Thursday, February 26, 2009

HASAY: Week 18

Dang we sure have been HASAYing for quite sometimes now. Yes, I'm still on board.

So I'll break it down for you.

At the moment I am currently sitting at 2 lbs below my pre-pregnancy weight. It might not seem like a lot but muscle weighs more than fan and I've got muscle coming out of my... well... muscles.

I'm still rocking the 1/2 marathon training. I missed a short run last week (2 miles) but other then that I've completed all of my other training. My longest run so far was 5 miles last Saturday and this Saturday I'll be doing a 6 miler. AUGH! It's crazy to think how far I thought 3 miles was just a short time ago.

The weather here in Utah has ramped up it's awesomeness the past week or so. It's perfect running weather: not chilly but not warm either. I'm taking full advantage of this and avoiding the treadmill like the plague. We'll see how long it lasts.

One of my goals for the next couple of months is to add some core training to my workout regimen. I need to think on this for a while to figure out exactly how and when I'll begin.

This weekend our basement is getting carpeted and that will complete the finishing process. Then it's MOVE MOVE MOVE. We've got to put up baby stuff and move our entire bedroom down there. Then figure out where to put the rest of our crap. So once that storm clears I plan on ramping up the workouts.

love, aloicious

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Anticipation

Today was spectacular. I awoke with a call from my friend Lisa and an invitation to get out into the fresh air. I broke out the jogging stroller and without even running a brush through my hair set out with my friend and our babies (my bedhead was bad-A, by the way - I want to create a mini book of my best bedhead days - it really is spectacular sometimes).

We did the loop at Liberty Park, catching up on random chitchat. The babies slept mostly and the air was crisp but not chilly. It was so refreshing to get out of the house after so many months of snow and ick.

I have a feeling that this summer is going to be something special. I've built it up so much in my mind, I get a little giddy just thinking about it -- BBQ's with friends, rolling around on blankets with bubs, summer evening walks with the puppy, the smell of freshly cut grass, watching fireworks on the roof. It's going to be great.

I can feel it.

What are you looking forward to this summer??

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Winner winner, chicken dinner!!

Actually you're not going to win any dinner but will you will win a bunch of random prizes!!

Using a very scientific method of drawing names on pieces of paper from a bowl the winner is....


Congrats woman! You've won! I'll have your prizes to you by the end of the weekend.

Stay tuned for more fun and games!

love, aloicious

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Yesterday I lost a dear friend.

He's been around for so long, I've often taken him and all he's done for my family for granted.

When I heard the news I cried... HARD. I felt lost, my whole soul ached with regret.

He held so many memories. I can't think of a single bad one... except for maybe some spam he let through and a few unflattering pictures of yours truely. But I can't fault him for that now...

Yes, my friends. My hard drive crashed yesterday.

OH TYPEY!!!! WHY?? WHY????????


Composure: regained.

I'm writing this post as a tribute to all the recipes, love notes, and spreadsheets lost in the tragic incident. To all the letters I wrote to my baby boy which will never be recovered. To countless irreplaceable pictures (although, thank heaven for Flickr).

My friend Pat who is somewhat of a techie (and also my bishop) sat with us last night and consoled us as we set up our new, memory-less computer. At one point he said something so profound I felt I had to share.

"Ali," he said, "there are two kind of people in this world: those whose hard drives have crashed and those whose hard drives will crash."

My friends, I won't let "Typey" die in vain. Please use his memory (or loss thereof) as a cautionary tale and go out this instant and buy an external hard drive (or two). Please don't put yourself through the pain I've experienced.

Now I'm off to eat a big bowl of cookie dough ice cream and cry myself to sleep.

RIP Typey...


love, aloicious

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

200th post AND a GIVEAWAY!

This is officially my 200th post!

I actually thought about doing a little giveaway on my 100th post but kept putting it off and putting it off. Then I remembered on my 1 year anniversary and almost did it then. But it was in December and life was a little hectic at the time. So here we are...

So in addition to a the obligatory 100 Things You Never Wanted to Know About Me post I'm also hosting a GIVEAWAY!!

That's right, folks. And here's what you've got a chance to win:


A genuine Little Homey for your dashboard (assuming they still make them)


A mix-CD of my favorite work out music (for all you HASAY gals)


Your very own copy of the Supernanny book by Jo Frost (don't you love this woman?? She has an ENGLISH accent! You can't go wrong! If only it were a book on tape...)


[insert picture of me in front of my computer with a big thumbs up here]


A picture of me endorsing your blog (If you don't have a blog, I could endorse something else of yours... within reason and decency)


An exact replica of the string they tied around my waist at my baby shower (that's a lot of string, people!)
A pack of Peachie O's (my favorite candy)

A set of 3 personalized notebooks for those times you get a good idea for a blog but aren't near your computer (I don't have a picture but they're pretty girly - guys might want to regift at the risk of demasculination)

All you have to do is leave a comment on this post and on Monday I will draw the winner. Please only one entry per person. You don't even have to have a blog to enter, just comment. Come on out lurkers! Good luck!

100 Random Things About Me:

1. I am a Taurus
2. I am a nail tech who bites her nails
3. Sometimes I bite them until they are all red and ouchy
4. I've tried to stop several times and was only successful when I was pregnant since they grew really thick and strong
5. I had a few other things growing thick and strong too, like hair where it shouldn't be growing and a mysterious monster wart on my finger that disappeared as soon as my son was born
6. I read really fast; sometimes I have to re-read things because I skim over too many details
7. I'm really picky about books
8. I joined a bookclub this year and read a book I would have never chosen on my own
9. I ended up loving it
10. I can play the guitar and piano a little
11. I enjoy singing and making up harmonies
12. I enjoy doing nails
13. But I like gossiping with my clients more
14. I often have a hard time believing people actually like me
15. I think it stems from being a "loser" in elementary school
16. But in Jr high I blossomed and made lots of friends
17. I worry my kids will have to go through that
18. I like scrapbooking
19. I like buying scrapbooking supplies more than actually scrapbooking
20. I love Sonic ice
21. I think boxers are the best dog breed ever, no battle
22. I take great pleasure in putting things off until the last minute and looking like I spent lots of time preparing
23. I have found joy in running
24. I have never felt skinny enough, even when I was really skinny
25. I LOATHE getting up early
26. But usually after the first 3 minutes I'm glad I did
27. My favorite vacation spot has been Lake Powell (The Bahamas is a close second)
28. I like staying with someone on vacation, rather then a hotel; it feels more homey
29. I have a dream of becoming a professional photographer
30. I love being a mom
31. I often feel like I've accomplished a lot in my short adult life
32. Sometimes I get the feeling my life is so good that there's bound to be something horrible just over the horizon
33. I don't always try my best to be kind, but I'm working on it
34. I LOVE Google Reader and subscribe to nearly 100 blogs
35. I enjoy hosting parties
36. I still have my bouquet from my wedding
37. I've kept a journal since I was six years old
38. I got married when I was 19
39. I was too selfish to be married at that time
40. I truly believe a combination of luck and divine intervention kept my marriage together through that first year
41. I'm also pretty sure I married one of the top 5 men on the planet (after Jesus and a few prophets)
42. When I was pregnant I ate cereal every day, at least once
43. I hardly ever eat cereal anymore
44. I LOVE SUGAR
45. My car is always really messy
46. I make sure to stay caught up on the dishes or I get depressed
47. My favorite song is one that Zach wrote; sometimes I worry if he dies I will forget all the songs he has yet to record
48. I am grateful for my Mormon heritage
49. I am lacking in the area of missionary work
50. I hate telling people what to do
51. I love hot chocolate
52. My best friend is my sister
53. My other best friend is Danielle
54. I can't wait until they're both in my life again on a daily basis
55. I LOVE shrimp
56. My best friend in 9th grade was also my first kiss and eventually my first boyfriend
57. His dad had just left his mom; it was my first taste of the bitterness of divorce
58. I feel like I can finally call myself a good cook
59. I own several movies I've never watched
60. I often compare myself to other women in my life and feel inadequate
61. I look best with short hair
62. I am naturally dirty blonde
63. I went platinum blonde once; it did not suite my tastes
64. I aspire to plant a garden one day
65. I love living in Utah where the weather reaches both extremes of hot summers and snowy winters
66. I have watched all 3 Lord of the Rings movies several times
67. I only feel pretty when I'm really tan
68. I worry about skin cancer
69. But not enough to avoid the tanning beds or the sun
70. I love Less Than Jake; I have seen them in concert multiple times and will go to their shows as long as they keep touring
71. I had a hilarious group of friends in high school
72. I still think of them often and miss them
73. I find it hard to find new friends as an adult
74. I wonder if my standards are too high
75. I talk to my mom almost every day
76. I wonder what my relationship will be like with my children when they're older
77. I am forever loosing my cell phone
78. I love sushi
79. I have never successfully kept a house plant alive
80. Except for a stick of bamboo my friend Melissa gave me because she knew I killed all my other plants
81. I am terrified of spiders and pay to have my house sprayed at least once a year
82. I've renovated an entire apartment in 3 months (with help of course)
83. I like the smell of cigarette smoke in passing
84. It reminds me of going to shows and being awesome
85. I have AMAZING in-laws (seriously, they're way better than yours)
86. My favorite video game is Mario Party
87. I am a sucker for poetry
88. I still check on Franky several times a night to make sure he's still breathing
89. I drink lots of water
90. I like to sleep in a cold room with lots of covers
91. I eat mandarin oranges almost every day
92. I wear Bare Minerals foundation and use it as an excuse to skip washing my face at night
93. But I brush my teeth religiously
94. I can't say the same for flossing (although it is one of my New Years resolutions!)
95. I don't have a favorite book but one of my favorite's is To Kill A Mockingbird
96. Another is House of Sand and Fog
97. I enjoy a nice game of hearts
98. One time I spit in a boy's mouth on accident
99. I aspire to learn how to sew
100. I like anything coffee flavored including coffee (even though I don't drink it anymore)

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

HASAY Update

I've gotta be quick because I promised myself to get to bed by 11pm tonight. Since Frankles is out by 8:00 and up by at LEAST 8:00 AM, I'm trying to transition out of my usual 1:30 AM bedtimes.

My exercise of late can be summed up in one short word: SUCCESS

I don't mean to brag but I'm rocking the 1/2 marathon training. My longest run was Saturday at 5 miles. And it was easier then I ever dreamed it could be. I've completed all my runs and will run my first actual race on Saturday. It's a 5K so I'll let you know how that goes.

I'm off to bed. I deserve it.

love, aloicious

Monday, February 9, 2009

A letter I should have sent yesterday


Dear Adrianne,

Hindsight really is 20/20. I wish I had told you all of this before the accident. I don't know if you'll ever read this little letter I'm writing to you now. You're probably up in heaven doing something exponentially more important. But I wanted to take a moment and say thank you for your generosity.

When you randomly messaged me on Facebook a couple of weeks ago it took me by surprise. We weren't super close in high school and I probably haven't seen you since graduation. Your first words to me were a sincere compliment. I never message people I don't know know, let alone to give them random, albeit sincere, compliments. I wish there was a less cheesy way to put this but plain and simple: you made me feel special. It was a very simple thing I could never do and it totally made my day. YOU ROCK.

I regret not reciprocating your awesomeness during our last interaction. Sure, I said 'thank you' and asked about your life now, the whole schlemiel. I take some solace in the fact that you sounded genuinely excited about the new changes in your life, especially moving back to Salt Lake. You seemed happy, you oozed enthusiasm for the possibilities for the future.

I just wish I would have told you how cool of a person you had to be to just randomly contact someone like me. I wish I would have told you exactly how great I thought that was, really conveyed that message.

So thank you, Adrianne, for your generosity. For being secure enough and kind enough to throw a few sincere words my way. I won't soon forget them. And I'm going to try to throw a little of that kindness back into the universe and forget my pride for a change.

Until we meet again (for I truly believe we will)...

God speed,

Ali

Friday, February 6, 2009

Run in with an ex

There's a reason they're called "old flames".

They flicker into your life for a moment and illuminate a distant, extremely insecure version of yourself. A more fashionable, yet broke, sort of wanderer with a taste for rebellion. A former life you'd never have chosen had you known what you know now about love and respect, kindness and mercy.

They rekindle dusty emotions. Memories of spontaneity, lust, and lowered inhibitions tainted with loneliness, regret, ignorance or even shame.

Sometimes they leave you feeling grateful things turned out the way they did. Even if at the time it felt as if the world was falling apart.

Often they leave you wondering where you'd be if you had stayed on that path. Who would you have become?

Sometimes you are left with a strange taste in your mouth. What do un-spoken apologies taste like? How about the regret for constant selfishness? What flavor is the sincerity of the hope that they've found someone who loves them the way you never could?

The fire that once raged is long gone. And while there are sparks of fond memories, suddenly the well-stoked fire burning at home seems more precious than ever. And you realize that where you are is exactly where you want to be.

And as quick as it was lit, the flame is abruptly snuffed out, with a word of goodbye and a few well wishes. A half-hearted promise to keep in touch.

And as I turn to leave I say a silent prayer, thanking God for the light and love of my life. And for old flames who stand as a reminder of just how far I've come.

love, aloicious

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Plan of Redemption 2nd Night

I don't want to jinx anything by posting just now, but I can't resist spreading the joy around.

Franky went down without a peep tonight!

That's right folks. I put on his lotion and his jammies, read him a story and said his prayers and kissed him good night. I turned on his nightlight and shut the door. And when I checked on him a few minutes later and he was zonked out.

Oh halleluliah!! Merciful lord of infant bedtimes, hallowed be thy name. I come before thee to express extreme gratitude for your tender mercies and all-around kickassness. I am forever in your debt. Amen.

(too sacrelig? I've been known to get a little unholy when excited)

I hope I'm still singing praises in the morning. Cross your fingers for us!

love, aloicious

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Plan of redemption (of our bed)

I remember when I first heard of the term "co-sleeping." I thought 'There is no way my kid will ever share my bed.' And if he had a hard time sleeping on his own, it's called the "cry it out" method. ADUH! All those mothers who whined about "not being able to bare the crying" for a few hours were weak. And I was anything but weak.

One of the biggest problems with my plan of no co-sleeping was the fact that we live in a one-bedroom apartment. So until our basement was finished we were going to have to keep him in our room.

I was dead set on keeping our bed a baby-free zone. I couldn't imagine wanting any interruptions to my nightly snuggle with Mr. Zman. We had finally found our snuggle synergie, with the initial spooning and then blissful tummy-sleeping with my one foot touching some part of his leg at all times. It had taken blood, sweat and tears compromise. And the coziness thereof was exceedingly great.

However, when I brought the little bundle home and realized I could actually breastfeed LYING DOWN (who knew?) the bed invasion began. After the first few weeks of life he was sleeping 4-5 hours at the beginning of each night. Then, when he'd wake up for his nightly feeding I'd just reach over to the bassinet and pull him into bed without batting an eye. And back to sleep I fell until morning. Mommy was well rested, baby was well fed, and all was bliss.

But pretty soon my little Einstein started getting smart. Why was he spending the first 1/2 of the night on his own in the poopy (is that a baby swear?) crib when mom was right nearby in a much warmer, cozier bed? Plus every time he made a peep there was on-demand feeding!

And thus the nightmare began. Pretty soon we were only getting about 1/2 hour of baby-free snuggle time instead of the 4-5 hours we'd had initially. And when you're half asleep with the knowledge that in just a few short hours he's going to need to eat and end up in your bed anyways, we quickly caved.

And it got even worse. I think since our bed is so squeaky we would usually wake him up every time one of us rolled over or got up to use the bathroom. He was waking up AT LEAST every 1-2 hours and nursing constantly throughout the night. We were tired. We were exhausted. We were nearing the end of our wits.

Ugh! So many issues, so few solutions.

But we're no quitters. Procrastinators? Maybe. But certainly not quitters

So for the past couple of nights I've been trying various degrees of "crying it out" with the little man. And it's been BRU-TAL.

At first I tried the Ferber method of going in ever few minutes to reassure without picking him up. That was an utter failure. One hour later, with my skin crawling and eyes watering I couldn't stand it any longer and rushed into the room to hold him to my chest and put him to sleep cuddled up next to me.

The next time we tried I took a tip from a girl in church and stayed in the room so he could see me, hoping this would calm some of his fears. It was a no-go. He still screamed for about an hour before I caved. Except this time I could see the shape of his frightened little mouth, his wild eyes and the beads of sweat on his brow from the extent of his crying. I felt like a horrible mother and decided then and there that he'd just have to sleep in my bed until he went off to college.

Then tonight, something changed. First I went through our bedtime routine and laid him in his crib. I then quietly let myself out of the room and the crying began instantly. After a couple of minutes Zach went in to soothe him. At this point he concentrated on exuding an air of confidence and reassurance. He leaned over baby F and stroked his face, telling him he was okay and that he wouldn't let anything happen to him. Then he started singing. After a few more seconds of crying his face softened, his eyes closed and he drifted back to sleep.

When Zach crept down the hall with his tale of success, I was pretty astonished. After all these nights of feeling like a failure was this the light at the end of the tunnel I'd been praying for?

About 10 minutes later Frankles awoke in a terrible fit of fresh screams. I channeled my inner Ceasar Milan and with a calm-assertive energy opened the door. I did exactly as Zach had said: leaned over the crib, whispered encouraging words and stroked his face, all while radiating positive and loving energy.

And BAM! He was out like a light, off to dream land like he was born to sleep on his own.

It's been two hours and there hasn't been a peep from the little guy.

Could this be the beginning of a beautiful friendship between baby and baby cage with mattress crib? Only time will tell.

Keep your fingers crossed...



And stay tuned!!

love, aloicious

Monday, February 2, 2009

Recent Frankles observations


When I make him laugh while he's lying on his back he gets the hiccups.


Actually he gets the hiccups pretty sparatically all of the time.



His chubby feet bear a shocking resemblance to mine near the end of my pregnancy (and I have nightmares about them). Except his are cute. And not stinky. And I'm pretty sure they don't make him self-conscious.



His new favorite activity is practicing screaming baby soundtracks at random intervals throughout the day. They sound a little like that scene from Dumb & Dumber when Lloyd asks "Hey! Wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world?".

When he stands in daddys hand he gets this little smirk like "hells yeah, not even 6 months old and I can already stand! Take that, biznatch!" (although Mom still only thinks it's cool when he's over a bed)

love, aloicious