Why did we have to buy a house with so many doors and windows?

Long time, no talk!  I have been so busy these last few months.  Some good, some bad and some crazy.  Bless me Father, for I have sinned.  It has been 3 months since my last blog post.  OOOPS!  Well, I'm back with a few updates to our little corner of the world.  Let's start with the good: The House!

The House

I am proud to announce that two of our crazy rose trees have been relocated,  Whew.  I will happily never do that again.  We had to wait to relocate them until the weather turned cold and they stopped blooming.  Here are the beautiful beasts.

They now reside on the right side of the house by my still empty planter boxes.

They are still alive just no color this time of year.

I have also painted all of the horrible cream colored trim on the main level to a beautiful bright white.  Two coats I might add.  The entire time I was painting trim, I hated every window, every sill, every door frame and every bit of molding in my house.  Our living room alone has six windows, one door frame, baseboards and crown molding.  Our kitchen and dining area has six door frames, two windows, baseboards and crown molding.  Our formal dining room (turned playroom) has one window, baseboards, crown molding and chair rail molding.  Our foyer has three door frames, stairs, and baseboards.  I'm on trim overload.  Yes, it took me a very long time to finish, but finish I did!  Someone give me a sticker or something.

My counter has looked like this far too long.  Putting that paint can away was a happy day.

I would like to be telling you that I'm finished with the main level, but I'm not quite there.  I have to touch up the wall color, paint a few doors and replace one door handle.  We have been replacing the ugly brass hardware with brushed nickel as we paint.  The only room left is the future library, which now houses our big dog.  I'm going to take a break from the downstairs and the lovely white I am so tired of painting with.  Next stop, little man's room.

Family

One of the many pumpkin patches we visited.

I would say this is the crazy aspect of the last few months.  I have been super Momma!  We go on playdates, attend a ton of storytimes, family days, festivals, carnivals, fairs, and everything in between.  It has been a blast.  This is the part where I brag about my little toddler.  My son is a handful and then some, but he is so smart.  He has become fascinated with letters and their sounds.  He tries to spell and create words.  I'm blown away by how much he knows.  We have been working on potty training these last few weeks.  Progress is slow, but we're in no rush.  I just need him to be potty trained by his third birthday.  Why?  We are going on a Disney Cruise!  In five months, we will be sailing away on a dream come true.  Children must be three and potty trained to go into the kids club.  I'm hopeful we will be there.  

Waiting for Santa on our most recent play date.

If that wasn't enough, we have been hanging out with family when we can and made it to NJ for a visit!  Now, if only we could drive to TX as easily for a quick visit with the other side of our family.  My incredible husband and I celebrated our four year anniversary and actually went out to see a movie.  I stayed awake through the whole thing too.  Thirty has never seemed so old.  Our house has been a happy house filled with a ton of fun.

Our Anniversary night out.

Me-Me-Me-Me

Face mask fun with my boy.  Trying to clear up my complexion thanks to my hormone imbalance.

Most of my personal battle has been with my complete lack of motivation to snack less and my emotional battle with the scale.  I'm taking one step forward to be shoved two steps back.  It is exhausting, deflating, and depressing.  Yet, here I am trucking right along.  I have finally kicked my late night snacking habit, reduced my sugar intake significantly and added more protein to my diet.  My workouts are consistent and hard.  They just aren't getting me anywhere with the way my clothes fit, the image in the mirror or the number on the scale.  I'm determined to keep going and not give up.  I want to go back to tons of cardio and low calories, but those days are long gone.  I'm healthy, but not really happy.  It is one day at a time for now and trying to focus on the big picture.  There has to be a light at the end of the tunnel or I might just break.  I'm beyond wishing and pretending it is okay.  I've reached praying, pleading and the bottom of my self esteem.  This would be the bad.  "Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart."