What do you want to be when you grow up?

The conversations Trin and I have are not normally the regular 5-year-old variety. Her favorite line is "tell me about..." and it could be anything. I've been asked several times who made Heavenly Father, how our lungs work, how does water get to our house, etc. Last night Spencer was in bishopric meetings so I loaded up all three kids and took them down to the bronch lab to have Addi suctioned again. The moon was just a slight crescent, so we were talking about how the shadow of the earth makes it small, with lots of questions about space interspersed. The gist of it went like this:

Mac: Mom, when the sun goes to sleep, outerspace wakes up. I want to be an astronaut and go on Buzz (i.e. the Buzz Lightyear ride at Disneyland) and shoot the spookie monsters.

Mom: That's really cool Mac. Do you want to be an astronaut when you grow up?

Mac: Yes! When I'm a big man. Boys have pecs.

Mom: What do you want to be when you grow up, Trin?

Trin: Mom, I've already told you that I'm going to be a fairy when I grow up. But wait, can astronauts have pink space suits?

Mom: I suppose they can.

Trin: Okay, then. I can be a pink fairy astronaut because I want to go on a planet without gravity.

Mac: I'm going to be green!

Trin: Mom, what do you want to be when you grow up?

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G.L.A.M.O.R.O.U.S

Glamorous, baby...Fergie style. That's what I've been doing for two weeks! Anyone jealous? Don't be. I haven't been able to clear the pharmacy off my kitchen counter for days and days. I was just getting over the cooties after my last post, and had worked SOOOOOOO hard to keep my self quarantined enough to keep the rest of my family healthy. I thought I had done okay, but the last half of the week through today everybody's been sick. Mac and Trin have had fevers and coughs, and Mac wakes up in the middle of the night screaming that his "eyes are broken" (i.e. they've been heinously crusted over) and little Miss Addi is the most pathetic of the lot. On top of 6 month vaccs and her flu shot on Monday, she's been feverish (more so than just shot leftovers), not wanting to do anything but sleep, and had to be suctioned at the bronch lab last night. I'm on round two of the nastiness and am to the point that I hate, HATE my house and entirely despise my couch, the likes of which have been the center of our world now for way too long.

Before Armageddon settled upon our household, we did manage an eventful couple of days out. We hit up the dinosaur museum, our regular storytime at the library, and the aquarium. Spenc stole my camera so I have no documentation, but I promise that I leave my house occasionally.

And I do apologize for the late post, as I was supposed to do my fatty check in on Monday, but I did weigh on Monday morning (before I got sick again, so this has been on personal merit)...and I am down from x-5 to x-8! 3 pounds this week, 12 to go!

Because I look like this in the bath tub

Because I look like this in the bath tub, minus the cute and squishy thing Addi has going for her, I was sooooooooooooo sick this entire last week. Yep, that's right. It's my own fault, really. Apparently I joked out loud one too many times about wanting some sort of tapeworm or flu nastiness to jump start my diet. Well it happened, and by Sunday morning, I quite frankly did not care if I was Fatty McGee the rest of my adult life if it meant feeling the way I did.
So this post has several purposes. The first is to brag about my little people. Addi is a fantastic napper, so she crashed out for her regular 2 to 2.5 hour nap twice a day, and Trin and Mac seriously built forts and colored all week. They've been such troopers. None of the rest of my family got sick, thank goodness. So for putting up with my cooties I've committed to Chuck E. Cheese's next week...the ULTIMATE reward.
The next purpose is to publicly commit myself. Nothing like the fear of embarassment in type to motivate yourself! So here's the scoop. I'm cheating a little bit by posting this Saturday night since my plan is to do this every Monday, but this crazy fat girl ate me and I haven't been able to get out! I could spew out some fantastic excuses, but frankly my fingers do not have the stamina. Nonetheless, I'm putting myself out there. I don't know how, but before I got sick I still had 20 pounds to lose to get to my goal weight...we'll just call that X. My lowest weight this week was X-10, which I was secretly thinking was fantastic, but since I had to break down and ingest something other than cranberry juice, I'm more like X-5, which still puts me a quarter of the way there! So every Monday I'll be checking in with everyone to keep myself on track, which also means I'll be posting more regularly, too. Doubly good!
The third and final purpose of this post was to simply put a cute naked baby on my blog.