She ZUMBAs ZUMBAs!

Now that I feel like a human again…only took five months…I have started to be able to do more to exercise than just take a walk around the block. I love exercise, it keeps the crazy at bay. As you may know, I have a whole lot of crazy.

I usually love to run, but it’s still cold and it’s hard to start running in the middle of winter when you haven’t worked up to it. So in the meantime, I have totally and completely gotten into ZUMBA.

Do you ZUMBA? If you don’t know what it is, it’s essentially like a Latin dance class/Jazzsercise to reggaeton and other absurd Latin-inspired pop songs. I take classes at 24 Hour Fitness and it’s awesome.

You would not believe how many women pack into these classes. And there are even a few men. There are at least 60 people in each class. And they are not just BYU Ballroom students and Latin dance enthusiasts. They are awkward moms in their 30′s, 40′s and 50′s. Sexy sassy Latinas with gold hoops and slicked-back pony-tails, pregnant women (how they are not peeing their pants is a mystery to me, then again, maybe they ARE peeing their pants). There are the gym-buffs and the rhythmically challenged, there are 18-year-old dorm girls and there is even one amazing 40 something Latin man who wears the tightest black t-shirts you have ever seen, and yes, his hips don’t lie.

But my favorite part of ZUMBA is that everyone, and I mean pretty much everyone looks like a complete dork doing it. So why do so many people do it? Well, with a good instructor it is a phenomenal work out, and even though we all look bad doing it, you somehow FEEL really cool doing it. It’s hard not to feel like a rockstar while you shake your hips awkwardly and sing along to “Lo que paso, paso!”

Katie is the instructor at 24 Hour Fitness that I am in love with, and she is probably the ONLY person, out of 60 to 80 people, who does not look like a complete idiot doing the dance moves. In fact, she looks super sexy crazy hot. And I happen to know she is the mother of twins. Somehow she can throw both hands up on the mirror and swivel her hips seductively, and NOT look slutty doing it. She looks peppy and adorable. Andrea my sister thinks it has to do with intention. She’s not intending to look like a stripper, so she doesn’t. I, however, have yet to master not getting SO into the moves, that someone might feel compelled to drop me off at PLATINUM XXX.

I have been hitting up two classes a week for the past two month, so I’m starting to pick out the regulars. They are so into ZUMBA that they have bought themselves special ZUMBA workout gear. And I totally support this. I love dressing the part! Whatever your part may be, I say, dress for it. They have these ZUMBA track pants that have little ties on the back butt pockets, so that when you rumba and cha cha cha, the ties shimmy around like little booby tassels on your tush. Some people even have ZUMBA bracelets. They look like those Lance Armstrong bracelets in tons of colors. I don’t know if they have somehow earned those bracelets, or if they bought them to help accentuate their sexy moves, but they look awesome. And who am I to deny a girl her accessories? I have yet to buy myself any ZUMBA gear, but I’m not saying I wouldn’t. I just feel like I have to be able to make it through a whole class without getting a side ache before I deserve booty-tassel track pants.

Even though I know I don’t look as good as the instructor, or even a lot of those girls in their special ZUMBA gear, I put a lot of heart in my moves. I give it my all 100% of the time. And I think that counts for something. It’s such a tricky mix of choreography, that sometimes I just have to smile bounce in place. The hard-core Latin dancers get tripped up by the hip-hop moves thrown in, and the traditional Jazz or cheer dancers just can’t quite get the Latin groove. Even if they get the steps technically, very few of them can give it the flair that the instructor Katie does. That’s not to say their aren’t a lot of talented dancers there who look great, it’s just to say that to be a ZUMBA master, I think you have to be truly exceptional.

But getting the steps just right is NOT what ZUMBA is about. ZUMBA is about taking an hour of your day to stop being the frumpy mom who is scrubbing the toilet, singing the wheels on the bus and searching for lost pacifiers…and turn into Shakira. It’s about wearing two sports bras and sweating like a rock star. For me, it’s about feeling like the awesome pre-mom Alison that never missed an opportunity to take a solo in the center of a dance party circle. And I love it.

So, no, this is not a paid advertisement for ZUMBA. Though, I’d totally do one for it or the instructor Katie at 24 Hour Fitness. But it is a declaration of how much I love it, and how much I love shaking my hips. No matter how many babies I have.

PEACE LOVE AND ZUMBA!

xoxo

Alison

She’s got competition!

I am beyond thrilled to announce the birth of my first and only niece, and Ginger’s one and only cousin:

Josie Jean Williams!!!

Baby Jo Williams

My beautiful sister Andrea gave birth to little baby girl Jo on February 12, at 11:28 pm. Baby Jo popped out, with great difficulty, weighing 9lbs 7oz and measuring 20 inches. So basically she’s a little giant. But a super cute and beautiful one!

Both Brian (dad) and Andrea are so in love with their little doll, and so are we! After a little bit of a rough entrance for both mom and baby, Josie and Andrea are now safely home. Yesterday we got the cousins together for their first encounter. I think it went really well…don’t you?

Cousin's first meeting!

Haha, Ginger was actually loving it, and smiling the whole time, just not of course when the camera was brought out. I can’t believe Ginger is already 5 months old, she seems so much bigger than baby Jo!

Here is baby Jo and her mom looking beautiful. It is so amazing to see my little sister take to being a mom so naturally. Maybe I haven’t needed to mother her all these years…

Beautiful Mom

On Saturday night we anxiously waited outside of Andrea’s delivery room for hours and hours of what we later found out was a very intense labor. Then all of the sudden I heard this little cry. I immediately welled up with tears, and shouted, “I heard her!” She didn’t have a name yet, but I was overcome with so much love. Aren’t babies incredible? I’m amazed at how much I already love my little niece. I thought there was only room in my heart for Gigi! But apparently I can love another.

My niece Jo

Isn’t the hair amazing? It’s sooo soft. Ginger and I are only a tiny bit jealous of it.

Andrea’s husband said the cutest thing about Josie, and I thought it was the best way to describe having a new baby. He told my mom (Grandma) that, “It’s like a cross between having a new toy, and a crush on a girl.” Don’t you LOVE that!?

Anyway, welcome welcome welcome little Josie. We love you with all our hearts! Ginger’s not even jealous she has to share the attention. But she did insist on just one more picture of her…just to even things out. What kind of mom would I be if I said no to such a reasonable request?

You lookin at me?

Love you all!

xoxo

Aunt Alison

She’s in love with you.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!

Valentine’s day is my favorite holiday! I love sharing love. Even when I didn’t have two SUPER cute valentines, I always loved to celebrate, even if it was by giving all of my girlfriends really really depressing CDs.

But this year I didn’t do that! This year, in honor of Valentine’s day The Robertson clan (yes I officially changed my last name…but that is another post entirely) got their first family pictures taken!

I felt like SUCH a mom coordinating family pictures. But I’m so glad that I did! I was lucky enough to have the lovely Diana Palmer of YAN Photography take them. I cannot say enough good things about Diana and her photography! We took them in her super cute studio. It was so nice to not have to worry about getting the house clean. All we had to do was get ourselves presentable and show up. She does these mini studio sessions and they are a great deal. Especially because her photography is phenomenal. Anyway, no, this is not a paid advertisement, I just really loved our experience and highly recommend it! If you can get in, that is.

Anyway. I wanted to share some of my favorite shots and wish you and your loved ones a very happy Valentine’s day. And if you don’t have anyone to share it with I want you to remember this…

GIgi's Valentine

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I wish I could say I was kidding about that coat…but I’m dead serious. It was my Christmas present I picked out for myself and DON’T WORRY, of course it’s not real. You would not believe how many people ask me if it’s real! I want to answer, “Do you honestly think that leopards are THIS fluffy in the wild?”

Anyway now that you’ve seen more pictures than you ever need to of me, and my family…I hope you have a wonderful day!

KISSES KISSES and lots of tiny edible hearts!

xoxo

The Robertsons

She didn’t shoot the sheriff.

 Tragedy struck at the Faulkner/Robertson home today. A while ago, like before Ginger was born, I made this giraffe.

Behold, Niles.

His name is Niles. I also, incidentally, posted a pattern for him, and the instructions on how to make him:

But this isn’t the tragedy. The tragedy is that today I found Niles like this…

The Scene of the Crime

Yes, those are his entrails. And this is EXACTLY how I found him. Dead in my slippers.

It’s especially sad because just days ago, Ginger was enjoying Niles like this…

Gigi Lovin on Niles

She loves grabbing on his little flappy arms, legs, and mohawk spears. But how can Ginger enjoy Niles now?

Nile's Entrails

Now that he’s dead.

It’s a good thing that I have this unbelievably adorable baby to cheer me up.

Ahoy! Ginger

I’m pretty sure she could win some kind of award in those pants. But maybe that’s just me.

Either way I will have to see if I can resurrect Niles.

She’s a Crest girl now.

Gas stations are a place for addicts.

I may have mentioned this before, but I will mention it again. Gas stations are the place where people go to get their daily fix. Whether it be of candy, caffeine, or cocaine, ok ok, nicotine (but I was loving the alliteration!) the gas station is where it’s at.

One thing you probably know about me at this point, is that mama loves herself some diet cola. And this means I have my very specific preferences about gas stations. Yes I know this puts me in the company of a colorful crowd, and I’m not above that.

I used to be a Maverik girl through and through. I mean, it’s “Adventure’s First Stop!” And I sincerely believe that. The frozen yogurt is tops, I like the fountain drink selection they have there, and I always love the workers. What can I say, I like a place where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came.

But even though I’m a gas station aficionado, one thing I never understood was why some gas stations had drive-thru windows for your drinks and snacks. I mean, how lazy do you have to be not to want to filler-up yourself?

HA! That is what I thought BEFORE I had a baby.

Now I realize the important place drive-thru gas stations have in our society. Do you know how amazing it is that I can get a fountain drink without having to jostle Ginger out of the car? It’s the best thing ever!

I remember when she was a few weeks old I was driving aimlessly around town because the car was the only place she’d take a nap. I didn’t want any food, but I did want a drink. And then boom! It hit me! That’s what those drive-thru gas stations were for!

I now frequent the Crest near my home, even though I still love the Maverik, they don’t have a drive-thru. I love how the ladies who work at the Crest never look at you like a lazy fat slob for making them fill your drink and grab your M&Ms. They are so nice! Plus, they Crest 32ouncers have “Bigswig” written on the side of the cup in a sexy Old English looking typeface. It would make a fetching tattoo.

Anyway. I just wanted to publicly declare my love for these drive-thru gas stations. And my love for Diet Dr. Pepper, and the women who work at Crest, and peanut butter M&Ms.

Now the only thing left to do is think about what I will tell Ginger when she is old enough to ask why she can’t have any of mommy’s drink. What do you do? And boy, do I sound like an alcoholic or what?

“Shorry shweetie, no sips from mommy’s special sauce.”

And on that note…I sign off.

xox

Alison

Keep it crafty, Keep it sassy.