Days in the life of us.

Today was my first day back to work. I only worked a 4 hour shift, but it was perfect. I actually walked right back onto the floor like I had never left. Except this time it was considerably easier to move around. My last few months working I was ridiculously huge. The transition seemed easy enough for me, but apparently not so smooth for Jack and Daddy. Jack wasn't happy to wake up with no mommy, and instead of the comforting boob, a bottle. Which he refused to take. And he screamed and hollered about how upset this made him. Garrett called me three hours into work and ended up bringing Jack in so I could just nurse him at work. Poor guy. So we have four days to get Jack used to taking a bottle. When I give him a bottle he just thinks its a funny game and smiles and laughs about it. But we will be doing some hard conditioning this weekend. I'll let you know how it works out. Jack is teething pretty hard too, which doesn't help the situation. Lately all he wants is comfort boob.

So this weather is driving me crazy. We just watched The Heartbreak Kid and I decided I want to move to a tropical location. (FYI: the movie was humorous but slightly depressing). Also I've been thinking about how I need to start getting back into shape, maybe starting with some situps and pushups, just to get me into the groove, you know. So I've been daydreaming for a few weeks about how I am going to start doing this. And in those daydreams I'm like, yeah, I can totally do like 50 situps and 11 pushups. I'm sure of it. Start off slow, work up to it. Somehow I never actually get around to doing them, but I just tell myself: In time. In time I will.

So today was that day and I was like, oh, I'll just bust out some quick pushups and situps here. Ha. I could do like 25 situps and hmmm..like THREE pushups! I was so disgusted with myself I immedietly put off the rest until I'm in shape again. :)

Speaking of getting in shape and healthy things like that, Garrett and I decided that we are going to start eating healthier and making dinner and stuff. You know, having fruit and veggies and real meals. So we went grocery shopping and stocked up on fruits and other healthy meal items and we've been doing pretty good. Until today when we went to the grocery store to get our WIC cheese and milk and ended up with five packs of soda (yes, five..there was a 'buy 2 get 3 free' sale..ridiculous, i know), a bag of FRITOS and chocolate syrup (you know, so i can have chocolate milk! totally healthy!). Oh my GOSH we are so lame. Anyways, I'm totally embarassed to admit that but its true. But to my own credit, Garrett is the soda monger. Not me. Even though I do like a nice cold crispy soda every once in awhile...

Um so anyways. I'm extremely excited to announce that I now have FIVE pairs of jeans and TWO pairs of khakis and a pair of nice grey slacks. This is HUGE news, people. You have no idea. I've gone from wearing the same pair of jeans every single day to this new influx of clothing in my wardrobe! You may be wondering how this happened. you might be asking yourself, Did she go on a shopping spree? but No! I did not. This is what happened. I lent my friend two pairs of my jeans when I was preggo and she just brought them back to me yesterday and I completely forgot I had them, and they FIT ME! And then I got two pairs of pants for christmas and I needed work pants and got two pairs of khakis on super-duper sale yesterday at Fred Myers for a grand total of $34! I'm completely stoked about it. And I know you all are totally excited about my wardrobe too.

Garrett and I were laying in bed the other night and he is trying to go to sleep and I, as usual, am trying to have conversation. Which usually doesn't work because he just falls asleep and answers my questions with these bizarre nonsensical responses because he is actually sleeping. But this particular night he is sweet and waits to fall asleep and so I ask him what did he make for a new years resolution? and he pauses and then goes with that humanitarian response: "To be a better person." What does that mean? I don't even know what that means. I ask him. Garrett, what does that mean? He says he wants to improve himself, not do dumb things anymore or something. I don't know, it was so vague. But good for him, you know? So then he asks me what mine is. And this, I have thought on since way before the new years. I had a decision and I was going to stick to it this year! So Garrett says honey what is your new years resolution? I answer: To expand my wardrobe.
This is very important. I told him I made a resolution for him too. He asks me what this is. To help me expand my wardrobe, I tell him. I don't know why he laughed at me. I didn't laugh at his resolution, which was so cheesy and I totally could have laughed.