Still Grateful (M&M's have rights too!)

Did I fail to mention in my last blog how grateful I am for m&m's? I definitely am. It may have sounded like I was cuttin on m&m's (when's the last time you used "cuttin"?) but I wasn't. I love m&m's so all of you m&m activists please don't send me e-mails telling me how wonderful they are. I'm already converted. I just don't love the consequences that come from my love of m&m's.
Just so we're all clear on this....

M&M's Anyone?

My friend Kristi Brausch blogged how she hasn't had any "crap food" cravings for a few weeks and it made me think about the weird signals my brain seems to send when I'm pregnant vs. when I'm nursing.

Ok, now for those who have seen me pregnant, you know that due to some weird gene I hardly gain any weight but still have healthy sized babies, yadda yadda yadda I diet and only eat celery cuz it's sooooo good for a growing fetus.

Seriously though, when I'm pregnant I think my mind goes into this nurturing mode of "eat all the right foods, help the little developing brain, bones, etc..." I mean I eat all my veggies, I make sure to get the right amount of iron rich foods, calicum, protein etc....Then the baby comes out, and once that colicky period is past my rebellion emerges.

I usually lose all my pregnancy weight the first month of having a baby, then I gain almost as much as I did when I was pregnant while I'm nursing. I eat everything in sight! Correction, I eat everything that is crap for my body in sight! Hungry in the morning? How about some chocolate cake! "No kids you may not have fruit snacks in your lunch they're full of sugar!" (quietly stuffing choc. chips in my mouth when they're not looking) Then I quit nursing somewhere around the 1st birthday and find a nice balance of 1/2 healthy/ 1/2 crap. I mean somebody just drive over here and take these M&M's from me already!!

P.S. The twizzlers are in the cookbook cupboard and the Oreos are in the back of the pantry (a special treat for the kids of course). Grab those while your at it.

A hunting he will go

So he's going. And the best word I can use to describe his mood as he left tonight for his Dad's is "Giddy". For the first time in our 10 1/2 years of marriage Jason is going hunting. He grew up hunting with his dad, raised eating everything from Venison to Rabbit to Squirrel to Roadkill (short pause to insert Jay's defense: It only got hit in the head!). Yes he is a born and raised redneck and I knew this day would come. There's always been great excuses...not enough money, time, etc...and then he got into this "compound bow obsession" with his Dad. He went out and bought himself a deer tag for his birthday behind my back and sentences like "What do you think about me going hunting this year?" Turned to sentences like "Deer season starts the end of August." "When I go hunting in August with Dad I'll only be gone for a Saturday." I've never discouraged him from going.....I've just never encouraged him :)

Payton is not quite old enough and was very upset that he couldn't go. (Tears and everything). He doesn't quite understand that he'll scare all the deer in a 20 mile radius with every "When do we eat?". Before Jay left he told me that he told Payton to say a prayer for him in the morning. I said, "That you'll be safe or that you'll kill a deer?" Slight pause...."Both". Oh geeze.

Quick Survey: Should you pray to kill? I mean even Nephi just asked for location.....

Mr. Fixit and the A/C

So Jay is kind of a Mr. Fixit. He's pretty good with things that involve wiring, car repair, computer repair, installing things, taking apart garbage disposals that someone clogged (twice) with potato peelings. (I mean what's a garbage disposal for anyway!) He even sews buttons back on my shirts! However, he has some sort of jinx going on with A/C units. His car's A/C has been having problems for a year now and he has taken it apart several times, ordered various parts, thinks he has it fixed and...it's still not working. Mr. Fixit can't fix it.

I came home from enrichment on Wednesday night to a really hot and stuffy house.

Me: It's hotter in here than it is outside!
Him: I was thinkin it was gettin kind of hot (hasn't looked up from psp game)
Me: How come the A/C isn't on?
Him: It's not? (Still no eye contact)

No, no it wasn't. The A/C bandit had struck again. For the first time in our marriage...Mr. Fixit called a repair man :)

Talk about something to be grateful for. Apparently air conditioning gives me energy and makes me think loving thoughts about my kids.
Heat and no A/C=the opposite. Go figure.....