Family Living: Abbott Style

As I let time elapse between posts, the harder it is to update.  I get overwhelmed with the number of things I want to blog about, that as soon as I sit down, my brain overloads and shuts down. Ian and myself are settling back in after a nice 3 night vacation with a group of our friends....kid free. 3 nights full of  responsibly , irresponsible fun.  It is amazing how quickly one can slip back into a 20-something-year-old, lushy, woo girl when there isn't the parenting responsibilities. It was great.  I keep looking at pictures, with nothing but smiles.  We have great friends who make wonderful company.  I like how we are all so different, but are all so alike as well.  It was good. We did some swimming in the pool.  Swimming in the lake.  Shopping.  Boating.  Poker.  Eating.  Sleeping.  Ya.....it was amazing. A huge thanks to my parents for tolerating my nightmare of a child  giving my child a...

At what point do I become a "runner". Maybe it was when I first started incorporating some running into my exercise routine. Maybe it was when I finished my first 5K. Maybe it was when I set up my "Runner's World" account. It was probably, definitely around the time my workouts changed. I use to salt and pepper some running into my exercise.  Now, everything I do is mindful to running.  Even with my cross-training, in the back of my head, I am thinking this will also make me a better runner.  It was in that moment, I never wanted to look back.   I woke up extra early this morning to sneak in a run.  As I was running, I wondered to myself--- wonder how long I can keep this up.  I wasn't referring to my pace or anything in the moment, just running in general.  I have ran in the past.  My PR for distance (Somewhere around 9 miles) was set right after Haley was born.  And eventually fell away from it for one...

I hate to complain.  There is nothing I would rather be doing than being a SAHM.  The good old outside world pictures us SAHM types sitting on our rears all day watching the SOAP network.  I am BUSY.  ALL the time.  There is always SOMETHING to be done.  Period.   Despite my crazy business and chasing Haley around: I balance my life well.  I have a little bit of a social life.   I find time to exercise daily.  I have time for my hobbies (sewing, reading, photography, writing, stalking--sometimes all at the same time).  I even got the wink and thumbs up from my new doc's nurse on my drink a night wine habit (I like this new doc already).  I've got a really good gig going, and it is all thanks to the man who is the bacon--er brings homes the bacon.   But the one thing I HATE doing.  Laundry.  I have two loads of laundry to fold.  It isn't even that big.  And so it sits on the living room floor.  I ...

"If you want better self-esteem...impress yourself." If felt good to do something, that was otherwise, very difficult for me in the past.  If I went back and told 16-year-old me that I would pay money--to run----for fun.  I would laugh at you.   We couldn't have picked a better starter 5k.  The atmosphere was laid back.  No pressure.  And runners of all levels.  We were able to run the entire thing without walking.  Amanda even had two un-tied shoes at one point that she waited to tie until after the finish line.  This was an accomplishment for us both, but now we are left wanting more.  It is indeed addicting. It is fun to set goals and see those accomplished....now...to the next goal......

I am getting my first adult doctor (besides OBGYN of course).  I think this officially means I am an adult. When I was like 20 (before I had Haley--and before I was married), I had to go to Urgent Care for something or another on the weekend.  The doctor at the time, wanted to send some information on to my doctor so he asked for my doctor's name.  When I gave it to him, he was like...the pediatrician? As the conversation went, he basically laughed at me for still seeing my pediatrician. I am not sure of the official moment you get cut off from your pediatrician, but I was thinking it is safe to say, once you have a kid of your own.  Just a guess. And, honestly--I only go to the doctor if it is "Urgent"....so for the past few years, I have just gone to Urgent Care (my co-pay is the same either way). Well, the time has come.  Following doctor's orders, I am making a follow up appointment with a primary doctor to check on this whol...

I am a medial mystery. Well, not really.  But it sounds cooler. So today is the big day for my first 5K.  I am pretty excited about it.  I wake up, and start going through everything I would like to do today.  Eat a good breakfast, do some stretching, get hydrated, and pee some blood. Oh, expect that last one.  That was not on my list to do today, but it sure as heck happened. I know what you're thinking, easy: Urinary Track Infection. That was my first thought too, except the fact that I have had no symptoms.  Usually, the blood comes after a week or two of an untreated UTI which I would have seen some symptoms. And when I say I am peeing blood, I mean--blood.  It wasn't like pee with some blood in it.  It was like blood.  It was pretty scary for sure. Stuff like this only happens on weekends, of course, so I go to urgent care so I can go pee my blood into a cup and show off how freaky it is to some medical ...

Ya, you read that right.   I had violent thoughts toward a young child today.   It was all Ally-Mcbeal-Hallucinations in my mind.   For a visual.  This is what I had in mind for this little blonde bitch  child. Let's set the scene, shall we: I was at the YMCA picking up my kid after a good 500 calorie burn--gabbing it up with a fellow mom in the child watch area.  I am watching my child move about the room, playing with toys when I see her approach two older girls sitting cross-legged reading a book.  Haley stands before them looking at the book they were looking at too.   BB: (Snotty voice-to Haley)  Ahh What are you looking at?  What do you want? Hearing this I slowly move over to Haley to remove her away from this little brat.   BB:  Go away, leave us alone. At this point, I am staring down this little brat with my meanest-momma-glare.  I mean, this was a serious mean mommy look.  While I am picking H...

Suddenly, 8 people have updated with new blog posts.  Can we stagger these out a bit people?  Because here I am BORED.  BORED.  BORED. (with the blogging world that is, by actual life has been anything but) and then BAM--I have lots of reading to do. And here I am, neglecting to update myself. While my life has been crammed and anything but boring, I honestly don't feel as if I have much to share. The summer is clipping by quickly.  I am okay with that.  It is hot and it makes me cranky.  Ask my husband.  Just kidding, I am beyond awesome and am never cranky.  He is a lucky guy.  It's true. I am slightly more busy and overwhelmed then I would like to be.  To be perfectly honest.  Every new milestone with a child is fun and exciting, but also brings lots of new challenges.  Haley is exhausting me.  She is every where all the time.  LOUD.  All the time.  And WHIN...