Outnumbered.

Outnumbered.


At my house it's 3 boys and 1 girl. Aka outnumbered. Here's how my Monday played out today.

The boys woke up late.... By late I mean around 7:30, but that doesn't leave me with enough time to get them dressed for the day and make them breakfast, so we didn't get to walk down or drive (which I sometimes have to do because I'm usually running late) to the gym --Insert really really sad face.

So we had a nice breakfast and played and danced to Justin Bieber . . .yep we're Belibers (Carter is most definitely his number one 20 month old fan)

Then around 9:30/10am they usually both go down for a nap, then I get an awesome 2 whole hours (almost everyday) to myself. . ... Well kinda
----> I usually do some dishes, clean up the living room and floor in the kitchen from food that the boys have thrown and laughed at each other for. Sometimes I take the time to veg out on my phone, or call/text friends I don't get to talk to often or see. And GET A SHOWER.

A shower. So simple and necessary.   My husban gets a shower every morning from 6-7am. Can you imagine?

Anyway so I got the floor cleaned up and the dishes done and I was about to get into the shower, and I heard a crying Noah. Quick looked at the clock and almost cried. It had been 35 minutes... What?!?!? If anyone wakes up early it's Carter. But Noah? Ahhh. So I tried to give him some more milk but no Luck. Not this Monday, he wasn't having any of it. --- but my shower.. It's summer you literally only have 3 months where you really need to shave your legs. Today was one of those days.

So I decided to put a lock on the bathroom cabinets, and brought Noah into the bathroom with me. All was going well.

Until I needed to shave my legs, he went crazy, pulling the shower curtain almost down and opening it up to let the water out the tub. Chaos. My usually quiet and enjoyable shower.  He then proceeded to throw all the bath toys I took out of the shower for him to play with back in the shower, so I naturally stepped on them and it's not as bad as Legos, but hut regardless.

Then I'm finishing up, and he's not making any noises (never a good sign.. Am I right moms?) and I look over and he's eating my PADS. Ughhhh for the love, fist full of pads in his mouth loving life. Silly little boy. So after all of that I tried putting him to sleep, and whew, he slept. But only for 30 more minutes. I'll tell ya what, Noah was not felling this Monday.

I'll be dreaming  about the day I have my own bathroom all to myself...  Without baby  toys and having to baby proof everything. For now, I hope you got a good laugh.

Thankful for this life.


Love, Emilie  (and Noah)

Hi Everyone!

Welcome to my VERY first Blog! Ahhhh

Cheers to sweet wine, a few typos here and there, and of course a healthy beginning. :)


I'll be sharing my fitness journey, the struggles and happy moments of raising my beautiful Irish Twins, being a Stay At Home Mom, and a wonderful wife.

I'll introduce myself.

My name is Emilie (obviously) and I'm 27.5 years old. I found the love of my life on eharmony.com. Yep. It really does happen, it was cute... I knew from our first (blind) date. That was almost 3 years ago. (September 22, 2013)
For most of you, you're probably thinking wow?!? 2 kids, marriage, first home.

But yes, funny how life works out.


So we met, fell in love.  Fast forward 5 months later... Is it first comes baby???  Well for us, it did. And then second  house. Third comes marriage and fourth comes another baby. :)

Important Dates:
First date 9/22/13
We're going to be parents 5.1.14 (6 weeks pregnant)
We Got ENGAGED 7.6.14
Carter Devon Enders 12.20.14
2.20.15 We Bought our first HOME!
Two pink lines :) 4.15. 15 (expecting again)
#happilyeverenders 7.4.14 (yep July 4th)
Noah Ross Enders 11.13.15


If you can keep up... That's a lot going on in 3 short years. Also I went from 24 to 27.5 ... So crazy.

So after all that I wouldn't change a thing. I love my boys & my husband Ben.

So why the blog? Because in February I weighed myself and I'll tell you, after having 2 kids back to back you don't lose weight. Ya gain it.

So there I was 65 pounds more than when I met my husband, looking for a weigh (get it) out.

I found Beachbody and it's been a good ride so far.  -- more about that later.

So, welcome. I hope you like it here.

Love, Emilie