Aprils Gone By

You know I love to compare photos and reminisce... And today I have no blog material but I do actually have a few minutes to sit down, so instead of trying to come up with anything new I'm just going to post a few pictures from Aprils past. I wish I had had a digital camera when Peyton was a baby, and I wish that I had the time/ambition to put all of Emmy's baby photos onto a good external hard drive (they're currently on discs)...but these are the photos that I do have quick and easy access to.

Indulge me, please, as I take a trip down memory lane :)

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Queen of Big Ideas

Last week we had really gorgeous weather for a few consecutive days, and I wanted to take advantage of every single second of it. So on Wednesday, I loaded each of the kids' bikes plus my bike and the trailer into the back end of the pickup and hauled everyone down to Clay County Park for a trail ride and after-school picnic.
Hudson has never ridden his bike very far, but I was optimistic that he'd be able to go at least partway through the park and back. I told myself before we got going that I was NOT going to be hauling him in the bike trailer...he's just too big. And anyway, combining his too-heavy weight with Colton's substantial girth would make it really hard for me to get anywhere. He was just going to have to tough it out.
Spirits were high as we piled out of the pickup. The kids couldn't WAIT to get their bikes out and take off down the gravel path! The girls shot off like they were bursting from a cannon; I strapped Colton into the trailer; and Hudson hopped onto his bike. He tried and tried and tried some more, but he just couldn't pedal his bike on the gravel road. I kept telling him "You'll get it. Just keep trying. I won't go anywhere until you get going...just push a little harder." Meanwhile, the girls were nowhere to be seen.
Hudson got frustrated and said "This is the stupidest idea ever! I'm just going to wait in the pickup!" so....I told him to get in the trailer. Ugh. He happily abandoned his Spider Man bike and slid in next to Colton. We took off toward the girls (they had stopped about a half mile up the trail to wait for us) and then we began the 2.5-mile loop around Clay County Park.
If it had been a flat road, it would have been hard to pull those two boys. But for any Vermillion-ites who have been to that park, you know that it is anything but level ground. There are some pretty steep ascents along the way and lots of other less-menacing-looking-but-still-steep-ish hills every few yards. As such, I was having to stand up to pedal and actually tell myself out loud "You can do it! Just...keep....going!"
About halfway through the park we stopped for our picnic, and I was able to rest my legs a bit. The kids had a snack of strawberries, celery with peanut butter, air-popped popcorn, and cashews. They were so happy :) We threw rocks in the river, munched and rested, and then started off on the second leg of our trip.
Really, we were doing pretty well until we got about 3/4 of a mile away from the start. Hudson started pleading with me to stop because he wanted to get out and run instead. I asked him "Are you sure? It's quite a little ways back to the pickup and the girls are pretty far ahead of us. Can you make it that far by yourself?" He assured me that he could, so I happily allowed him out of the trailer and watched him prance away to get some exercise.
Meanwhile, Colton decided that he also needed to get out of the trailer. But he didn't want to run. No, he wanted to sit on my lap while I finished pedaling uphill, pulling an empty bike trailer behind me.
There are a lot of things I will do for that crazy baby, but holding him on my lap while I bike is NOT one of them. He was insanely pissed. He stomped around in the dirt and refused to move. He wouldn't get in the trailer; he wouldn't walk; he wouldn't do anything. He was DONE.
I begged, pleaded and threatened until finally another mom with her son happened upon us. She was carrying her son on her back and I said to her "Toddlers...huh?" She groaned and answered "Mine is six." lol Kindred spirits, she and I ;) I definitely felt for her as she hauled her giant child on her back in the heat that last half mile.
Finally I had a stroke of genius and told Colton "Oh, well. I guess it's too bad we're going to have to stay in this field tonight...we won't be able to play on the iPad." That got his attention and he finally agreed to get back in the trailer.
By the time we made it back to the pickup, the other kids were panting and totally exhausted and bickering over who would get to drink the last of the water. They were all red-faced and dying to go home. I still had to load the bikes back up into the pickup, and the whole time I worked they were squealing about the unfairness of life and how miserable and hot they were and how that excursion was SUCH a stupid idea and they were never going to do that again.
All I could think was "You ungrateful little punks...I could not agree more. Never, ever again."

Except I have stupid "brilliant" ideas all the time and I'm sure that Clay County Park will, indeed, see the Krogman Clan and their bicycles once again before summer is over ;)

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Mr Something-or-Other

Colton is a kid of extreme extremes. He can be the absolute sweetest little boy, charming the pants off of ladies left and right and winning people over with that dimple of his. But he can flip his switch just as easily and make me wish that I was somewhere far, far away, drugged and in a padded cell.
I'm not exaggerating.
He is truly the most difficult toddler I've ever been faced with...he can make certain days (or certain times of the day) seem absolutely impossible. I could get into stories and details, but honestly....when I'm older and I look back through my blog books, I would rather come across this entry and have those memories all be a little hazy and hard to remember ;)
I'll just post these adorable pictures and choose to remember him this way instead.

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Something to Blog About!

It's nice! It's warm! We can be outside!

My spirits feel like they've been lifted and I've been so energized lately because SUN! There's the freaking SUN!

Sun and Vitamin D can have a huuuuuge impact on a person after months of winter gloom and cold.

I've actually had that irritating "Happy" song in my head all day. Apparently I am feeling like a room without a roof (whatever in the hell that means).

Anyway....I took the kids to a rinky-dink little park to play after school yesterday. I don't like going to the bigger/busier parks because I have four kids to keep track of and it makes me anxious trying to keep an eye on everyone when there are so many other kids running around. And Colton seems hell-bent on killing himself when we're near "big" playground equipment...

So we pulled up to this seriously ghetto park and Peyton was like "Really? This is where we're going to play?"

But I know my kids. These are the kids who will have fun with ripped up toilet paper tubes and blankets and ignore a room full of shiny new toys.

Within minutes they were all having the *best. day. EVER*

Mommy....for the win.

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Nobody believes me when I tell them what a demanding little turd Colton is at home. He is the champion tantrum-thrower of all four of my kids...we have multiple enormous meltdowns every single day and he's super mouthy.
So, I give you photographic proof. He's yelling at Hudson "GO AWAY!" and you can tell by the shape of his mouth/expression on his pissed-off face.

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Maybe I shouldn't be wearing these particular workout pants in public. Ew

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P90X3 -- My Review

Last fall between Halloween candy, Emmy's birthday and my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, my butt surgery, cold weather and total lack of ambition or direction, I kind of fell off my "healthy" kick. I didn't totally flop or anything, but I skipped quite a few workouts and stopped lifting weights all together (I think that alone set me back a long way)....but even worse than that was all the FOOD. Ugh...all the holiday goodies. I can easily resist things like pizza, chips, fries, etc but you stick a pan of piping hot homemade caramel rolls in front of me and --well--  all bets are off. That was my own fault, though, because I'm the one who made them ;) haha What can I say, I love to bake!

When I was recovering from my surgery I told myself that I'd focus on getting my diet back under control since I couldn't exercise at all (for weeks! It about killed me!) but...I'd have a little bit of this or a scoop of that and pretty soon it was, "Oh, hell....I'll just start all over from scratch. Give me that cereal!" By the time I was back on my feet I was feeling pretty bad about myself.

I hadn't necessarily gained any real weight, but I had lost a LOT of my muscle tone/definition and my endurance was severely lacking. So I decided to throw myself head-first into a more challenging workout program: P90X3!

Here's my little review of the program. I love reading other people's experiences with it, but feel free to just NOT read this if you couldn't care less. ;)

I had decided at first to do the "lean" version of the program. There are four to choose from: Classic, Lean, Mass, and Doubles. Lean sounded the most like what I was after (not necessarily 'building' muscle, but getting lean and toned and putting more of an emphasis on cardio than weights). Well...two weeks into it I just wasn't feeling very good about where it was going. It was SO damn much cardio and I was starting to feel like the key thing that was missing and the reason why I wasn't "bouncing back" the way I wanted was because I had eliminated most of my resistance training. So after week 3 I switched to the Classic program and haven't looked back since.

I loved the first few weeks of the classic version. There were so many push-ups and squats and lunges and rows and shoulder presses and....gah. I had just missed it a lot. Within a week of switching gears I felt my core tighten up significantly. My balance and stability improved. My arms were looking awesome again. Things were looking up!

But then by about day 40 I felt like something was lacking. Again ;)

There are lower-body specific DVDs with P90X3 and they are actually really GOOD workouts...but they're only 30 minutes long and they focus a lot on things like single-leg squats and single-leg lunges, which to me challenge my balance/core more-so than my leg strength. Plus I have issues with both my knees and found that I had to modify stuff a LOT. By the time I hit my 60 day mark (which was yesterday) I  had gotten totally frustrated...I felt like my hamstrings and booty were being completely neglected and I just don't think that P90X3 is built to target these areas specifically.

So...I'm at a stand-still here. I like the program a lot. There are certain discs that I like more than others (I HATE Agility X. I'm about as agile as a drunk hippo) and there are certain things about the program that have benefited me a lot. My shoulders/back have really developed and I'm so so happy about how strong my core has gotten. But overall I'm just not sure if I want to finish out the last 30 days or not. The weather is getting nicer and I'm discovering that I actually like to jog (so crazy!); I'm finding that I really miss a lot of the workouts that I used to do, like LesMills Combat and TurboFire; and I'm feeling like I need to start training my hamstrings/glutes on my own once or twice a week because the DVDs just aren't cutting it for me. But I feel like...jeez, I've gone SIXTY DAYS already! What's 30 more, really? What's the worst that could happen?

I don't know.. I am going to do my X3 workout tonight as scheduled, but tomorrow is Agility --haha! Damn you, agility!-- and I'll probably do something else in its place. It's tough to stick to something for 90 consecutive days. It's getting really redundant.

For anyone who might actually still be reading this ;) (Hi, Mom!) here are my progress pictures.

I had Calvin take pictures on Day 1, Day 30, and Day 60.
The changes are subtle, but they're there....the biggest difference --and the one I'm most proud of!!-- being my upper back and shoulders. Yay, I can actually do like 10 consecutive pushups on my toes now!
Also, don't mind the fact that I appear completely stoned in all of these ;) I took them first thing in the morning, so I'm all bleary-eyed and fuzzy looking.

Oh, and because I know someone will ask...I have GAINED 5 pounds doing P90X3. Yep...gained. It's all muscle though and I very rarely weigh myself, so I don't care at all about that number. But I knew someone out there would be curious.

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I just want to spend the next few weeks before summer getting my legs into shape, then I'll be a happy camper again. :)


My Sweet Nieces

I took a few pictures of Hadley and Adrienne while I was home for their birthdays. Thank goodness it was decent on Sunday morning! Today we're getting rain/snow and it could potentially accumulate to 8"!! Those conditions wouldn't have made for very good picture-taking. It was a little cool and quite windy, and neither girl was TOTALLY thrilled with posing for Aunt Jordan (again!), but I did get some awfully cute pictures of them.
It would be really hard to get "bad" pictures of such sweet girls, though. :)

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