It's not about losing weight it's about living a healthier life style

Lately I have has some things on my mind that make me want to be a better person. A lot people in today's world only think about losing weight and getting to their goal weight, or having a nice looking body. At first this is the only thing I would think of. In my mind I just kept thinking  when I get to the weight I want and I look good I can go back to eating junk food and not working out anymore. After many talks with my sister and a lot of discouraging feelings I had with myself  I realize that it isn't just about losing weight. Its about living healthy, being healthy and being a good example for those you love. In high school I was a super skinny girl. I was proud of it with little to no exercise weighing 110 pounds and eating whatever I wanted. This isn't the case anymore I wish it was so that I could look and feel good all of the time but it just isn't the case. Now that I have dedicated myself to living better not just physically but spiritually I feel there is a need to share and help inspire others as well as allowing myself to understand that its not always about losing the weight, though that does help push me a little more :D

It isnt going to be a fast process or easy but I promise it will be worth.

Asher's fun in the snow.

I know we havent posted in a while its hard to keep up with life at times. I cant believe my baby is almost one. I feel like I just had him yesterday. During the Christmas break we took Asher outside to play with my family. It was a new adventure for him and I think at times he wasn't so sure about everything.  But in the end I think he loved it, and just enjoyed riding in the sled and on the four wheeler. We are  blessed to have such a sweet boy in our lives and when his birthday comes around I will update more then.

Boise Trip

This last week I went to Boise, it was a little scary driving by myself but Asher did awesome on both drives. We got spend the weekend with my sister. It was pretty low key, which was perfect for me. While we were there we met up with my Grandma and Grandpa Quinn which is Asher's  Great Grandma and Grandpa Quinn. It was nice to catch up with them and hear about my grandpa's war stories, he was a marine for a long time and served in World War two.

I also wanted to share a couple of pictures of Asher just being silly, clapping his hands and his new obsession of playing with door stoppers.

 Asher's first tooth he now has his second bottom one.

 Love that he claps his hands.

For Halloween this year we kept it pretty low key, I mean after all Asher really is only 9 months old and had no clue what was going on. But we still wanted to celebrate so we carved a pumpkin the night before. I should say Benj carved a pumpkin and Asher and I played with the guts. Asher was a big fan, though Benj wasn't. Ben worked on Halloween so my friend Jill and I dressed up and took Asher out in his costume. Jill dressed up as a dog, I as a farmer and Asher as a hamburger. It was a fun  halloween this year but I cant wait till next year when he actually understands whats going on.

It's Been a Long Time

Lately life has been.. to say the least hectic and crazy. We are both in school right now and both taking 14 credits. On the bright side we both graduate with our bachelor degrees in two semesters. Which means we only have a year left of school. Sometimes it makes us want to pull our hair out, but we are getting though it.  Sometimes it hard because we dont see each other often enough. An hour here and there but thats about it.
I had an amazing birthday this year. We spent it as a pretty normal day, school, homework, baby sat. That night though I had an amazing dinner with some good friends and of course Benj, and Asher. Benj spoiled me this year with a new camera, thats the real reason I havent updated my blog in a long time.
Asher is doing great. Growing fast, I miss him being a baby already. He is crawling, standing, and already taking a couple of steps here and there. He is going to be walking in no time. He loves his food and got his first tooth a couple of weeks ago. He is now starting to get his second tooth in.

As you can see the last time we posted pictures of him he was really really little.


Last week we ended up in the emergency room for Benj. For some reason he thought he could jump over a hand rail and not just any hand rail a hand rail that was probably 5 feet from the cement. As Benj jumped over it his left foot got caught on the rail and he caught himself on the cement. Though we did spend three hours in the emergency room with a very unhappy, hungry, needing a diaper change baby we were lucky enough to walk away with just a sprain. But his arm ended up swollen and bruised pretty bad.

I am so blessed.

Days weeks and months have gone by since Asher was born. The other night i found myself crying a little bit to Benj about how he is growing up to fast. We have a pretty set routine every night that I have fell in love with probably more than Asher has. We bath, read some books cuddle for a little bit he eats and then goes to bed. But Asher is already not wanting to cuddle with me anymore and it makes me cry a little. Im just seeing him grow up fast day by day. He is sitting on his own and already is getting closer to crawling everyday. Every night for the last two and a half weeks I have felt more and more blessed to have him as my baby. I am blessed I have a roof over my head, a husband who loves me and a son who needs me and that is all i truly need. When I hold my baby close at night i like to study him and remember who he is at this age and what he smells like. Life couldnt get any better than this.

motherhood.

I love that I get to be a mother because it is the most precious gift you can truly receive. I love that I get to wake up to Ashers giggles and squeals in the morning even if they are at the crack of dawn. While reading a book I found something that I thought was touching and how I think motherhood is. so here you go..

Motherhood- It Will Change Your Life 

By: Dan Hanson Bourke

Found in Chicken Soup for the Woman's Soul

Time is running out for my friend. We are eating lunch when she causally mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family". What she means is that her biological clock has begun its countdown, and she being forced to consider the prospect of motherhood.


"We're taking a survey," she says half jokingly. "Do you think I should have a baby?" 


"It will change your life," I say carefully, keeping my tone neutral.


"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on Saturdays, no more spontaneous vacations..."


But that is not what I mean at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in child birth classes. I to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. 


I consider warning her that she will never read a newspaper again without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every fire, will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.


I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.


I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, bu tone day she will be going to an important business meeting and she will think about her baby's sweet smell. She will have to sue every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is alright.


I want my friend to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonalds will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of those clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.


Looking at my friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring. She will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs'. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.


My friend's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the ways she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is always careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his son or daughter. I think she should know that she will fall in love with her husband again for reasons she she would now find unromantic.


I wish my friend could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried desperately to stop war and prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future.


I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a baseball. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.


My friend's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You will never regret it." I say finally. Then I reach across the table and squeeze my friend's hand, and offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble into this holiest of callings.