Seriously? Any more ER visits?

So I would love to know why it is that as soon as my husband leaves my life falls spectacularly to pieces. It never fails. Last night my poor puppy needed a quick trip to the ER vet. She had a cyst rupture on her back and lets just say it was disgusting! Thank goodness for my Mom the nurse and my sister in law, the future doctor, or I may have just tossed my cookies and hid in the closet. My father was kind enough to volunteer to take my pup to the vet while I put my over tired boys to bed. The doc said she will be fine, and gave us some meds to put on her back. The fun part (sarcasm) is that he found a suspicious lump on her back that we need to have removed and checked for cancer. Grrrrrrrrreat. Just what I need right now while I am doing the single Mom thing. Our pup with the ailment, Sweet Pea, is on the right. Our other furball, Miss Piggy, is on the left.


As traumatizing as it was to experience the dog heading to the ER, my son heading to the ER is far more frightening. I was trying to be a good daughter/house guest, and help my Mom prepare dinner. My father had volunteered to take the boys outside. As he was getting them ready, I accidentally dropped a jar of peppercorns. It shattered on the floor. I was cleaning it up when I heard the most awful hurt cry coming from the other room. Any Mommy out there knows the difference between an ouch cry and a true hurt cry. My poor little Pierson was bawling his eyes out. My Dad tried to comfort him, nothing...My Mom tried to comfort him, nothing. He came to me, sobbing, then he picked his head up and I noticed the blood on my shirt. I looked at my baby's beautiful face and noticed his nose was bleeding. My heart sank. My Dad said his best guess was that Pierson injured himself on the dowel he was walking around with as a cane. We were concerned that he had been chewing on the dowel and that he may have damaged his palate, so my father and I rushed him to the ER. After about half an hour we discovered that he was just fine. The bleeding had stopped and he was so relaxed, that he actually took at nap in the waiting room. We decided to forgo the doctor and head home. My best guess is that the little goober took a good whack to the nose with that stupid dowel. Just thankful that he is ok now and there is no permanent damage to that perfect little face (not that I am bias).

I needed a few mojitos tonight to calm down. Like I said, my hubby leaves and our world crumbles. I am just so thankful to have my family reinforcements around. They help so much, both morally and just giving me a break. Today my break consisted of a hellish workout. 400m of lunges with a 25 lbs kettlebell held over my head. It was 91 degrees out here, so it was brutal!! I managed to finish in 22 minutes and 46 seconds. Lets see how my back end feels tomorrow after so many darn lunges.

Hoping tomorrow goes smoother. I am missing my hubby dearly and hope that he gets to call again tomorrow. He has only been gone two days, but honestly it feels like it has been so much longer than that.

Keep on, Keeping on

So I am actually writing this post from my computer, which is not usual for me. :) I seem to never have time to actually sit in front of the computer. I guess we can chalk this one up to me being up at 615am on a Sunday. I heard my hubby hobble out of bed (apparently he hurt his foot) and decided I would rather get up early and enjoy some quiet time with him than sleep another hour or two. I am up now trying to perk up, thank goodness for my morning cup of tea.

I didn't get a chance to write yesterday because I am really trying to focus on family time, which is tough when everybody else has plans. So Friday, we got the boys haircuts. Then we went to Chick Fil A to celebrate our friend's son's birthday. It was a good time, but Keith and I really just wanted to get home. And finally, here is a picture of the gluten free cake that we made the other day.


Yesterday, we got up and I played kitchen scientist again. One of the coaches at my gym, AJ, had been trying to make these nut clusters (they are manufactured by Mrs. Mays...so good). And his version had come out messy and runny. I decided to look into making Paleo brittle. I found a recipe and stole the idea on what temp to cook the honey to. I used raw organic honey and cooked it to 240 degrees, added some raw almonds. Then cooked it until 305 degrees. I threw in some roasted cashews until the nuts were just coated. Spread the mixture onto a jelly roll pan that I lined with parchment paper and lightly greased. Put it in the fridge to cool. When I was ready to leave for the gym, I broke the brittle into pieces and put it in a zip loc bag. All of the coaches at the gym seemed pretty excited to have another type of food to snack on.

I didn't work out yesterday. It was a rest day...finally. Friday's workout was pretty rough. 30 Turkish gets up, 30 kettlebell swings, 30 kettlebell sumo-deadlift high pulls, 5 rounds. It took me 50 min and 36 sec using a 35 lbs kettlebell for the first round and a 25 lbs kettlebell for the remainder. I was dripping in sweat and covered in bruises. A lovely shot of my poor knees.


Here are some pictures of the boys playing around at the gym. They both love it there. Makes a Crossfitting Mama sooooo proud!



And here is a picture of my handsome hubby after getting his butt whooped by some tire flips, overhead squats and double unders on Saturday.


Looks a lot like the picture of me that was posted on the gym's website, from the rope climbing workout. (nice knee high socks right?)


Well, I'm looking forward to a relaxing Sunday. My in-laws come in tomorrow, and I get my hair cut, so its going to be a busy day. Florida bound with the boys on Thursday, kissing my hubby goodbye on Wednesday. :( Happy Sunday blogging world. Hope you enjoy the remainder of your weekend.