A little rusty...

Well, since Emily called me out (on my blog and on the phone, too!) about not blogging yet this year, I decided I'd try to remedy that this morning.

Letsee - to catch up...

Mason is now 6 months old. Yes, I said 6 months. Impossible, it seems - but true. He is SO funny and keeps us all cracking up. He is so easy going and happy...even moreso if he can see what his big brother and sister are up to. Last week he started making this happy sound that sounds like tires squealing in a big peel out. (I'm sure there's a more correct technical term but that's my best thinking at the moment.) He is sitting up on his own for short periods of time and has just last week started eating cereal, which he thinks is pretty funny. He is pretty happy to roll around and around and around on the floor and is pretty adept at the inchworm/almost army crawl thing. The kid can MOVE. (Uh-oh, says mom.)

Georgia will be 3 in two weeks. Yes, I said 3. Again - how did this happen?? Our big, giant, HISTORIC news over here is that -- SHE IS DONE POTTY TRAINING!! Can I get a big WOOT, WOOT!! I figured out the "trick" for Miss G was taking ALLLLL of her panties, dresses, skirts and tights and holding them for ransom in my closet. If she wanted to wear them, she had to poop in the potty. If not, it was dreaded PANTS for our little diva. If she pooped in the potty she could start the day with a dress, but if she landed some in her pullup that day, she had to change into (gasp!) pants on the spot. Took about 2 weeks of that business and we just haven't looked back. She is hysterical and always keeps me laughing. I think we got our point across that we are happy and proud of her for being a good girl with the potty training. The other day after Chris told her how how proud he was of her she said (word for word), "It's my pleasure to poop on the potty, Daddy!" That would be her in a nutshell. Her current faves include playing babies, kitchen, playdough, and coloring. Oh, and swiping trains/track from her brother and running away screaming. Good times. Did I mention that the girl LOVES to do laundry? I'm guessing by the time she's old enough to *actually* do it on her own, she'll hate it.

Mitchell is 6 years old and full of spunk. Or something. What I mean is that I think 6 year old boys might just be a tad bit insane. I mean that in the best possible way. He turned 6 and this ginormous GOOFBALL syndrome invaded his body. He is just SILLY. He is also a reading machine and can't get enough of it. Loves to read. Still a full-fledged train addict who is not wild about letting his sister share his stuff. Daily screaming and chasing and crying from both of them in this department. Makes me sort of cranky. He loves kindergarten and thinks carpooling is the bee's knees.

As for Chris - working like a crazy man. He is dangerously addicted to all things soccer. It is kind of nuts, actually. All the gear, tivo'd games of all of these European teams, even a big ol' soccer magazine. Wild. Can't relate but it makes him happy, so there ya go. I sure do love that guy. We had a date night the other night and it was so fun. We didn't do anything exciting, just went to the bar in our neighborhood, had a few cocktails and then went and had some hotwings. It seriously reminded me of the pre-kids Chris and Tara. I haven't said that for a long time. We just celebrated our 7th anniversary last week. I feel so, so, SO lucky to have him as my hubby. I love that Cabana Boy!

As for me, just same ol', same ol'. Everyone is still sick all of the time. I actually decided to get in on the fun this time. You know, 'cause I'm bored and stuff. It is so bizarre to say that I actually miss going to the gym. Between me being sick and Mason being sick, I've been once in 2 weeks. I ran outside one other time, but that's it. Hope everything I worked so hard for isn't completely undone. Last time I ran, I went 3 miles. Amazing!! Seriously, amazing. Chris and I are running a 5K together this spring. I bet it will be a good feeling to reach the finish line together. Actually, he would probably have time to finish, shower, change and take some pictures by the time I get there...but knowing my sweet Cabana Boy, he'll run slow with his pokey wife. I have lost 10 pounds since Christmas, so that's good. I still have a LONG way to go, but I want to lose at least 6 more by the end of March. I will be sporting a strapless bridesmaid gown and would like to not scare my sweet friend's guests away with my bye-bye arms. If you don't know what they are, be thankful. If you do, I need not say more.

Okay. There you go. An update. Next time I might even thrill you with some pictures. And to my bloggy friends -- I really would like to start making the rounds again. I'll see if I can figure that out soon. In the meantime, hi and hugs. :)

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!