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 thought I took more pictures. Imagine lots of gingerbread.|
|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!|
|Actually from 2008 - we at least had a digital camera by then.|
Although there have been some small changes.
|It's hard to get babies to pose.|
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.|