hoppy easter.

we tried to get a picture taken with the easter bunny. tried being the operative word. i thought it would be a piece of cake, after all, they both climbed up on santa's lap no problemo...

til we actually SAW the easter bunny. to them, apparently it was FRANK from DONNIE DARKO. they screamed, i bribed, they cried, i think i even shed a tear... we left the mall without a easter picture.

aubrey came up with the idea that i could TAKE their picture at home, and then show it to the easter bunny, because it would "kinda" be like the same thing. oh, the way her little manipulative mind works. she is my daughter...

so i set myself up to get them dressed in their easter dresses, and take their pictures... it was raining on the day we planned... then my sister in law sent these adorable hats. I knew they would be perfect. so out to the front porch we went, and they allowed me to take 6, count them 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 pictures of them. aren't they giving children???

the moral of the story is... taking pictures of your children is like trying to nail jello eggs to a wall...

hope you all have a hoppy easter.

lord help me.

i always do this. always.

i go gung-ho on losing weight, hit a huge milestone, and then think "eh, i've done good.... i should reward myself with a cadbury egg...... or 12".

this time, once again, no different.

2 weeks ago, i hit the 25 lb mark. i have lost 25 lbs! i haven't been a size 10 since, well, i don't remember.

so, what do i do to celebrate? i let go. i let go off what i need to be doing. i let go of my healthy eating habits because hey, i've lost 25 lbs! no big deal to eat like a pig once in a while... and yet, 2 weeks later, i am still eating horrible. '

i need an intervention, because lord help me, the devil wants me fat. i need a switch kick in the britches before these new britches i bought no longer fit.

i am writing this out for accountability. its no big deal if i slip up a little in private, but making it public, that's HUGE. you all will know my triumphs, my failures, and be there when i pick myself up from a ice cream binge and hit the treadmill.