Not my morning...

Cohen pooped in the tub. All I can say is that I'm glad I was stocked up with cleaning supplies in my laundry closet.

As I type, Cohen's bath toys are in the washing machine with this...

and I just cleaned the bathtub with this...
(I got a free sample of the Action Scrubber from the Sunday coupons. I must say that I am very pleased with the product. The only thing wrong with it is that I don't think it is very "green." Don't get it if you are concerned about saving the environment. I'm pretty sure this product has enough chemicals to kill a couple hundred trees. I'm still glad I have it - it is saving me from having to stand on poop remnants while I take a shower this morning. And let's face it...my feet not touching poop is more important than saving trees.)

Back on the Bandwagon

Ever since I got back from Hawaii, I've been completely lazy about EVERYTHING! I stopped working out, I eat whatever I want, the housework is piling up and I haven't worked on any of the projects I started. It all changes today.

This morning I woke up early and worked out. Mark and I read scriptures. After feeding Cohen, he and I went and did grocery shopping for the week. We met two new people and one dog at the store. I ate shredded wheat for breakfast. I started a new Weight Watchers form. I called Fred Meyer and updated my address. The refrigerator got cleaned out and organized. ...And it's only eleven o'clock!

I haven't taken a shower yet...does that cancel out the rest of my accomplishments?

Shout Out to Vicky

Boys...stop reading this now if you don't want to read about bras.

I'm a firm believer in having a great bra. The last bra I bought was a nursing bra. It is a great bra. I wore it even after I was done breast feeding. However, that quickly ended once the after-nursing-shrinkage occurred. I cried as I packed up my once beloved pregnancy and pre-pregnancy bras. The only one that fit was a really old one and it was a miracle that I even still had it. Since the bra was ancient, the straps were worn out and it just didn't fit right. I would go through my day making adjustment after adjustment. Who has time for that??? However, I wore it because a) I never took the time to go bra shopping, and b) I was afraid to go into a store and find out my new size.

...Until today. I walked in to Vicky's, went straight to a sales associate and explained my problem. Before I knew it, I was measured and given about 10 bras to try on. I, of course, tried all of them and ended up finding two that fit like they were made especially for me. There is nothing like an awesome bra to make you feel fantastic. Bonus, this all happened in about 20 minutes.

So, thank you Vicky for having such a wonderful staff and great merchandise. You are a real life saver!

Extra: Watch the video on Bonnie's blog. You'll die laughing. The link is in her post.

Cuddly Soft

As a mom, I didn't know I'd laugh so much!!! Cohen is so funny. He is my favorite person to hang out with (after Mark, of course). The newest comedic act is to take something soft, put it up to his face and in a high pitched voice say, "Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh..." Mark and I crack up! I thought maybe Cohen was a little weird for cuddling with anything and everything, but then I read this in one of my magazines: "Toddlers are entranced by sensory experiences; they love to feel soft bumpy textures of fabric, toys, clothing," (American Baby, Sept. 2008). Cohen's is right on track.

Mommy Brain

Can anyone tell me when Mommy Brain goes away??? I understood Baby Brain while I was pregnant...my body was working hard growing a baby. I understood Newborn Brain during the first couple months of Cohen's life...I was running on barely any sleep. However, I have a hard time being patient with Mommy Brain almost a year after Cohen was born! My mom said I need to give myself a break and that it lasts at least a year. She continued to say that my body is concentrating so hard on getting back to normal that my brain has to sacrifice. Well, I'm sick of sounding like an idiot. My Mommy Brain displays itself in my speech. I used to be able to carry on a fairly intelligent conversations. These days I'm lucky if what comes out of my mouth even makes sense. As I walked in the door tonight, Mark said, "Mandy, look at Cohen building a bridge!" I replied, "Cohen is bridging a build?" It is not uncommon for me to say things like this. The worst part is that it takes my brain a couple of seconds to unjumble the words and by then it is too late to avoid the embarrassment. So, to all my fellow mothers...when will I get my brain back??