A Late Night List

One. It's 1:30 in the AM and I can't sleep. You know when you can't sleep because you get yourself all hyped-up worrying that can't sleep. And then of course you can't sleep, because of all the worrying and lack of sleeping. Well, that's where I'm at.

Two. Spence and I set a goal to try to go to bed earlier. We put the goal into action this week. On Monday night I woke up with a little stomach bug and spent the majority of the night with my head in the toilet. And then tonight… 

So far it's going well, wouldn't ya say.

Three. I think it's important to reveal the fact that I'm not pregnant; I just have a weak stomach as of late. Divulging that bit of information will save my mom numerous unnecessary phone calls. However, she's probably not even reading anymore. At the very moment she read 'a little stomach bug' she went to find her cell phone. She's going to call my sisters first and say, "Do you think Kim's pregnant?" Then they'll discuss it. Then she's going to give me a call and say, "Kim, tell the truth! Are you pregnant?" Then when I tell her "no", she'll say, "Do you promise? I don't believe you!" And then I'll spend the next fifteen to twenty minutes trying to convince her that I'm not pregnant. When she's finally sort of convinced she'll say, "Do you think Jami's pregnant?" And the circle continues…

Four.  Jace had another well-baby appointment.  He's now 3 feet 2 inches and 24.6 pounds.  That puts him in the 90th percentile for height and 40th percentile for weight.  And he's just as cute as EVER!

Five. Although he's been a little grouchy lately. We're working on a little naptime switcheroo and he's not really on board. His naptime has always been at 11am. He likes his naptime at 11am. He wants his naptime to continue to be at 11am. But now church starts at 11am. And I'm no genius, but I'm pretty sure that Jace goes to church with an agenda. That being to make sure e.very.body in the entire building realizes that it's 11am and he's MISSING HIS NAPTIME. We're hoping that if we change his naptime to a later hour church will be enjoyable bearable! For us, and for those that attend with us.

Six. In case you're wondering (and I know you are), Jillian Michaels and I are still diligently doing the "Thirty Day Shred."

Seven. And speaking of the "Thirty Day Shred"… I got this email from my hilarious friend Miranda.

So a little background. She started "The Shred" the day before I did. And then she left a comment on my blog about the irony of the whole thing. And then she said she was going to email me. And then she never emailed. And then I left a comment on her blog, asking about my email. And then I got this email. And then {bonus points if you can name that movie, did I mention I can't sleep}.

Okay, the email:
i know i was supposed to email you
but then i did the 30 day shred
and then i died
and you can't type when you're dead.
-Miranda

It made me laugh. Mainly because I get it.

If you don't believe me ask Jillian Michaels. I'm pretty sure I saw her smirk and roll her eyes at my first attempt at the shred. I'm just glad she wasn't there to witness me do the Ab Ripper video from P90X. She might have lost all levels of composer and laughed out loud while pointing her skinny, yet perfectly toned little finger at me!

Eight. Look what my little girl can write. Isn't mom such a cute word when it's written by a three-year-old.

And on that note I'm off to bed.
And by that I mean I'm going to lay in bed while I toss and turn and analysis all possible reasons as to why I'm not sleeping.
It's going to be delightful.

Until morning time,
Kim