new tattoo

A brief conversation about Daddy's new tattoo.

Daddy to My - See Al's name, I have you and Mommy too.

My to Daddy -Where is your "Daddy" tattoo??? You forgot about "Daddy", Daddy...tehehehe.

a week of normal

A week of normal...sick on dance day...new tires from Frank...switched awful gold lighting...and cleaned under the sink.

welcome, to excitement city.

elmo live

My totally into her Elmo spinner, again.
(I bought this at our last Elmo show; tuck it in my purse -saved 15$)

Mys cotton candy face.

Awesome 10$ seat with pre-sale codes.

A true delight.

A little meet and greet.

Some dancing.

A little more meeting and greeting.

The show was a HUGE hit! My was thrilled and I couldn't be any happier; I want my little girl to stay little and enjoy being little as long as possible. We loved our seats; the tenth row and I feel guilty for saying this we were behind the handicap section and got to meet almost all the characters. It was awesome watching her face as each one came off stage. My daughter even shook Elmo's hand and the hubs commented how My is now infecting tens of thousands of children across the country with her cold virus. However, I am sure that Elmo costume had more than my daughter germs on it because I can't imagine how hot it is dancing in that suit.

Overall, I would give this outing a ten on the mom-o-meter; good fun and inexpensive!

potato love

a funny potato valentine.

following the hearts to her valentine.

my funny valentine.

i did allow chocolate before breakfast.

weighting on my mind

I am a girl and most girls talk about being fat; so today you must deal with this blog about my weight. What a minute you say; "this blog is suppose to be about your family" and you are 100 percent right about that. However, I am in "my family" and we are talking about me and my weight today, enjoy!

I see these women (Hollywood and real-live ones) who make themselves look fantastic months after having a baby. I say to these women with an extremely jealous tone; "how in the hell are you doing this?" I am breastfeeding, not showering daily, not shaving my legs, not sleeping through the night and when am I suppose to hit the gym? In my free-time? Where is my "me" time? Is there some secret "me time" skinny cult that I am not aware of? Where is this women who comes over breastfeeds my baby and plays with my two-year old while I prepare healthy meal and workout? I need her help as soon as possible; I have no time in "my" life.

Another issue...I can eat, no really I can eat a lot of food. I am a regular member of the clean plate club and thought applying for a lifetime membership. I can finish my burger and fries; then eat the rest of the kids and the hub's too. In my defense I have no self control with fries and must say that if I were a goldfish and fries were my food; I easily explode. I'd love to say this happens only when I am pregnant or nursing, but it's all the time. I love to eat.

I have define my problems and I am now going to challenge myself to lose 25lbs before June 1st.

Wish me luck...or please call the lady mentioned above.

tickle toes

This may borderline on insanity..."however"...
I believe I could handle having four kids of my own.

It's crazy, loud and out of control at times... however these kiddo's love and entertain each other amazingly! Four kids is double the hug and kisses; on the other hand it's way more stinky diapers and bum's to wipe. Pros vs cons could be endless...but it was way cute watching all the kids give free hugs as their Dad and Uncle went to work.

With all this being said, I feel very satisfied with my first week with "The Whale" family...and they seem very happy too.

ode to my dad

my father has taught me...

what it is to truly work hard,

that family always comes first,

how to change a tire faster than a boy,

to never waste when others are needing,

what the true meaning of marriage is,

how to get out of speeding tickets with manners (sir),

the strength to morn for our love ones,

and the ability to be an super hero for my kids.

Happy Birthday Dad
I love you

also...there a few million things you have taught me; however it's late and you also taught me about a good nights rest.

me, myself, and i

Today I am reflecting on recent drama and quoting an amazingly smart friend.

"I try to focus on making myself better rather than making other people be more like me."

"I am a good person. I often make mistakes, talk smack and get hormonally moody, but I have a good heart and it's filled with hope."
-DP

Random things "I know" about myself

I have an opinion on everything; and if I don't -wait one moment. I will form one and even share with you if you asked for it or not.

I worry. I worry so much about my bubble and the typical Mom stuff -parenting my babies that they may grow to their fullest potential.

I can be a snob. I guess I could say I like things a certain way and it's not a judgmental thing. I like my towels folded correctly, my children dress well, and my house neat...and I really believe you should want these things too.

Over-talker. I love to talk and chat and talk some more. I often surround myself with people who can keep up with me in a conversation. I grew up in a house that was very verbal -not shouting, but competing for "talk-time" (breakthrough) this may also tie in to my opinionated 1# answer.

I love the power of positivity. I believe with all my heart that good things come to those who believe in themselves, humankind, and the world. I have noticed "non-positives" become extremely annoyed with my "Polly the Positive Parrot" routine. I say to those people please let me live in my rose colored world and you may live in your dark pit of despair.

Foot-in-mouth. I think this happens to everyone -however it happens more often to an over-talker. When you talk and talk; you have a lot to say about nothing and I have noticed recently that others are not as forthcoming with information. Long story short...I tend to let unknown cats out of unknown bags.

Needy. My poor husband, mothers, and friends they listen and always love me. Even when I am impossible and chewing on a problem until it has lost all of it's flavor, you are there for me.

Busy and planned. I like my days all mapped out and I become annoyed if I do not have plans for that day. It could be as small as grocery shopping, but I must have something to do. I recently invited a friend to "stop-bye" sometime...she informed me that I, Jodi do not enjoy a "pop-in". I argued with her a bit, but she was totally right.

I have a million projects, crafts, plans, ideas, and crap to do. Examples; make bibs for store, sister-in-law, friends at work, sew patches on jeans for Matthew, a pair for my Dad and Vince. There's much more...baby books and boxes, scrapping booking, knitting, the list is endless. My point being, I have a really hard time relaxing at night. I feel the need to work on something as soon as my babies are sleeping and I am so exhausted.

I believe I am a good person. I am working on a few minor details.
However...you are stuck with me; the good and the good.