Why Aaron and I Keep These Crazies Around

Apparently H had some sort of assembly today involving "Chinese acrobats." He spent the after-dinner hour coaching E through various routines and tricks--jumping and twisting to the point of blurring the line between acrobatics and contortionism. After sufficient practice they called the family together for their opening revue. 

All tricks came to a untimely halt, however, when E, mounting on the top of H's prone body, planted his foot too close to...well, H's nether regions. "E you're off course, you're off course!" he frantically mouthed. 

Nothing is more fun than a night at home!

A Million and a Half Reasons Why I Should Have Won the Dairy Princess Crown

While I was making dinner tonight, I used some real parmesan cheese.  You know, the kind with the actual imprinted rind? I snitched a tiny bit of it as I shaved some over some bread dough. Wow! Nutty, slightly complex, a little salty and YUM! 

Remind me again why I buy the pre-grated stuff that smells like socks and tastes like sawdust?

A Series of Exceptions

Today went surprisingly well--considering the severe lack of sleep I have been experiencing lately. I actually exercised, read my scriptures, did a little laundry, and successfully avoided last night's candy haul. (Miracles will never cease!) I have decided to lose 50 lbs by next April. Oh, and skip sweets for awhile. (Do you like how non-chalantly I just typed that?) And, I LOVE that I decided to start this journey on the precipice of the holiday season. Gives it a little more of a challenge--something that seems to work well with my personality.

I actually feel pretty jazzed about dieting and exercising this time. I don't have the same overwhelming desire to stuff myself full of cookie dough on bad days like I used to. (Pity really. It made for entertaining blog posting and cookie dough is delish...) And ever since the daily exercising stint I experienced pre-baby, I have craved and enjoyed the feeling of a great workout.

The question, as always, is when. When to exercise when the baby is up all night? When to exercise when the others wake at 6, when we have to prep for school, and when picky-pants (E) absolutely and tearfully at times insists on a hot breakfast? Not to mention all of the other things that scream for my attention.

Today, however, while grappling with this question, I remembered the great secret that I have already realized before. Successful people do what they should do and what they want to do every single imperfect day regardless of what is going on, because life is a series of exceptions.

Frankly, I don't know if I'll ever have a full week where everything goes smoothly enough at home for me to perfectly exercise and perfectly do all of the other small but important things that I need to do.

So, today, I decided to do it no matter what.