So, if you haven't seen my FB page, we are going Paleo! I have been doing some research on it and I am excited to get started.

It has been 9mo since I began my new lifestyle that included crossfit and healthy eating. As I was told once, "It is only a matter of time before you go paleo." Well, thanks to Michael, here we go! He has been doing crossfit for a few years now so he is overdue for the change. ;o) To his credit, it is hard if not impossible to pull off such a drastic diet change if you don't have your spouse (and main meal maker) on board.

In my 9mo of crossfit I have bounced around with my weight. It hasn't been steady only because of my diet. My biggest loss was during a detox which was a bad idea for my body type. I lost 12 lbs in one week! Turns out it was all muscle, a no-no for crossfitters. I promptly put all 12 lbs back on the following week in the form of belly fat. (It would only be fair to the detox to include the fact that I did not follow the strict rules for coming off of it though.) I'm confident that going Paleo is going to accomplish the goal of detoxing my body without any bad side affects. In fact, it is only going to give me more energy and help to regulate my weight and optimize my crossfit goals (another blog in itself.)

So to date my lowest weight was 186. I am currently at 200 even. This is due to two weeks of unhealthy eating and only working out twice in two weeks. (I was 195 before the two week break.) I am down only 8lbs since September but 20lbs since I had my twins in 09. I have dropped 2 dress sizes since beginning crossfit. I can squeeze into my 14 jeans since vacation but my 16 are still a bit loose. (I have been an 18/20 for years) I will post some pics when I get a chance.

Michael just got home so I am off to make lunch for the fam. Happy Thursday!

Roller Coasters...

Wow, it has been one roller coaster of a day. Here are the highs and lows:

LOW:

Started off fairly normal, other than having to dose the twins with motrin for a fever. Shayna has been in a funk recently so I had some drama from her this afternoon.

HIGH:

I was given the opportunity to talk to Hannah about salvation (not for the first time, but for the first time that I think she actually GOT it) She closed her eyes and said her own prayer!! I didn't get to lead her in a prayer, but hey, she got the jist of it herself. :o) We then talked about baptism. She may get baptized after her Daddy gets home!

LOW:

Heard we will be in a communication lull for a while with Michael. I guess he does have a job to do...

HIGH:

Prayed with both my big girls to protect their Daddy and to give us the strength to carry on till he can come home. They are so precious! I just know that God was listening with a swelling heart and moist eyes as I was.

So now with tear stained eyes I am off to watch some Pushing Daisy's and finish my wine. I'm getting off this coaster for the night. :o)

p.s. Now that I have posted this, I see that Roller coasters seem to be my theme. Maybe I should change the title of my blog?

Wheee!!

What a roller coaster of a day. It started off well enough, the kiddos were all happy when they woke up and the big girls cooperated (with some 'encouragement') with the morning chores. I rushed everyone along in cleaning up after breakfast while I got a grocery list together. As they were finishing up I jaunted over to my neighbors apt to see if she needed anything from the store. (She doesn't drive and her hubby is deployed too.) She got me a list of a few things together while I loaded everyone up in the van.

Everything is good, we're on our way...Then we get to Wal-mart. Gosh darn I hate that place. Why do they have to be so darn convenient? Anyway, as I get the twins out and loaded in the double cart I notice that my eldest is BAREFOOT!!! This is the second time in less than a week that we have arrived somewhere public and she did not have any footwear! She was scolded very well the first time so I am flabbergasted that she had the gall to do it again. This time she got grounded right away. I decided to go straight to the back of the store and pick up a cheap pair of flip flops so I wouldn't have to answer to the authorities for neglect.

Great! They have some on clearance for a dollar! Score! We go back up to the front to pay for them and some water and, wouldn't you know it, the stores credit/debit system is down. Well, I took the tag off the shoes and put them on her feet and decided I would just hand the tag to the lady when I was done with all of my shopping. Midway down the isle on our way to the back of the store to get started (I work my way to the front), I realize that I have left my phone at home. My phone that has this wonderful app for grocery shopping. The one I used this morning to make my list.

Wow! I am pretty frustrated by now. I see the soda isle. Kim wanted me to get her some Diet Dr. pepper. I'm not going to let this be a wasted trip. I'll just get her stuff and come back later for mine. Wouldn't you know it, they are all out of Diet Dr. pepper. Grrr! Of course, I do not have her phone number, since this is a newly formed relationship and I don't have my phone with me anyway even if I did@!@! (That was a typo but I will leave it for effect, it fits.)

Well, I went to the front of the store, not bothering to ask if the system was back up, went to self-checkout and used one of my two dollars in my wallet to pay for Hannah's flip flops and home we went.

On the way home I managed some deep breathing and prayer. Knowing it wouldn't do any good to let this all get me down for the day and just give up, I pressed on and tried to make the best of what was left.

By this time it was well past the twins regular naptime. I had planned to put them down for one long nap after lunch. Instead they got a cup of milk (the last of the gallon in the fridge) and went down for a nap at 10:45 AM. I had the big girls work on school while I caught up on the Esther bible study I had just joined in on this week. We have calm and peace in the house for about two hours. It was great!

A little before one this afternoon I decided I was hungry and should probably get everyone some lunch so we could make another store attempt. Rhian is the first to wake up so I get her and I fed while the big girls are finishing up their school. By this time I realize that if we don't get out soon, we won't make it in time for Hannah's jujitsu class at four o'clock. Rush, rush, rush! I make sandwhiches for the other girls and load everyone back up in the van and off we go, again.

This time, instead of me going and getting the cart and bringing it to the van, I carried the twins to the door and had Hannah fetch it. Today was our first attempt at not using any strollers. The twins sit up very well so I figured they are big enough to use the double child carts the stores provide. It would work if I didn't have to 1) leave all the kids in the van while I search one down or 2) stand there holding my 20 and 18lb twins for an eternity waiting for my 7 year old to find one that doesn't have any broken straps! Grrr!!

"Deep breaths Laura, deep breaths...calm...It doesn't do anyone any good to see an insane mother go off on all of wal-mart because her day isn't going as she had hoped. In fact, it would do much damage, to your conscience, your children, and for all self proclaiming Christians. It just isn't godly."

Whew! We have a cart that has at least 3 of the 4 needed straps. We will make it work, lets get going!

So the actual shopping portion went pretty smoothly. Everyone was in a good mood, the big girls behaved for the most part and we were able to get everything on the list.

Hey, what do you know! Their debit/credit system is back up and running. That's good because we now have less than an hour to get back to the house, get the groceries unloaded and the cold stuff put away, everyone changed (Hannah for jitz, Kayla for dance, and me for walking during jitz class) and over to the gym for Hannah's class. Rush, rush , rush again!

Can you believe we made it with one minute to spare? I was even able to get all 8 laps in that I wanted to with a little bit of running (yes, I said RUNNING!) thrown in for good measure. Everything is peachy. After Hannah's class I get us all over to the church for Kayla's 30min dance class. I really can't complain, it's free and she loves it. I chat with a friend and run after the twins (they are restless by this point) while Kayla has her class. We come home. I take another deep breath and sigh. I am tired from the day and my walk but I am relaxed because it is almost over.

I get dinner made, the girls clean up while I get the twins a bath. It isn't quite bedtime yet and their room need some attention. I get the big girls started on putting clean clothes away and picking up the dirty ones while I lay on the floor and let the twins use me as a jungle gym. They are being very cooperative. Hannah is just finishing up clearing out their closet floor when she threw a dress-up shoe out. The good Disney ones that are solid plastic. Yeah, it hit me square in the forehead.

Home Sweet Home

They say home is where the heart is. That is certainly true for a military family. As such we have come to adopt that philosophy. And here we go again. No, we aren't PCS'ing (changing duty stations), we are just moving here in town.

When we moved here last year We were anticipating my mom living with us. Because of that I looked for a four bedroom house. I tried to budget so that we wouldn't need any income from her in case something were to happen and we couldn't count on it. When I chose the house we are in now I knew it was on the high end for rent but I thought we could make it. I was wrong. Last summer our August electricity bill was over $300. Yeah, the only way we made it was because we did have her contributing.

Well, now my sister is in need of some assistance and mom has moved in with her up in New York state. Good for her, bad for us. :o) We most definately cannot afford to stay in this house without a little help. So we are now looking around for a cheaper place.

We are looking at a couple more places but I am sure we will have a place picked out by the end of the week so I will be putting in our 30 day notice later today. Also, We want to be all moved into the new place by the end of July since Michael will be leaving sometime after that for Afghanistan again.

This is also all just a year out from us making and actual PCS move! As is stands right now we will be moving with 7th Grp to Florida next summer. Michael has tried to get in with a different unit here on Bragg. Everything is working against him though and it doesn't look like it will happen. So, three moves in three years here we come!

To Start Again...

We just became members of Rockfish Church a few weeks ago. We have been here a year and this is the only church that I really felt we could make our home. It 'fits' us. I am super excited about it because they have a homeschool group called Fishnet as well as a military wives group. I'm eager to get plugged in somewhere.

Tomorrow the Fishnet is having a homeschooling conference. I am looking forward to attending. I haven't joined any homeschool groups yet and I know it will be nice to have the support. It has been rough going so far. It's not that I've gotten a lot of grief from Hannah either. It has mainly been a lack of confidence and self-discipline on my part. I am ready to move on and get to gettin'!

We read a book recently that really took a lot of pressure off. It's called The Imperfect Homeschooler's Guide To Homeschooling. We really enjoyed it and gleaned some good insight from it. Since then, however, we have had so much going on with family vacations and such that I haven't really taken any time to get going with what we have.

So now, after yet another regrouping session, we are set to start again. Even though I am taking a week vacation myself in a couple weeks, I am hoping Daddy will carry on the momentum. I need to feel like we're making progress! So far it has just been start, stop, start, stop...

Even though we like to say "there's no need to reinvent the wheel", it is still a learning process for us. I've only known the public school system myself so in a way I am reinventing my own idea of what school is. Knowing that we are doing what is right for our kids is a comfort though. I also know that we have some super smart kids. So really all I have to do is teach them to read and we would be good! lol! They will take over from there. :o)

Many prayers on Monday would be appreciated! That is our kickoff day (again)!

That bad huh?

So I got off my butt today, as I've been meaning too for a while now. I had two adventures today that showed me just how out of shape I really am.
First I set my alarm last night for 6am. I was hoping I could sneak in a 20 min Jillian Michael's workout before my 8mo old twins woke up. I managed to get about 10 minutes into it. Boy was I glad when I heard those cries! Jillian was kicking my butt! This wasn't the first time I've used this dvd either, it's just been a while. I paused it intending to finish, but alas the requirements of the day kept me away.
Later in the afternoon, after I got the twins down for a nap, I got my bike out since my mom was home. I just bought it about 2 weeks ago. I LOVE bike riding. When I was in HS I biked to work and road out into the country just for the hell of it on the weekends. Today was my first ride in over 10 years. It was not pretty. I managed to get about 3 miles in round trip and I literally felt like I was going to die coming up the last hill to the house. My legs felt like they were 100lbs a piece! I even had to lean over the sink while I got some water afraid I was going to puke it right back up.
Needless to say, I am not looking forward to tomorrow morning. I think I might pop some ibuprofen tonight to help ward off the pain that is inevitable. I may need to get an economy sized bottle, cause I'm not giving up! Here's to day one of my streak! Bring it on!

Ending a Crazy Year...

I really should be getting to bed right now. It is a little after 10 and the twins have been in bed for a little less than two hours already. Lately they have been waking up about 2am for another feeding then going back to sleep until 7 or 8. I hope they finish that soon, they are almost too big for the bassinet in my room! I would also really like to have them in their own room by the time Michael gets home...here's to hoping. Now on to what was on my mind.

Jan 2nd of this year we found out we were pregnant. We had been trying for over a year for a boy so after having an ectopic and a miscarriage last year we were happy but cautious. Because of the ectopic I was told to get an ultrasound as soon as possible if I had a positive test again. That is how we found out we were having twins at just 6wks gestation.

By this time we were already making plans to move to NC. While talking to my mom one day we agreed to have her make the move with us so she could get out of Nebraska. Little did she know what she was getting herself into! We really wanted to tell our family in person since I was going to be making a the cross country drive to NC and would be afforded the opportunity. Plus, it was that much bigger a story since it was double! I really struggled with not telling her but decided she still had time to change her mind since she offered to come out and make the first part of the drive with me and she wanted to finish out a full year at her job. It was worth the wait to see her face when I picked her up and told her.

We also knew that the unit Michael was moving to was leaving for Afghanistan sometime this summer. We were happy to find out that they were willing to keep him back so he could be here for the birth. He would just have to join everyone later.

So we made the drive, Hannah, Kayla and I, across the country. It was a real adventure. We enjoyed spending time with family and friends and seeing their faces as we told them our big news. Finally we made it to NC to the home of one of my best friends, Tiffany. It took us about a month to make the journey.

I got us all checked in with post for our medical so I could resume prenatal appts and then started looking for a house. I found a really great one that was in foreclosure and put an offer on it. We ended up getting out bid because it was such a great house. Things happen for a reason though and we decided we were suppose to rent during this time. I found this house and signed the lease one week before Michael finished up his school in CA and joined us. We had been apart for 6 weeks.

Two weeks later we were moved in (as in we had our stuff, just not all out of boxes) and he left for ANCOC in Arizona for another 6 weeks. Right after he left mom made the move and joined us here in NC. It was great having her here to help with the moving in.

By the time he came home from ANCOC I already looked like I was 9mo pregnant! We enjoyed a little over a month together before he had to leave again for 3 weeks. This time it was for jump school. He was going to become airborne qualified for his new unit. So far we had been apart for 15 wks out of the year.

By the time he got back from that we had a little less than a month before the twins were due for their c-section arrival at 37wks gestation on the 26th of Aug. That Sunday morning, the 23rd, at 2am my water broke and they were pulled into this world about 9am.

Michael left for Afghanistan three weeks later.

So, we have official been apart more than we have been together this year. It has been a year of ups and downs and lots of running around. It has been wonderful getting to know Shayna and Rhian and learning how to be a mommy of twins plus two big sisters. It has been a year of testing; testing of my body, my patience, and my emotional and spiritual strength.

Here is what I see though as I look back over this year. I see God carrying me every step of the way. He provided for an uncomplicated healthy pregnancy and two bouncing baby girls. He provided help from my friend Tiffany by providing us a place to stay while I looked for a house and countless other ways. He provided my mom who has been invaluable to me this year. He has kept watch over my husband and I trust He will bring him home to me next year. He is the only reason I am sain. Without His provision I would be a puddle.

The even more amazing part? He has done all of this without much in the way of communication from me. I have allowed myself to get caught up in the happenings of the year. I can count on my hands the number of times I have been to church this year. Yet, every time I have called on Him, He has been there. Every time He carries me through that very moment through to the other side.

It has been a crazy year but I serve a crazy God; crazy over me, a very unworthy me.