Please allow me to apologize for my lack of consistency with you... okay, my lack of attention. The truth is, we both know I've been completely ignoring you for the past month. Sure, I've weighed in a time or two, but that's just for looks. Clearly, I just haven't given two fucks lately.
Well, today Weight Watchers, I give a fuck, in fact, I give two fucks.
My pants don't fit, my muffin top is really more of a pop-over at this point. I feel lethargic, gross and just plain not like myself. I know why that is, it's because I haven't had you in my life.
Please accept this heartfelt apology and know that today I will to better. And tomorrow, and the next day and the day after that and the day after that...... Well, you get the point.
Smooches-
JBerg
Monday, May 6, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Our House, Lately
Ry:GaGaGaGaGaDADADADADAboooayayaya
Mr. Berg: Ryan, say Dada
Ry: DaDaDaDaDa
JBerg: Ryan, say Mama
Ry: DaDaDaDaDa
JBerg: Hey, what about Mama
Ry: pshhhht (blows raspberries in my direction and walks away)
We see how much I rate around here :)
Mr. Berg: Ryan, say Dada
Ry: DaDaDaDaDa
JBerg: Ryan, say Mama
Ry: DaDaDaDaDa
JBerg: Hey, what about Mama
Ry: pshhhht (blows raspberries in my direction and walks away)
We see how much I rate around here :)
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Where Ever You May Be
MM-
It goes without saying that I think of you every day. However, you were heavy on my mind this morning as I changed my calendar page for April to May. Happy Birthday Sweet Lady!
While I never knew your laugh, looked into your eyes or held your hand, I know you. I know who you are and the impact you had on my family. I feel you with me every day and I feel your absence in our hearts. I know you are looking down on us and I hope that the way we are living our lives makes you happy.
I think of you more and more now that I am a mother. Maybe it's because you are a mother too, or maybe it's because I know how early in life my Dad lost you. I pray that Ryan doesn't have the same fate.
Please know, that where are you are now, you are loved and missed and felt every single day.
All my love,
your granddaughter
It goes without saying that I think of you every day. However, you were heavy on my mind this morning as I changed my calendar page for April to May. Happy Birthday Sweet Lady!
While I never knew your laugh, looked into your eyes or held your hand, I know you. I know who you are and the impact you had on my family. I feel you with me every day and I feel your absence in our hearts. I know you are looking down on us and I hope that the way we are living our lives makes you happy.
I think of you more and more now that I am a mother. Maybe it's because you are a mother too, or maybe it's because I know how early in life my Dad lost you. I pray that Ryan doesn't have the same fate.
Please know, that where are you are now, you are loved and missed and felt every single day.
All my love,
your granddaughter
Monday, April 29, 2013
The Balancing Act
This weekend I spent a refreshing 72 hours at the family beach house with my mom. Leaving the boys at home, I was able to relax, drink wine, enjoy my mom's company and add a few new items to my wardrobe.
I arrived home rejuvenated, caught up on sleep and with a super cute new pedicure. All was well until reality came crashing down around me. Laundry needed to be taken care of, Sophie was in desperate need of companionship, Ryan wanted my attention, Mr. Berg was... well... I'm not sure but he needed dealt with, dinner had to go in the oven and I had to prepare for the week, for the babysitter, for work, for well, everything.
Nine months into this whole parenting thing and I can tell you this much: I'm delicately dealing with the balancing act. Some days, I've got it. Life is good and the world spins just as it should. Other days, not so much. I forget a small detail, or some wakes up too early or sleeps in too late and the rest of the day is completely shot. Such is life, I suppose.
Being a business owner, a mother, a volunteer, a board member and a wife is never easy. I often wonder if I didn't own a business, would I be in a working mom?
Hmm.... good question....
If I weren't a business owner, had never been a part of a family business, chances are I wouldn't be a working mom.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I love my career, my business, the people I see on a daily basis. However, when I leave work, I don't think about it again until I'm on my way back to it. When I'm at work, I think about my home, my family, my responsibilities there, all the time. It is just the way it is.
I'm forever balancing the responsibilities of work and home. I'm forever shuffling priorities and worrying about what is falling by the way side. I'm constructing offer letters while organizing a dinner menu. I'm taking conference calls while cutting coupons and writing out the grocery list.
I assume this is way it is for every working mom. At least I hope it is. I don't want to be the only one in the carpool lane some day with file folders in my diaper bag.
I arrived home rejuvenated, caught up on sleep and with a super cute new pedicure. All was well until reality came crashing down around me. Laundry needed to be taken care of, Sophie was in desperate need of companionship, Ryan wanted my attention, Mr. Berg was... well... I'm not sure but he needed dealt with, dinner had to go in the oven and I had to prepare for the week, for the babysitter, for work, for well, everything.
Nine months into this whole parenting thing and I can tell you this much: I'm delicately dealing with the balancing act. Some days, I've got it. Life is good and the world spins just as it should. Other days, not so much. I forget a small detail, or some wakes up too early or sleeps in too late and the rest of the day is completely shot. Such is life, I suppose.
Being a business owner, a mother, a volunteer, a board member and a wife is never easy. I often wonder if I didn't own a business, would I be in a working mom?
Hmm.... good question....
If I weren't a business owner, had never been a part of a family business, chances are I wouldn't be a working mom.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I love my career, my business, the people I see on a daily basis. However, when I leave work, I don't think about it again until I'm on my way back to it. When I'm at work, I think about my home, my family, my responsibilities there, all the time. It is just the way it is.
I'm forever balancing the responsibilities of work and home. I'm forever shuffling priorities and worrying about what is falling by the way side. I'm constructing offer letters while organizing a dinner menu. I'm taking conference calls while cutting coupons and writing out the grocery list.
I assume this is way it is for every working mom. At least I hope it is. I don't want to be the only one in the carpool lane some day with file folders in my diaper bag.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Let's Just Talk About May
As far as I'm concerned, April is over, 5 days early. I'm just over it. So, now onto May.
May is going to be a month for simplifying. That's my resolution, Simplify.
It occurred to me as I cleaned my house last night and there is entirely too much clutter and disorganization going on around these parts. It is driving me crazy. Absolutely, 100% bat shit crazy.
Literally, I just sat down and made a list of all the crap that is killing me. I nearly published it until I remembered that people might read this, and y'all would judge. Oh would you judge. You would say you weren't judging, but trust me, even I would judge.
And so.....
In May, I will de-clutter, I was rid my house of unnecessary crap. I will conquer the mess.
One closet, one bedroom, one room at a time.
This week I'll take on the kitchen. Please pray for us :)
May is going to be a month for simplifying. That's my resolution, Simplify.
It occurred to me as I cleaned my house last night and there is entirely too much clutter and disorganization going on around these parts. It is driving me crazy. Absolutely, 100% bat shit crazy.
Literally, I just sat down and made a list of all the crap that is killing me. I nearly published it until I remembered that people might read this, and y'all would judge. Oh would you judge. You would say you weren't judging, but trust me, even I would judge.
And so.....
In May, I will de-clutter, I was rid my house of unnecessary crap. I will conquer the mess.
One closet, one bedroom, one room at a time.
This week I'll take on the kitchen. Please pray for us :)
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Why Should I Care?
(fair warning: this is a typical nonsensical girl rant. it was not composed to make any sense. instead it is to make me feel better about some stupid person on the Internet)
Her name is Sherry Sherbet. ( okay that's not really her name but it's the name I came up with in case she ever googles herself, she won't find my absolutely delusional post about her.)
Anyway.....
She friend requested me about 4 years ago on Facebook. When I saw her request I couldn't quite place her, but I knew her name sounded familiar. Looking through some of her pictures, I could tell we attended the same college, knew some of the same people, but I still couldn't say for sure that I knew her. But her posts were funny, she was recently married just like me, and lived a couple of hours away, what could the harm be?
Well... I'll tell you.
She's a post whore.
She posts pictures every day. First it was of her house and her husband. Then it was of her first pregnancy, then they were of her daughter, then she got knocked up again so we had pictures of babies and bellies and then she had her son. This resulted in a million more pictures, then her son developed acid reflux (believe it or not you can take pictures of that) and then her daughter got hives, yes, HIVES. Terrible, life threatening (insert a big ass eye roll) hives. And then they got a dog and I wanted to shoot my eyes out. Meanwhile they renovated half their house, got a mini van, planted roses, went to the beach twice, the white house Easter Egg Roll twice and had a bunch of dumb parties.
I know all of this about a woman, I might have had a history class with in college. MIGHT HAVE.... I'm not 100% sure.
But, I am a masochist. I keep her on my feed. I see the pictures daily, I make shitty comments daily but I do nothing to stop it.
And then this morning...... oh this morning.
Stupid Sherry Sherbet posts two pictures, taken a year apart. The day she went in to have her son (she was HUGE) and one of her self on his first birthday. She ran a 10 mile race that morning. And she looked freaking incredible.
Yeah, I hate her. I am down right jealous.
And I have NO IDEA WHY.
There I said it.
Sherry Sherbet looks incredible. She worked really hard to look incredible and I'm pissed off about it.
She is now my sworn enemy. All because she had two babies, really close in age, post 39245829 million, billion pictures of them on the Internet and still find time to train for a 10 mile race. All while probably sucking it in like a hoover on picture day.
Yeah, I'm still jealous.
Her name is Sherry Sherbet. ( okay that's not really her name but it's the name I came up with in case she ever googles herself, she won't find my absolutely delusional post about her.)
Anyway.....
She friend requested me about 4 years ago on Facebook. When I saw her request I couldn't quite place her, but I knew her name sounded familiar. Looking through some of her pictures, I could tell we attended the same college, knew some of the same people, but I still couldn't say for sure that I knew her. But her posts were funny, she was recently married just like me, and lived a couple of hours away, what could the harm be?
Well... I'll tell you.
She's a post whore.
She posts pictures every day. First it was of her house and her husband. Then it was of her first pregnancy, then they were of her daughter, then she got knocked up again so we had pictures of babies and bellies and then she had her son. This resulted in a million more pictures, then her son developed acid reflux (believe it or not you can take pictures of that) and then her daughter got hives, yes, HIVES. Terrible, life threatening (insert a big ass eye roll) hives. And then they got a dog and I wanted to shoot my eyes out. Meanwhile they renovated half their house, got a mini van, planted roses, went to the beach twice, the white house Easter Egg Roll twice and had a bunch of dumb parties.
I know all of this about a woman, I might have had a history class with in college. MIGHT HAVE.... I'm not 100% sure.
But, I am a masochist. I keep her on my feed. I see the pictures daily, I make shitty comments daily but I do nothing to stop it.
And then this morning...... oh this morning.
Stupid Sherry Sherbet posts two pictures, taken a year apart. The day she went in to have her son (she was HUGE) and one of her self on his first birthday. She ran a 10 mile race that morning. And she looked freaking incredible.
Yeah, I hate her. I am down right jealous.
And I have NO IDEA WHY.
There I said it.
Sherry Sherbet looks incredible. She worked really hard to look incredible and I'm pissed off about it.
She is now my sworn enemy. All because she had two babies, really close in age, post 39245829 million, billion pictures of them on the Internet and still find time to train for a 10 mile race. All while probably sucking it in like a hoover on picture day.
Yeah, I'm still jealous.
Monday, April 22, 2013
9 Months In- 9 Months Out
Last Tuesday, amid the chaos and craziness that was my week, Ryan turned 9 months old.
In some ways, it is unbelievable to reach such a milestone, it others, it makes perfect sense.
At 9 Months old Ryan.....
Weighs in a 17.64 pounds, putting him in the 7th percentile.
Stands 28.25 inches tall.... long and lean
Has a normal sized head which I cannot remember the size of.
He crawls, pulls up onto everything and anything, tries his best to clap his hands. He sometimes waves hello and goodbye, if the mood strikes him. He can say "dadadadada" but has no idea what it means. He chases the cat, loves to read books, likes anything having to do with the outside. Three times a day we try solids. It is always hit or miss but he's really getting into table food.
He still gets up once a night for a bottle. We will work on phasing that out but we are hoping he does it on his own. We'll see.
Ryan has bright blue eyes, from what we can tell, brown hair and has four teeth he loves to chomp with. And three more close behind.
He is love, love, loved!
Ryan saw a new pediatrician today. One that I met while I was pregnant. As he was going over Ryan's chart and commenting on his milestones and celebrations he asked me a question I thought was interesting. "How are you feeling? I saw in your chart that Ryan had a difficult birth but we don't have any details on that."
Since I don't have a filter, I explained Ryan's birth. His perfection and my total body breakdown.
He nodded quietly, typed a new notes and said "You really should celebrate your milestones too."
And so I will....
At 9 Months Postpartum...
I weigh 2 pounds more then I did the day I went in for my first appointment.
Although nothing fits like it did before (and never will again I'm sure) I am pretty satisfied with how I look and feel.
My hair is finally recovering from falling out like crazy. Although the fly-aways from growing back sure make me look silly.
My anemia has resolved itself, thanks to tons of spinach, iron supplements, citrus, meat, more spinach and baked potatoes (of all things?).
My blood pressure is within a normal range although higher then it was before I had Ryan. My doctor and I keep a close eye one it. With high blood pressure in my family, it could be the beginning of inheritance, unfortunately.
My strength and stamina is slowly coming back. Most days, I still feel more tired and weak then I did the morning I woke up to deliver Ryan. However, I am told that is very normal and I should start feeling better closer to Ryan's first birthday.
And next Spring we will look into adding one more to our family.... provided I'm sleeping through the night. I haven't made any promises yet.
All in all. With 9 months of parenting down, I saw this:
Life is really, really good.
In some ways, it is unbelievable to reach such a milestone, it others, it makes perfect sense.
At 9 Months old Ryan.....
Weighs in a 17.64 pounds, putting him in the 7th percentile.
Stands 28.25 inches tall.... long and lean
Has a normal sized head which I cannot remember the size of.
He crawls, pulls up onto everything and anything, tries his best to clap his hands. He sometimes waves hello and goodbye, if the mood strikes him. He can say "dadadadada" but has no idea what it means. He chases the cat, loves to read books, likes anything having to do with the outside. Three times a day we try solids. It is always hit or miss but he's really getting into table food.
He still gets up once a night for a bottle. We will work on phasing that out but we are hoping he does it on his own. We'll see.
Ryan has bright blue eyes, from what we can tell, brown hair and has four teeth he loves to chomp with. And three more close behind.
He is love, love, loved!
Ryan saw a new pediatrician today. One that I met while I was pregnant. As he was going over Ryan's chart and commenting on his milestones and celebrations he asked me a question I thought was interesting. "How are you feeling? I saw in your chart that Ryan had a difficult birth but we don't have any details on that."
Since I don't have a filter, I explained Ryan's birth. His perfection and my total body breakdown.
He nodded quietly, typed a new notes and said "You really should celebrate your milestones too."
And so I will....
At 9 Months Postpartum...
I weigh 2 pounds more then I did the day I went in for my first appointment.
Although nothing fits like it did before (and never will again I'm sure) I am pretty satisfied with how I look and feel.
My hair is finally recovering from falling out like crazy. Although the fly-aways from growing back sure make me look silly.
My anemia has resolved itself, thanks to tons of spinach, iron supplements, citrus, meat, more spinach and baked potatoes (of all things?).
My blood pressure is within a normal range although higher then it was before I had Ryan. My doctor and I keep a close eye one it. With high blood pressure in my family, it could be the beginning of inheritance, unfortunately.
My strength and stamina is slowly coming back. Most days, I still feel more tired and weak then I did the morning I woke up to deliver Ryan. However, I am told that is very normal and I should start feeling better closer to Ryan's first birthday.
And next Spring we will look into adding one more to our family.... provided I'm sleeping through the night. I haven't made any promises yet.
All in all. With 9 months of parenting down, I saw this:
Life is really, really good.
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