIREMAN!!!) so all in all, 30 is looking to be a pretty good year for me, even if it was ushered in with a less then satisfactory birthday.

my new hobby!

so, i got a silhouette digital cutter for christmas. it didn't work. huge mess, very frustrating, me crying, lots of emails to their support team. long story short, they sent me a new one and it works! yeah! (by the way, silhouette has the best customer service of any company i have ever dealt with) so, here are some examples of what i've been making.

















i've only really played with the vinyl so far, but i can't wait to try out the heat transfer on clothes.
by the way, my very talented husband made the frame around the picture of Christ.

the toughest

so, the toughest part of being married to a fireman, is coming to terms with the fact that your husband has another family, completely separate from you. in my husband's case, he has 100 men that he claims as brothers. they live together, eat together, sleep in cubicles beside each other, play pranks, watch t.v., laugh, fight, and almost daily face potentially deadly circumstance together. each man has to know that the guy standing next to him in a fire is willing and able to sacrifice his life for his brother. they share a bond, that even as a wife, i do not (and cannot) share with my husband. of course we have a different kind of bond. but there is something about the bond between firemen that surpasses understanding. it is a bond that goes beyond friendship, because friendships can fail. it is a bond that forms even if two firemen don't necessarily get along that well. it is one that i am proud to support my husband in, even if it means there is a part of his life i cannot enter.
the toughest part of having a fireman for a husband, is being a fireman's wife.

fun blog

check out this cut blog.
http://somewhereincraftland.blogspot.com