Sarah is 4 months old and is finally...

laughing!!! My girls seem to start laughing a little later than most babies. Not sure what that tells about Erik and I. Haha, jk! You want to know how I got both Reagan and Sarah to laugh for the first time? I scare them. Don't ask me how I came about doing that with Reagan. But I had tried EVERYTHING- to no avail. I think it must have just been a fluke but that's how I finally got Reagan to laugh. So when I had tried everything else to get Sarah to laugh with no success, I decided to try the scare tactics. It worked like a charm! Here's a video for your viewing pleasure. I just love a baby's laugh :)

In other news, Sarah is now a little roller. She's rolling from her belly to her back and from her back to her belly. I can't believe how much she's changed the past few weeks!

Overwhelmed

I'm moving...in one month. Erik and I are both moving next month but we're going in opposite directions. As most of you know, Erik is starting his 4th year rotations on June 2nd in Pennsylvania. We thought it would be best if the girls and I moved out to Idaho to live with my parents until the end of January. That's 8 LONG months without my hubby. Just a little overwhelmed.

I've started packing but I HATE HATE moving. The whole process is just so miserable. There's so many little odds and ends that you've got to find a place for, trying to figure out what not to pack yet and what to pack ahead of time, and of course the cleaning (pure misery)...you get the idea. You've all been there before. I've never had to move since having kids so that has been interesting as well. Reagan think she's helping me by digging into opened boxes that I'm in the process of packing and chucking its contents around the house. To top it off Sarah has decided that she's only happy when my face is in front of hers talking and making baby noises.

I'll just be glad when this move is over. However, we're just going to have to move several more times in the next few years. Ugh. Tell me again why medical school was such a great idea? Thanks for letting me vent!

Counting to 10...kind of

Here's a video of Reagan counting to 10...with a little help. She's cabable of doing it but doesn't always like to do what mom and dad want or ask her to :) I hope you enjoy. If you couldn't tell- 7 is her favorite number.

Scared Stiff

Oh, there are even more horrified looks from Sarah. But I thought that would have been overkill. See what I told you when I said that our little Sarah bear isnt't too photogenic? I decided to try her out in the exersaucer but I don't think she's quite ready for it, haha. She really wasn't as scared as she looks. I'm not sure why 99% of her pictures show up with this horrified expression. I think it's pretty funny though :)

Confessions: A window into my twisted mind

Hello. My name is Jenny. I'm a germaphobe. Ever since becoming a mother, I've become a little OCD when it comes to germs. Fact: it just isn't fun when your kids are sick. You lose sleep..lots of it. You can only do so much to make them feel better, which isn't enough. Plus, I have terrible anxiety when it comes to puke. I always have.

Warning: read at your own risk. The stomach flu scares the bejubudeez out of me. Just the mere thought of the possibility of becoming nauseated and throwing up will physically make me ill. Instantly. It's one thing to be nauseated and puking your guts out with someone taking care of you or even when you're on your own. But being sick and taking care of one child or multiple children...yikes! Someone out there, please assure me that your family rarely or even better never falls ill with the flu. That would give me great hope. Don't ask me why I dwell on something as stupid and trivial as the stomach flu. I'm not sure there's anyone out there who has as much anxiety about throwing up as I do.

I guess this has been on my mind because we've been sick this week. I also woke up the other night completely nauseated out of my mind at 12:30. I proceeded to spend the rest of the night in the bathroom...slightly reminiscent of the good ol' morning sickness days. And NO I'm not pregnant, thank you. I seem to have a very strong stomach- meaning I do not throw up easily at all. This makes me very happy most of the time, except when you're so sick that you think throwing up would actually make you feel better. I thought to myself. Oh great. You've got the stomach flu and you're going to pass it on to Reagan, then Sarah, and then Erik is going to get it. By the way- it wasn't the stomach flu. Just some nasty bug that gave me a fever and nausea.
Here's a little tidbit from a Seinfeld episode, The Dinner Party, that I can relate to:

JERRY: Uh, I don't feel so good.
ELAINE: What's wrong?
JERRY: My stomach, I , I think it was that cookie.
ELAINE: The black and white?
JERRY: Yeah.
ELAINE: Not getting along?
JERRY: I think I got David Duke and Fahrikan down there.
ELAINE: Well if we can't look to the cookie where can we look?
JERRY: I feel like I'm going to throw up.
ELAINE: Hey, what about your vomit streak?
JERRY: I know, I haven't thrown up since June 29th, 1980.
[Man with cane puts cane on Elaine's foot]
ELAINE: Oh, oh!
MAN3: Sooory.
ELAINE: Sorry? You almost took my toe off. Why don't you watch what you're doing you, LUNATIC!… uh, I think he broke my toe. [Jerry gets up] Where're you going?
JERRY: Fourteen years down the drain.

Haha, I used to have a vomit streak. It went back to 6th grade before I became violently ill the day following our wedding, August 15th, 2004. 3 1/2 years and counting...

Just thought I'd let you all know how weird I am :) Erik is already aware, haha.

Sick as Dogs

Yep, we're all sick as dogs here in the Rosenlof household. I guess we were probably due for some illness around here. Fortunately we've been pretty healthy since Thanksgiving. Our daily activities the past few days have consisted of lounging around in our pajamas, laying on the couch, watching lots of tv and movies (WAY too much Elmo), overdosing on Tylenol, Motrin, and Dimetapp (not really though), and sleeping whenever possible. Oh and how could I forget that I've been washing my hands literally every 2 minutes all day long followed with rubbing every surface of my hands with hand sanitizer before and after touching Reagan or Sarah. I tried so hard to keep little Sarah from contracting this evil bug but she started getting sick last night. One good thing that has come from all of this- I haven't had an appetite. Woo hoo! Way to jumpstart my weight loss :)

I took these pictures of Reagan and Sarah a few days ago- right before we all got sick. I had realized I really didn't have any pictures of them together. Probably because Reagan really doesn't care for Sarah much still. You may not be able to tell, but Reagan was laughing a little here and there. She thought it was hilarious how Sarah kept falling over. She kept saying "Silly Sayah (Sarah)!" I really hope they do become good friends someday.





Don't you just love how Sarah always has this terrified "deer in the headlights" look about her? Those eyes always seem to just bug out whenever we take pictures. Poor kid isn't too photogenic :) The last picture was right after Reagan gave Sarah a kiss on her head while saying "Muah!" I just love my girls!!

This is getting ridiculous

Ok so I'm more than disgusted with myself. Things have gotten out of hand around here. Since mid pregnancy in August (once the morning sickness went away), I have been stuffing my face with anything and everything that is sweet and delicious. I thought these overwhelming and unrestrainable cravings would disappear after Sarah was born. Wrong...oh so very wrong! I think *GASP* that they have intensified. For the past few weeks I have been gorging myself on these delightfully evil gems:

Seriously, these little eggs are ridiculous. We bought four of thse bad boys...the family size bags. What has happened to me? I used to be the master of self control back in college. It's a good thing they only sell them at Easter time.

I decided that it is long overdue for me to get back into a serious work out routine. Exercising has always helped me have more self control because I work so hard to burn the calories that I can't bear to throw it all away by eating one cadbury mini egg (which turns into 15...or more) because restraint is impossible.

I plan on doing pilates 3-4 days a week and running 3 days a week to start out with. Sometime in the not too distant future, I'd love to be able to train for a marathon. I don't know if my poor joints could hack it though.

I've done Winsor pilates before a few times with a friend and noticed results really fast. I can't wait to see what a long term routine will do to my sad excuse of a body. Has anyone tried Winsor pilates? Any other suggestions on how I can kick this all consuming sweets addiction I have??? Anyone out there share my sad misfortune?

Oh and one last thing. Somehow I managed to discover this hidden treasure: http://thepioneerwoman.com/confessions/ As if I didn't have enough problems already! I dare you to browse her cooking section. She'll convince you that you have to make everything she's posted on her site. With her staple ingredients being butter, butter, and more butter....how do I have a fighting chance?