MY BOYFRIENDS BACK AND YOU'RE GONNA BE IN TROUBLE.... HEY YA, HEY YA... MY BOYFRIENDS BACK

 Topless no more baby!!!! 

The laptop has been resurrected from the "sippy cup incident" burial ground that was my basement laundry room cupboard. And a huge shout out must go to the special person who saved my bacon and funded the mac-book resurrection out of the goodness of their heart. I hope your reading this because you've been a saint in my life on numerous occasions. Love you!

Super excited to write about a new venture that's brewing and now I can actually find blips of milliseconds in my busy days to entertain you with my musings. Awesome sauce.

HERE WE GO AGAIN

What am I thinking?

I let my favorite cousin talk me into doing another 1/2 marathon in 8 weeks.

This one I plan to prepare for a little more. 

I won't be in true race shape anytime soon, but why let that hold me back.

An important lesson I'm trying to apply while I'm in my new body is,

"Just because I can't do something to 100% satisfaction, doesn't mean it's not worth doing." 

I like to do everything with 100% effort and I expect to be 100% satisfied with my efforts as well as with the outcome.

So it's super duper hard to do something knowing full well that it won't be to my "usual" standard. 

I decided if I wait to "run" until I've lost a lot of weight and in "running shape"... then I'll miss out on a lot of fun runs in the meantime. 

Same to be applied with a lot of opportunities to have fun.

I won't wait to                    - until I'm                     ...

Swim - in swimming suit shape

Jump on the trampoline with the kids - light enough not to feel like a fool

Get dressed up and take care of my looks - can fit into my skinny jeans

the list goes on...

Life is too short to miss out on opportunities just because the result won't be perfect.

So I signed up to do the Mt. Nebo 1/2 marathon.

It's on my 12th anniversary.

And I'm doing it with two fantastic ladies in my family. 

PURPILICIOUS

My baby girl turned a whopping big fat FOUR on Saturday and it's freaking me out! Four. That's like totally out of the "toddler" stage. Four is like human being, non baby, non toddler... an actual CHILD, stage. I have a CHILD. Weirding me right out.

She insisted on playing assistant to the party coordinator. Which means I was at her mercy, and the mercy of her obsession with purple. I however, am not really the biggest fan of purple. And neither is poor Rita, I think she was about to puke if she had to see one more hint of lavender party favors. So anyway, Layla and I hit up the party stores and decked the halls in purple (with a touch of yellow, because barf... purple everything? c'mon.) And we threw a PURPLICIOUS party that was pretty fantastic. Minus the fact that it was eight hundred and seventy four degree's outside. Next year, a winter themed party... indoors, like at an ice skating rink. Remind me.

Aaaaaand because I'm no longer of mother to only one spoiled child and I've been in the trenches of motherhood for more than a while now... all you get are phone pics because I was too busy melting in the purple parade of party things to remember to charge the camera. Judge me not.

 We decided for forgo boring old cake and go with individual lava cakes - served in a custom dish with "buca birds"

 As if the purple Pinata wasn't purple enough... we jazzed it up a bit. (with a touch of yellow) :)

 My banner turned out less than darling according to the reaction I got from Layla. It seemed cuter in my mental picture.

 The cutest little polka dot girl ever invented. I kinda lover her to death. And those bunz... oh those cheese buns of hers. I have to sit on my hands to keep me from pinching her little cheekies.

 Thank you favors included: the purple slime we made for the party, purple pencils, purple ballons, punching balloons, and candy from the pinata.

 Later that night Kday and I relished in some one on one time with our favorite squeaky voice little girl. Dinner and a movie. And let me tell you, foregoing holding hands with your hubby so he can hold his little girl on his lap during the "scary" part of Despicable Me2... is totally worth it. It was the cutest thing seeing her little body curled up on her daddy's lap as she fought of slumber land to finish the last few minutes of the movie.

Holy crap, I have a 4 year old. 

And she's an amazing 4 year old at that. 

A.M.A.Z.I.N.G