Motivation

Okay so I'm back. I know, I know, it has been a couple of days. but chill out people I got more.

So, time has been flying by lately. Days seem to be going by faster and faster, road runner style. When you are young time goes by so slow. Tic Tock Tic Tock, used to pound in my ears, as I would lay on the couch and wait till ten at night because that's when the party would start. Now all I here is ZOOOOOOOMMMMMM!

Violet is going to be seven months on the twenty second and I keep thinking only five more months and she will be a year old. boo hoo. She sits up, rolls, eats baby food, and now she eats those little star rice things that dissolve in her mouth. she gets up on her hands and knees and rocks back and forth, the prelude to crawling. Oh man.

As much as I miss her as a tiny little newborn that would fall asleep on my chest, I am still so proud of my little girls accomplishments. I miss how she would nap every two hours, but am still so happy that she is awake longer, gives us more time to play. I love it how she is realizing what a stranger is and pushes her face into my neck when she sees some one new. She likes to play monkey and push her self backwards until I am holding her upside down. She even plays in the pool with the big kids (her crazy older cousins)!

she has been thousands of feet in the air to go to San Antonio, eight miles under the earth at Carlsbad Caverns, and we even took her to the mother ship at Roswell NM. Whats next? the bright lights of Vegas.

My mother in law came out this month, and it has been such a beautiful thing. It is amazing how having a baby can make you so emotional. In the past, crying for me, was like an eclipse. It would only come once in a while, and when it did every one would shut up and watch. We got pictures taken of my MIL and Violet. It was such a precious moment I choked up. Now all I want is more time. More time for Violet to have with her Grandparents, and Great Grandparents.

Shit, here comes the emotions. Quick change the subject.....

So I have officially hit the gym. Well more like bulldozed through it considering how big I am. Boom.... "Look out Godzilla is doing the salsa again." I have joined a Zumba class. For those who don't know what it is, Jason explains it like this. "Jungle fever dance, with a hit of hot sauce." I may be a white girl but I can shake my butt, and jiggle every thing else. "J-E-L-L-O, it's alive!"
If you want to see something funny, hit us up at the prime time and watch me and my sister in law trying to keep up with our little flaca (skinny) instructor who makes it look so easy. By the time we are done my breast milk has turned into an all out milk shake and Violet gets a nice frothy treat for dinner.

I need the excersize, not only to be healthy for my little girl, but mostly to keep up with her. I know if she is anything like her uncle paul (as every one keeps saying), she is going to be hell on wheels. A full Pedal to the Metal kind of girl.

I am old enough to not care what people think about me or my weight anymore, In fact, I am infatuated with pudgy people because I know what real beauty is. But I am being brave and going to let you all know the numbers. Go ahead say what you want, but in the end I can probably kick your ass, and could make some money on all the people that would take a bet that I would.

So before I got pregnant I weighed 260
lost thirty pounds while I was pregnant 230
and have pretty much stayed that weight since.
I am 5 ft 9 inch
and you have to figure (I'm hoping) at least 20 lbs of boobs considering I'm stacked with triple D's. That's right boys, you can pick your jaws up off of the floor. You look like a zombie.

Now don't get me wrong. I love my body. I am not ashamed of my body, and if you saw the way my man looked at me every day, you would know why I feel beautiful. I spent to much time in my past hiding in the shadows, and wearing huge shirts to care anymore (and that was when i was 180). I love to show off the ladies. I just love to dance so why not do it and loose some flub while I do.

So in this war here are the "evil doers"
Bread BREAD BREAD!!! Rice, and anything that has Chocolate on the label, also slim fast because that stuff taste like SHIT!

Friends: My work out buddy Chantel, Dance instructors hot ass, Man do I want an ass like hers. Zumba and protein. Violet cuz she never lets me sit down. Garden, and ZUMBA! four sports bras stacked on top of the girls, and more zumba.

So all right every one. I'm out for today. Keep me motivated, and Smile YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! and here are some pictures of what real woman look like

There are things in life you want, and there are things in life you need. When you have a child the words "I want" no longer exist in your vocabulary, and the word "need", goes to your baby. Then there are the things you don't need. It doesn't hurt to wish or dream, but in reality, your little one is so much more important than anything money can buy.

Things you don't need to be a good mother.

a hair cut that makes you feel like a star.
the trendiest clothes to wear while doing the laundry.
a manicure, it makes it difficult for baby to use fingers as a pacifier.
A night out on the town even just once a week.
the most expensive toys for baby, because even the expensive ones break.
A big mansion
the newest technology

Things you do need to be a good mother

Patience
wooden spoons for baby to bang on pots
a pony tail and or head bands
sweat pants
energy
fast feet
a camera
mud
and most important
LOVE

On day three of the evil baby drama, known as TEETHING. I have heard stories and lectures about how tough it is when your little ones teeth start their journey to the out side. But I got to say one thing, you are truly never really prepared.
Poor Violet has been miserable for the past three days, I think we both have. I know the Crying is horrible for me, but I know the pain is 100 times worse for her. Sleep is something that is missing in both of our lives, right now. And I miss my happy little girl. I hope this goes by fast.
Upper about the teething, is knowing that only mommy can make it better. I love the love!
I am armed with baby Tylonal, Oragel, and Humphreys teething tabs, frozen teethers, and a never ending supply of chee chee.
Any one have any advice on making this experience more bearable?

Happy Birthday my Love

Today we celebrate the birthday of two very special special people on this planet. My hubby and my Mother in law. SOOooo...

Jason is celebrating his 25 birthday, and I think Na Na Marty is celebrating her 32nd birthday for tenth time. I love both of them very much. Although I don't much matter anymore since the baby has come along lol.

I met Jason seven years ago, and we are high school sweet hearts. I don't know much about the sweet part though. Over the years he has taught me patience is one of the best qualities a person could have......I don't have much of it, so I figure it is best if I just stick with some one who does. He has always been a "every thing will be okay" kind of guy, even when the shit hits the fan. And I don't just mean little tiny poops, I mean Giant elephant shit, kind of shit.
He is truly a Sweety, and he always makes me laugh. I know I am getting all mushy and yuck but I really really REALLY love him, and I can't see myself being with any one else.



His mom, Marty, is just as cool as he is. If anything she has taught me how to be strong, and that every cloud has a silver lining. She really is the strongest person I have ever met. When I think things are bad I tell myself "WWMD" (what would marty do), and I know I can pull through anything. I LOVE MY MOTHER IN LAW.


These two people have really been a blessing in my life. Jason is a good father, and Marty is a good na na, both of which I think are spoiling my daughter into a little princess.

I hope you too have a wonderful birthday. I love you guys beyond the universe!

So in love with the wong thing

Four things I have learned from violet

Being a mother is like being a freshman in high school. You think you know every thing, and then WAM! Brain overload! The scientific method of Who, What, Where, When , and Why, just turns into "Wa?". So here are some things that I have learned, since I have become a mother. I hope you enjoy

1) My new alarm clock doesn't have snooze - The days have long gone, of sleeping until I could dream no more dreams, and I would wake up. Even after being awaken I could swish my legs back and forth under cool blankets and scrunch my eyes closed until I would get bored of pretending to be asleep. Sleep...Sleep...Sleep, God, it sounds nice and peaceful, doesn't it?

"we are sorry to interrupt this beautiful scene but WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"

That's right My alarm clock no longer goes beep beep, it no longer plays the latest rock song, Now it is a high pitched scream, that does not end until I am not only awake, but out of bed, peering over the baby crib through blurry sleep deprived eyes, and reaching my arms down to pick up my early riser, Violet.

Little violet doesn't have a snooze button, but she has a really cute "Good morning Mommy", smile. way better than any alarm clock, and cute enough to make you forget that you are tired.

2)dancing around like an idiot is no longer stupid it is cool at least for the babe- Look out every one I have just passed "can act like dork but is pretty cool" line on the Dork-O-Meter, and have gone into the red zone of "break out the black glasses with tape and do the sprinkler" line.

I always strived to be the "cool kid" growing up. To be the kid in school that was "like totally awsome", with the best clothes, and well, you know that air of... coolness. later on I became okay with just being "privlaged" enough to hang out with the cool kids, and settled comfortably into the crowds cool nerd role. BTW it doesn't count if your mom says "your cool to me" infact, if that happens the dorky fairy will sprinkle a little more dork dust on you, and make it worse.

So now I am dancing around like a maniac, arms waving in the air, feet stomping, jumping as high as my milk filled ta ta's will let me. I know it sounds sexy right? WRONG!! maybe after you have kids, your body just forgets how to do the sexy shake your booty dance. Nope, now it literally looks like I am having a seizure! But hey, at least for right now, violet thinks it is super duper cool. (saying super duper just put me in the "exploding dork" zone on the meter).
well, until i show up at her first school dance as a chaperonage, and do the "I'm making kool-aid" dance.

3) baby farts are always cute -I know, every one likes a good fart joke. But we all know that some times it just is inappropriate. I know every one has been in a situation where some one has done a little poofer, and you are just totally disgusted. I know you are going to laugh but here are some examples
a. When you are relaxing on the couch and your little brother is standing next to you and lets one rip right next to your head.
b. A buttercup to the face
c. while eating dinner your husband lets one go just as you are enjoying a big steak, and you can almost see the green gas oozing from his dent in the couch.
d. when you are spooning your husband and he lets one go on your belly that is so big it jiggles your stomach so hard a surfer could score a trophy on the waves.

ha ha ha ha.....yeah it is SOOOOOooooOOOOO funny. NOT!!!!!
*getting out my lab coat, and pushing up my glasses* You see baby farts are a new breed of fart. They are always cute, and you can actually be proud of your little ones toots. Not only do they come out of such a cute little bottom, they seem to surprise your little one in such a silly way, that you can't help but smile. Yes indeed baby farts are always cute.

4) that i need to invent nipple pads for girls with big boobies- So this one is for all those ladies that where stacked before they got pregnant and then just turned into the boob monster from hell after they have had a baby. Two words....Nipple Pads.
for those that don't know what nipple pads are, they are tiny little peices of what ever they are made out of, with a little sticky in the back. You place the tiny little things between your nipple and your bra, hoping that the sticky does it's job and stays in place. If you are breastfeeding they are supposed to absorb milk, thus preventing leakage all down your pretty shirt.
Ha if only. I have learned, since I have had the baby, I need to mass produce giant nipple pads for girls with real honking boobies. I mean like, tig ol' bitties
sorry guys if I am being a bit blunt. Just to warn you if you are not used to vulgar words you may want to leave this blog for the less modest person. This is only the beginning.
Now, don't misinterpret me. you may be thinking, "dang this girl has some freakishly large nipples", No I don't, but I don't think the nipple pads that are placed on retail store shelves have a one size fits all kind of thing going on. I'm just saying.
And don't get me started about the sticky on the back, that is supposed to hold it in place...To late. THEY SUCK. Listen, when you go to sleep and your bed is soaked in milk and you are trying to figure out where the heck your nipple pad went. You search and search and can't find it until you get up in the morning to take a shower and PLOP, out falls the nipple pad, that was lost underneath your chee chee, or some how it ends up in your armpit. I think maybe it is time for the nipple pad industry to start revaluating their products. Sheeeesh!

Yeah pretty funny, right? I know there is more learning that will be going on in the years to come. And I can't wait! Please feel free to leave some comments about what you have learned, it should be interesting.
Thanks for stopping by agian.

Whats Going on here?

SoooOOOOooo, since this is my first blog, I guess I should let you know whats going on here. Right?

I have been on this earth for 24 years, longer if you believe in reincarnation (BTW I would have been Joan of Arc in a past life). My mother named me Rebecca Marie, and she later changed it to Rebekah Clean Your Room. I can get into a mosh pitt, shake ma booty, and argue with the best of them. Heck I am the best of them. Now I just sound vain.

Not married, I'm a "Down with the man", kind of girl. So naturally I don't see why I should have to get a marriage certificate from the court, to recognize my marriage. However, I do refer to my "life partner" as my husband, and we have been together for seven years.

So that brings me to my Daughter, and the reason for this blog. Violet Rayne (pronounced Rain, and not ray-na) was born the rainy day of December 22. So as I am writing this first blog, she is officially 6 months and 9 days. My first child has thrown me into this crazy wild job, that gives you the title of Mommy. And a hard job it is. Many ups and downs, and turn arounds, zig zags, and some times even a u-turn. But all well worth it.

I am writing this blog to let it out "Mommy Style". Hopefully to find mothers out there as crazy as I am... but wait you have to be crazy to have kids. I might want to vent, gush, get some feed back, or just blog weird stuff, so just hang in there with me. And if you can't there is always the little x on the page that gets you out of here, and if you have a good computer, quickly.

So yeah, Thanks for visiting, hope too see you soon. It should be fun.