Broken

When I was in St George, my uncle Tim's wife, Carey, stated that her full-o-meter was broken. Yeah, she could not have said it better. That pretty much sums up this last few days. I seriously do not know what my problem is! I thought I was doing good, I have lost a few pounds, and I have felt like my appetite was getting back to normal after being pregnant and then nursing (I have a horrendous appetite when I am nursing). I was feeling pretty good. Then I went to St. George and threw all reason out the window. Now, I am having a hard time telling myself no. I even did the worst thing you can do when you can't stop eating... I baked. I made some delish chocolate chip cookies. Our lesson in church was by Wendy Wells, and she did such an awesome job. And she is a jerk and brought these awesome chocolate chip cookies (they had a small amount of coconut-- added a great flavor). Her lesson was on serving others and she inspired me... to bake some thank yous and such. And make myself some more chocolate chip cookies. I need to get them out of my house. I am being kind of rude, Jody says. I am no good at self control! What can I say? So I am wondering when my body is going to decide it is going to help my mind out and get back into the health groove. I mean, I have been eating healthy, too. I still have oatmeal and raspberries or an egg white omelet with spinach and mushrooms (and a little cheese...love it) and whole wheat bread (that actually contains fiber) for breakfast, etc. I just have a sweet tooth. In a big way! *SIGH*
{Oh, and for those who might speculate that I am pregnant... I lose like ten pounds my first trimester due to nothing looking or sounding good (and, I am sure, a profound fear of gaining 100 lbs of un-loseable weight). It actually is what has been helping me get back to my weight back when I was first married, so I do not mind. But as far as pregnancy goes, I am definitely not ready. I just am starting to feel like I have a handle on my life...}

Sorry, I am not going back and doing this over! Syd is taking over Ethan's bed. She thinks she is so big! She loves to read, something we all are into here.

This is Sydney one year ago. What a difference a year (or month, week) makes in a baby's life.

This had nothing to do with it, but it was the same day (1.30.2007) and it was funny and cute. The reason Jake is up there is cause we were all saying goodnight prayers, and Jake felt the need to lick Jody's ears. He really does think he owns him.
Banished from licking the ears... must lick the air now...These are from the St George trip we recently returned from. Sydney was really into this farm toy. My cute little baby :).
Out for a walk at the park. Grandma is pushing Sydney. It was so nice to escape the snow and the wind.

I was not fast enough with my camera- Jake had his paws up where Sydney's hands were. Cute. She was teasing him, he just wants to come inside. As you can see, in the background is Ethan's mess. He had such a great time out there.Jody and Jake at the park. He loves his Jody and even better when there is a walk in that mix. He was just enjoying the fact that he was able to relieve himself and not risk frostbite, ha ha ha. He is a big wimp!I love bath tub shots, and my grandma has a great tub for those. This is like the tenth pic we took. He wants me to take them, but then he acts like a goofball (or does not look at the camera).Sydney had her hair in mini-pigtails. She is cute with her hair all messy. Or at least I think so. That is a classic look from her face. She is not very free with her smiles...I am officially a half hour late for bed. When I have the energy, I will write again. But everyone else can keep writing, I like to read :) I am not too lazy to do that!