Christmas baking and running outside

Tomorrow's the day I've been dreading - leaving my baby to go back to work. This week I've eaten a lot of meals with him in my lap, not because he didn't want to be put down, but because I didn't want to put him down. Just trying to soak in every precious moment.

I'm feeling pretty ok about tomorrow since it's only a 2 day week. I think January will be where it really gets tough. But, I don't have too much to say about all this that isn't of the boo hoo woe - is - me variety, and nobody wants that. Especially when it's almost Christmas!

 

 

Eric and I have had crap dollar store/sharpie stockings hanging up here, since we always travel to spend Christmas with family and we have our real stockings there. Since we are having our first real Christmas as just a little family of three, we finally upgraded.

 

I spent Friday and Saturday morning in my happy place. Christmas baking.

 

I thought I took more pictures. Imagine lots of gingerbread.

I pre-emptively burned off all the calories by baking with a giant weight strapped to me.

The timing worked out because we had an epic weekend of good times with amazing friends to look forward to which really got my mind off how lame it is to work for a living.

 

Back in 2005 these crazy chicks graduated from college in upstate NY and moved to a row home in downtown Baltimore to try out the wild ride of teaching. We had no idea what we were in for.

It was tough to find a pic. No iPhones back then, you had to like go out and do stuff and not even Instagram it!

 

The next year our little trio became a foursome.

Actually from 2008 - we at least had a digital camera by then.

We obviously still look just as youthful today.



Although there have been some small changes.

It's hard to get babies to pose.

We had a wild sleepover with 6 adults, 2 babies, and a dog. Back in the day this group would party and not move until at least 10am the next day. This time the latest riser "slept in" until 7:30am and we were all up and at em.

This is all probably going to go to hell once I rejoin the world of actual responsibilities, but I've been doing pretty good on working out (in my humble opinion). I'm on a strict training plan of attempting to do something that's not sitting on my ass like 4-5 times per week. So far it's rotated between running on the treadmill, or workout DVDs, mainly T25 or Jillian Michaels. Unless Eric is home I try to run until the baby wakes up. Trying to get back in shape is apparently not a linear process. That one day I ran a full 5 miles, then other days I struggle to get to one without a walk break. But I've made it through the entire first season of Game of Thrones, so that's a full ten hours on the treadmill since whenever I posted I started watching. Distance: unknown. Speed: slow.

I actually ran with people! I haven't done that since spring. And outside! Hills and wind resistance! I forgot how much fun it is. We ran 4.5 miles today.

#motherrunners and Mike

Then we did planks and leg lifts on the baby mats. With a dog.

For some reason packing my lunch was a real downer today. I really hate packing lunches. I'll be leaving the mascara off, my tissues and pump parts are packed, so wish me luck tomorrow! 

 

What should I make for Christmas dinner? We are frying a turkey but I don't know what to have with it.