And Now, Deep Thoughts

I'm just not really feeling the whole "complete composition" form of writing this morning. Random, but mildly coherent seems more appropriate, so I'm sticking with that. Good Morning, by the way! Today is The Mr. first day back at work, and Winston should have started school again, but he's going to the doctor instead.

He roars like a tiny constipated dinosaur, and I laugh, because it is adorable. My little dinosaur... He has a sore throat that just won't let up. I spoke with his dr. on Friday and we agreed he didn't need to some in yet, but there wasn't any major progress in the de-roarifying this weekend. Last night, hubby put Winston in one of his tshirts and called him a Wizard. Wednesday wanted to be a wizard too, of course, so I found one of my shirts for him to wear over his pajamas. Winston waved his arm around like a magic wand, and Wednesday found a piece of a Diego telescope to carry around the house. They rode to Whataburger in their wizards, and Winston slept in his. "Sword Bear", instead of "Lord" was my big boy's name, and the little one was "Sir Helper a wizawd". Silly boys (for my own bloggy clarification, Bear and Helper will now be my boys middle names...).

Wednesday was much more ill in the beginning. But true to his history with this crap, he is well before Winston (I'm still nursing him, no matter how awkward, and I know that has made a big difference. Thank God.). The phrase that he uses that is breaking my heart right now is when he refers to himself as "my little self". I just about die of cute. "Mommy, I huht my little self!". He also has "little feet" and "little hands", etc. He is my little love monkey and if no one else in house sees fit to hug me, he will, without being asked, squeeze his little self around my neck and tell me he loves me.

Speaking of squeezing... (hahaha) I've done some form/forms of stomach strengthening exercises for four days in a row now. I forget how much better my middle feels when I do them, and am so glad I've started again. The February after Wednesday was born, The Mr. got me a membership at the local "Curves". I'd asked for his help, so I was overjoyed. A former student was the manager, so I was well taken care of. I ended up only going regularly for about 4 months, but it made such a difference. I was given a special exercise to work my sides, and I still do it whenever I remember. I've decided to get on the exercise video band wagon, but not with The Shred. I found, months ago, on Amazon, a system for Yoga Booty Ballet, and I'm going with that. Dance, Yoga, and ballet all together. Dancing comes pretty easy for me, I think I got from my Mom, even if I'm a chunky monkey while doing it. High School was spent in show choir, and my PE electives while in college were dance classes. Yoga is love, of course, and I have a secret desire to be a ballerina left over from childhood.

Anyway. Did I tell you my husband won like THOUSANDS of dollars at the casino where my parents live? YEAH. The man is like a slot machine prodigy. And I actually enjoyed shopping with some of the winnings, because they were free. Woohoo! I bought my Mom an outfit too, and my Dad got some extra cash to blow at the casino. We had such a great time in Louisiana. The boys were puny, but the just hanging out that occurred as a result was awesome. My parents didn't go overboard with Christmas presents, and I got to make cheeseballs for my brother. Getting to see the honorary uncles (my brother's two best friends), and meet "The Jewel" (only girl member of my brother's band), was icing on a very yummy cake.

I'm helping to write a piece of fiction somewhere on this intery-net for the first time ever. I'm ridiculously excited, and will keep y'all informed as much as I can without having to...do something spy-ish.

That's all, my pretties. I love you guys.