Four Years Ago on this Day...

Four years ago tonight, I was probably in the midst of my nesting frenzy as the birth of beautiful Liska was just beyond the horizon. I can't believe she is almost four and how much she has grown and blessed the lives of the people she encounters for even merely one second. I can't the number of of times - even when I get upset with her - that I see this tiny girl growing before my eyes and how God even chose me to be her mother (He must have some huge faith in me!!!). Of course, I think about my blessings with Hagen, but there is that bond between a mother and her first-born that can never be broken. Nothing can ever match it. Nothing can ever change how much I dearly, deeply and truly love my Liska.

Happy Birthday, my little girl. Mommy will always love you.

I forgot how hot it is here...

Well, we are officially in the depths of a hot, hot summer...the kind of heat and humidity that makes you think, "Why would I want to spend time on my hair when it will be flat as soon as I open the door?"

Our summer is going well. Liska has a full schedule, which will only get busier as her school and dance classes start. Hagen is always along for the ride; it is really true about how second children just kind of tag along out of necessity. I'm still going to my kick class on a regular basis, although that will change as the fall emerges.

Not much to say - not really inspired to write...

My House Is a Money Pit

My beautiful and spacious home is a money pit.

Why, you ask?

We have lived here for just a hair over two months and, in a mere 60 days, this is happened:

1. Leak in the laundry room sink

2. Improper a/c condensation drainage resulting in a massive puddle in master bedroom closet

3. Rain/moisture seepage from exterior wall into office

4. HUGE leak from upstairs bathroom through kitchen light fixture.

Isn't that list just lovely? I sense a theme going on...and quite frankly...I am sick of it.

I'm not sure if it's just our rotten luck, or if someone should take the responsibility for all (or some) of these things. Perhaps the builder? Stuff like this shouldn't be happening to a home that is less than five years old. Perhaps the dude that did our home inspection? I mean, I totally found the leak from the upstairs that had left a faint watermark on the ceiling in the kitchen. Perhaps the repair company that I had called weeks ago and never called me back? I called them again last week and they are scheduled to fix some stuff around here next Tuesday.

Well, whatever the reason, there's going to be a lot of work that needs to be done to the can light in the kitchen. Seriously...water and electricity do not mix!!! That would make for some crazy hair-raising fun and then some...

My Super Terrific Happy Fun Birthday Weekend Celebration

Isn't it interesting how things tend to slow down...err...preferences change...once you become a wee older???

I turned 31 on Friday, June 22. 31. Thirty-one. 30 + 1. It was a nice birthday; I was a little cranky since Jak did not arrive at home on time, but ohwell...at least he arrived home safely, right?????

I was absolutely touched by a birthday wish from my AXO cronies in Valencia; I can't believed they remembered and became somewhat verclempt when I heard their message bellow through our non-furniture-laden home. How nice it was to hear such familiar and friendly voices from the West Coast.

Jak and I had a kid-less (!!!) dinner with Mikey, Polly and their friends, the Dr. Pauls (husband is a surgeon, wife a pediatrician). As much as I enjoyed that fabulous dinner with equally-fabulous company, I could not help but to feel like my life has been somewhat unaccomplished. I am absolutely grateful for all that I have...family, friends, roof over my head, food on my plate, etc. I am a mother to two beautiful, smart, loved and HEALTHY children...a responsibility I would never exchange...but there is a part of me that yearns for something more. It's as if I need to unearth my unrealized potential, but potential with what?!

That's a question to ponder for the ages. I once read that procrastination and being a perfectionist have a direct relationship...you put off doing anything because you do not want to fail...and if you wait to the last minute, your chance to fail diminishes. Makes sense? It does to me. If only I could get around that crazy static.

On a different note, I am keeping up with going to the gym. Working out really is an addiction; I feel guilty when I do not go. My clothes are starting to fit better, although I still have some unsightly rolls when I fasten my pants. :-(

Off to bed to rest up for another day...it's going to be yet another LONG week.

Back to My Body

Well, here we go with the blog again; seems as if I'm not one for posting. As the title of this blog would insinuate...it's time for me to get back to my body pre-Hagen. I love that little dude, but I gained 55 lbs., during that pregnancy. My baby weight with the Biskit dropped like an anchor, but I nursed Hagen for 11.5 months and convinced myself that my body was hanging on to chub to produce the liquid gold. Eh...whatever works, right?

So, as I am notorious for joining a gym and not going, I have dedicated myself to actually go...and go often...it's been over a week and I've already been five times. I think what really helps is that there's an Aveda spa inside (if only to feed my Aveda addiction). Check out the gym:

www.sky-fit.com

Me likey!!! :-)

I'll keep posting my results of working out...I feel lighter already.

My Babies

My, how time does quickly pass...one turn of my head and my baby boy Hagen is now six months old. What's even more astonishing is that my baby girl Liska is nearly three. Both are the most precious blessings one could ever receive from Heaven. Oh, how sweet it is...

My First Blog

Testing, just testing for now...