Another Year

Nineteen years ago today, my uncle left us.

It's hard to believe another year has gone by.

Last year I wrote this post about him and his death.

Not much has changed in this last year.

Still have the same memories and feelings.

Still wish he was here.

Still love him to pieces.

Still missed and never forgotten.

RIP

Todd

Hello, Goodbye

Recently I did something big. HUGE. Something that took me months to get the courage to do. I knew that once it was done, that was it. There would be no going back.

It was time to clean house, my friends.

You see, I am was a clothes hoarder.

I had shirts in every size, S-XL.

I had jeans that ranged in SEVEN different sizes.

I just never knew if I would need that one shirt from back in the 90s. Maybe I could use some of the clothes as a Halloween costume or a maternity shirt or something.

I felt that I needed those jeans that were too big just in case I was having a "fat" day. I had to keep the jeans that were too small because "one day" I'll fit into those.

Well, that "one day" has come and gone. The jeans that were too small before, are now too big. Which is a little bittersweet.

Mostly sweet because it feels good that all of my hard work that I've put in the last 10 months has payed off. A little bitter because I had 15 pairs of jeans that didn't fit me anymore.

That is when I realized that basically my closet was loaded with clothes that I never wear. At first I was torn. I felt that I should keep them all just in case...

Just in case, what? In case I fall off the horse and fit in them again. I don't want that at all. So why make an excuse, why make it sound like a possibility?

I don't need those clothes. Keeping them would almost be a temptation. Like it's okay if I did fall off the horse because at least I wouldn't have to buy new clothes. All of them would be there waiting for me.

NO.NO.NO.

That is SUCH the wrong attitude to have. How could I possibly continue my life living healthy if I thought like that?

I needed a change. Something that symbolized that I'm not that person anymore.

So I got some trash bags out and cleaned out my closet. I filled two trash bags full of clothes. All of those jeans and all of the shirts that did not fit me or if I even had to think if I'd ever wear it again, are all gone.

My closet looks so bare now! I only have 2 new pairs of jeans and about half of the shirts.

There's no going back now. I figure it would take much more money effort to go back to my old ways. If I did, I'd have to go out and buy new clothes in a bigger size... who wants to have to go out and buy bigger sized clothes? To me, that's never a good feeling. So there's a new motivation for me too. I can't get off track of my healthy routine because I don't have any "fat" day clothes anymore.

I feel great about it, much lighter even.

So, hello to the new healthy me and goodbye to the old weak Shan.

REALLY!?! - A Taste Test

Before any food goes into D Boy's mouth, he has to smell it first. He will only eat it if it passes his smell test.

Just yesterday I offered him a carrot.

He smelled it.

He scrunched up his nose in disgust and exclaimed, "Ew, my nose says it taste bad."



Later that night he takes a shower. Yes, sometimes he takes showers because he's a self proclaimed "big boy" now, you know.

After about 5 min we don't hear him singing anymore, so D Hubs goes in there to get him out.

DH comes out of the bathroom and hollers at me, "Shan, you're not going to believe what's in the shower!"

My first guess was, "Poop?!?!" as I'm quickly running back to the bathroom.

DH was just laughing hysterically.

I poke my head through the shower door and my eyes immediately dart to the bottom of the shower floor, scanning for poop.

Instead, to my surprise I see this.

A big ol bite out of a bar of soap!

So carrots don't smell appetizing to him, but a bar of soap smells absolutely delicious to him.

REALLY!?!

Deagen's Recent Ramblings

D Boy finishes his 2nd piece of toast and asks me for another one.

Me: "Are you sure you want another one?"

DB: "YES MOOOOMMMMM!"

I took his plate and headed to the kitchen.

DB: "UH OHHH!"

I whip around and look at him and see that he's looking down at his stomach.

Me: "What? What is it?"

DB: Still looking down at his stomach. "I'M GETTING BIG!"

Me: Laughing. "You sure are!"

DB: Stands up in his chair and pushes out his stomach. "Look at my tummy, it's bigger!"

D Hubs was about to walk out the door to head to work.

DB: "Bye dad, don't get in a car crash." (!! Mmmkay...)

DB was sitting at the kitchen table and he dropped food on the floor. So he got down from the chair and was about to bend down to get it, but he paused.

DB: "Mom, I'll be right back."

Then he took in a huge breath of air and held it in like he was going to go under water as his head disappeared under the table.

DB: "Mom, I need to tell you something in your ear."

I lean down so he can reach my ear.

DB: As loud as he could, "ROOOOAAAARRRR!"

In the car after I picked him up from school.

Me: "So how was school today?"

DB: "A bad boy bit my friend's nose! He's mean! I want to beat him up!"

OCTOBER

When you think of the month October, what comes to mind?

My thoughts:

Reese's Peanut Butter Cup PUMPKINS!

Nom. Nom. Nom.

Eh hem, moving on...

Halloween,

Pumpkins,

Awesome weather,

Leaves changing to beautiful colors,

Hoodies,

All of the Halloween movies (speshly Rob Zombie's Halloween),

And now, Pumpkin Spice Lattes.

(I just had a PSL for the 1st time this year, I'll be looking forward to it every fall going forward!)

Most of all, what comes to mind is that it's D Hub's birth month. 

You see, his birthday is a pretty big deal to him and he doesn't hide it either.

He has officially started a countdown for his birthday. 

Last night at 12:01am he announced, "25 more days!" (Which he does every year on October 1st)

I can count on him giving me daily reminders until his birthday gets here. 

This is the BEST month of the year, lemme tell you!