Having a baby wasn't enough of a life change this year

Since I've sadly never had a crazy wild tropical spring break (although most who have barely remember them anyway), I think it's safe to say this spring break was a lifetime best.

Moving on up....

We bought a house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It came with a bunny!

In the yard, anyway.

We should have stopped renting about 4 years ago but we had been hemming and hawing and really didn't know if we wanted to stay in Baltimore once we were both done with grad school. I graduated when I was 8 months pregnant, so that made it a little easier to decide. We probably should have moved then, but that whole "giving birth" thing was taking up a lot of our attention. Once Dalton arrived, just a few days of us carrying his car seat up 3 flights of stairs to our apartment and not having a washer and dryer solidified things. We met with a realtor when he was three weeks old.

We're moving just in the nick of time, maybe, because this kid is dying to crawl (but who knows, it could be a few more months).

He can back it up, and roll across the room. He's like a chess piece that can only move in certain directions.

Long story (sort of) short: a house we loved dropped in price last month. Seriously, it was our dream, and had all sorts of stuff that we thought was out of our price range, AND my dream stove (gas, 5 burners!). We had plans to see it on a Sunday, but then Eric just got a feeling we should move fast and went to see it with Dalton on a Wednesday night while I was in penis class. They loved it, so the three of us went over on that Friday. That night, and the next night, Dalton slept through the night for the first (and second) time! Since then, he has not repeated this behavior.

By Sunday, when we were originally supposed to see it for the first time, there were four offers in, including ours. After tons of stress and counteroffers and craziness, eventually, our offer was accepted. The ride on the emotional roller coaster continued, but yesterday we finally settled!

It required a lot of hydration. And candy.

The house is now ours!

Moving break to pop some bubbly!

He was fascinated by his new carpet. 

I could go on and on and on about my love for it, but I'll just say it actually has a yard and it's on a quiet street (right now we live on a really busy one). I'm just so excited for Dalton to grow up there and have so much more room to play.

The day before we closed, we did the only logical thing - went out to buy tons of new toys. We didn't feel we had enough crap to move, apparently. What's the point of having more room if not to be able to better spoil your child?

He makes it look like we will be living in a mansion.

Best $6 we ever spent.

We pretty much don't buy any baby items new, so everything came from this HUGE consignment sale that they have four times a year at the state fairgrounds. This is the first time I went since being pregnant and it was better than Christmas. We got so many wonderful things so freaking cheap, including, but not limited to, baby gates and bright colorful foam mats so Dalton doesn't bump his head (as much) on that beautiful hardwood floor.

Yesterday I was just opening all the drawers in amazement and mentally repeating "mine mine mine all mine". It doesn't seem real yet. 

I posted on Wednesday about our first post - baby date night and the thought still makes me shudder. Thursday night, we stayed up late after Dalton went to sleep, packing up the kitchen and talking. It's crazy, and annoying because Wicked tickets aren't cheap, but I had so much more fun wrapping dishes and hanging out, knowing Dalton was close by and I was there for him if he needed me (or I needed him, which is more likely if I'm really being honest). That's my life now, and I love it. But I'll love it much more from my new beautiful porch, back patio, finished basement, gorgeous master bedroom, etc. 

What was your home buying experience like?

Where can we get cheap yet not complete crap furniture, and who's good at decorating that lives in the DMV and wants to come over? 

Date Night, crazy anxious mom style

Remember this creepy book?



That's my life now. In all the childbirth/newborn classes we took they emphasized seeking help if you resent your child or are afraid you will harm your child. They did not touch on the problem of being way too obsessed with your child.

Several people suggested sending Dalton to daycare a few days this week while we have off. No. It makes sense, but I'd rather just give her my hard earned money and snuggle him all day.

I'm not sending him anywhere.

Last night, we went on our first date night since entering the wild world of parenthood. We have been out together twice before, once in the afternoon, and once for a happy hour while my mom was visiting. Never at night together (I went out to meet friends for drinks once after bedtime).

For Christmas, I got Eric Wicked tickets. We are kind of obsessed. We had already been three times.

2009 in NYC

I bought them back in the newborn days when time had no meaning and just looked for when I could get the most for my money seat-wise. Now, here we are and the show was at 8, meaning we would have to leave right at bedtime.



I had anxiety for weeks over this and seriously considered just telling Eric to find another date. I had assumed, when I bought the tickets, that in six months I would be more comfortable leaving him. I was wrong.

If you try to use logic, my anxiety made no sense for a variety of reasons.

1. My good friend Kristin was generously coming over to babysit. She has two wonderful teenage daughters that she raised single handedly, so clearly watching one baby for a few hours was nothing she couldn't handle. She also watched Dalton on our first outing to one of those wine/paint parties and has hung out with him plenty of times beyond that.
2. We leave him EVERY DAY to go to work.
3. It was only for a few hours.
4. We were only going maybe 10 miles away.
5. I love seeing Wicked and should have been looking forward to the show.
6. It's probably good to focus on your marriage here and there even after having a kid.

But none of that crap matters with crazy mommy love/hormones/whatever it is, and I honestly wasn't looking forward to it at all, more like dreading it. It was bad enough I had to leave that morning to get my first haircut since September, although luckily that coincided with naptime.

Kristin and her daughter came over for dinner and playtime, and the bedtime routine.

I'll try to make him laugh ALL DAY and then I'll breathe funny and he will crack up.

We ended up being able to put him to bed before we even left.

This girl is not even 13 and a baby whisperer!

I was having serious terrors over someone else putting him down. I can just picture myself reading that sentence like a year ago and being like w.t.f. lady. But when you pop that kid out you turn insane, at least in my experience, and the fear is real.

Then we got fancy and left. I wore a non-nursing bra for the first time since I was pregnant. And heels!

Beautiful backdrop of medals, toys, and Fenugreek.

We got to the theater and I had some wine and totally relaxed and all was well.

HA. If you know me at all, you know that wasn't the case. I was still a bundle of nerves the whole time that Dalton would wake up and be devastated to find his parents weren't there. The fear of leaving, for me, has nothing to do with the competency of the babysitter, and everything to do with feeling like I'm being selfish and upsetting him just so I can die with happiness during Defying Gravity. The guilt is real. Maybe unjustified, but real.

Luckily Kristin does know me very well and sent me tons of updates, which were 99% some variation of "still sleeping" (and one that he woke up and went back down quickly). So it was all fine, and we took off the second the show ended and curtain calls began. Eric obviously wasn't a psycho like me, but he was eager to get home too.

In the end, everyone survived and Dalton probably had no clue we were even gone, and I don't want to do that again anytime soon. Yup, I'm that mom. Maybe it seems pathetic but I leave him ~50 hours a week to earn a living, and that's so much more than enough. I enjoyed nights out pretty much every weekend throughout my entire 20s, and now I want to stay home with my baby. Even if it's just fooling around on the internet while he sleeps in his bedroom, I want to be there in case he wakes up. For both of our sakes. If I still feel this way in 13 years, I will seek help, I promise.

(But can you believe that jerk had the audacity to wake up at the normal time this morning? Um, hello, we were out past 11 last night, can we get a snooze button on this thing please?) ~SARCASM~

Totally unrelated but 5 days OMGOMGOMG. 

Finally some proof he is my child.

Jon Snow is on Kelly and Michael right now and he is afraid of needles JUST LIKE ME life complete I never want spring break to end but also CANNOT WAIT FOR SUNDAY.

Running: Re-training from the bottom up

This is big. I just completed a week of actual training for my upcoming race. The last time I actually trained for a race was in October 2013. In November I tapered for the Stone Mill 50 Miler. In December I took the month off to rest for my 100 miler training, but secretly hoping it would help me get pregnant. Who knows if it had any effect, but something worked so I'll definitely use that excuse to get lazy when it's time for round 2.

Last week, I actually trained for the Baltimore 10 miler. I'm using Hal Higdon's novice 15k plan, and I'm really mad I forgot to print it out, because I love me some crossing workouts off training plans. I even pledged to re-join the world of daily mile, which I promptly forgot after I think two runs.

I brought back some old friends into my life.

1. The long run

Sure, it was only 6 miles, but the last time I covered that distance was last April in a 10k race, and the last time I actually ran it was probably the week I found out I was pregnant. With my average run now being about 2.5 miles, 6 is now considered long.

I met up with my training buddy, Katharine, on Saturday morning.

We ran six miles and did a deep dive into 6 month old baby minutia. It was glorious. The miles flew by, and I didn't even mind that we were running with her two (very well behaved) dogs, or that we were running one of the hilliest routes I know. The scenery didn't suck, either.

2. The speed work

Obviously ideally you don't do this the day after your long run but sick baby blah blah excuses and it's not like I'm really doing anything remotely hardcore here.

To make up for it, I went to the track. The real deal.



The workout was 4X800 at 5k pace, which I based off my recent 5k (9 min miles). The track is about a mile and a half away, so it's the perfect warmup and cooldown.

Well. I'm a little rusty. I ran around the track in about 2 minutes, patted myself on the back for completing my first interval, and was all confused about why it put me at a Louie Zamperini mile time. It took me longer than I'm comfortable admitting before I realized that a 800 is TWICE around the track, not once.

Once I had the math nailed down, I finished the workout, and all four repeats were between 4:00-4:25 minutes. It's no American high school record, but in my opinion not bad for a 31 year old mom trying to get back in shape.

20 miles total last week! No clue when the last time that happened was. Not recently.

Today I tried out something new and torturous.

He didn't understand that the sunglasses had a purpose other than to chew on.

Is there a reason this isn't an Olympic sport? Technically, today's workout said run + strength. I think this counts.

We did four miles, I thought I would die, I walked up the biggest hill, but I did get a "Go mommy!" from a random woman walking to her car, so that was nice. Dalton seemed to enjoy it. He loves being held up to the window to watch cars go by, so this was probably a huge score for him.

It's important to fuel your training properly. I went to Walgreens and bought out the majority of the 50% off Easter candy. I'll be sitting pretty in mini eggs and Reese's eggs for weeks to come.

So, so much more was added after this was taken.

Would you rather do a speed workout at the track, or a hilly stroller run? The jury is still out for me. I need to try a few more stroller runs. And re-learn track math.

Switched at birth?

IT'S SPRING BREAK! A week of sleep and relaxation.

Straight chillin

I might be up every few hours, but I can sleep in until my child wakes up. It's light out when I wake up.



It is beyond amazing. I'm so rested. I've cut down to half my normal amount of caffeine so I'll really feel the jolt when I have to return to real life. I've also been in bed by 9pm every night, if not earlier, because I'm not frantically doing 5 million things so that we can have a snowball's chance in hell to get out of the house on time in the morning. We finally watched TV (the first episode of the Unbreakable Kimmy Shmidt)! I even TOOK A NAP! This is the life, for real. The only saving grace is that the return of Game of Thrones coincides with spring break ending.

Dalton's six month checkup was last week. 

Reason #1 I am no longer sure he is my child: he freaking loves the doctor's office. Shots and all.

Shredding the butcher paper was the happiest day of his life.

My little chunky thigh monster is up to 17.8 pounds. I can physically no longer carry his car seat up the three flights of stairs to our apartment. Even if we put him to work with some of the load.

He knew who it was for.

Reason #2: He is indifferent to eating.

Even sweet potatoes, aka baby crack.

He mastered getting the food off the spoon, and he will actually eat, as in the food disappears into his mouth and doesn't return, but he has no interest in it. He isn't interested in watching us eat, either. When I try to hand him food, he just stares at me indignantly. He puts literally everything into his mouth, except actual food. Aside from the fact that it makes me wonder if he was switched at birth, I'm not concerned. I'll keep offering, and I know he'll eat when he's ready. He's almost tripled his birth weight without it so far!

Wednesday night I picked Dalton up from daycare. We came home, and were hanging out playing as usual. He started to seem tired, and then I realized his head was really hot. I didn't think much of it, since he'd gotten vaccines two days before, and sometimes they can cause a fever (although they hadn't for him in the past). I took his temperature. 102.9 degrees.

Yes, I panicked, but less than expected. Eric was on his way home, and the doctor's office was still open and called me back pretty quickly. Apparently for a baby, that temperature is way less of a big deal than my heart rate would indicate. And this kid was still smiling and laughing, even though he was lethargic. A positive attitude while ill: Reason #3 I'm not sure he's my kid. My go to is whining and demanding pity.

The doctor said he had a virus, so we gave him Tylenol and pushed fluids, per the doctor's advice. We obviously couldn't send him to daycare, so I started my spring break a day early. Soon enough, he was back to his normal self.

The cure was more cowbell!

Friday was our first official day of spring break. I went to Old Navy in the morning and bought jeans. I haven't done that since the weekend of the Wine Glass marathon in 2012.

While I was shopping and at my own checkup, Dalton was coughing and stuffed up. He hadn't nursed much that morning, and only took two ounces from a bottle with Eric. We ended up back at the doctor's office, and Dalton just has a cold. It's the first time he's been sick though, so it's still sad to see, even though he's hanging in there. I'm just glad we are off work so we don't have to chose between blowing through whatever sick time is left after maternity leave, or sending him to daycare since he doesn't have a fever. We are home to alternate comforting him with torturing him with saline spray and the most terrifying item prospective parents will ever see in Babies R Us - the Nose Frida. Selfishly, I'm glad that it fell during my off week. I can gladly wake up to comfort him all night since I don't need sleep to stay home in my pajamas all day!

His first illness didn't stop him from enjoying two big first holidays.

He gets so mad when we take his matzah away.

My little bunny!

I'm not religious, and I've never been super into Easter, but I was really excited for it this year. I think since Dalton was so tiny during the only other major gift giving holiday of his life (Christmas), this was the first time he might actually get excited for stuff. Even though the majority of his basket was books, which are clearly mainly for me at this point (but I've been dying to read Is Your Mama a Llama" forever).

Hey, I have one non baby picture! Eric and I made a glorious Easter brunch. It's now an official tradition, and next year we're hoping Dalton will even be awake to join us.

For dinner, we had enchilada casserole, just as Jesus would have wanted. Naturally, Cadbury cream eggs and peeps were for dessert.

What's your game plan while sick? Generally lying on the couch and moaning works for me. Three illnesses ago, I binge watched Orange is the New Black, so that was pretty sweet.

AVID 5k recap

Once, there was a time when I never finished a race without two or three more on the calendar. Prior to this weekend, the last race I ran was nearly a year ago. And this one wasn't even my idea.

Eric and his coworkers decided to run a race a local high school (not the one in Serial, but very close to that one) was putting on to benefit a program they offer to students. Even though it wasn't my idea, it was just my style - maybe about 50 runners. Roll up, park ten feet from the finish line, no wait for the heated bathroom, run, and leave.

I was actually nervous about completing this race. Some of my running friends scoffed at that, but, in my experience, after having a baby none of my previous training mattered and I was building back from the ground up. Building exclusively on my nice warm treadmill. I'd run outside exactly twice since Dalton was born, and not a whole lot once the weather warmed up while I was pregnant. Also, with trying to get maximum use out of my Class Pass, I'd barely run at all in March.

But at least we tried him in the stroller for like, ten minutes.

I wasn't really prepared for a temperature of 31 feels like 23, crazy winds, actual hills (I don't touch the treadmill incline, it is probably stuck at zero for all I know), not to mention the fact that it was snowing throughout the entire race.

Race morning was different. Our top concern was figuring out how to dress Dalton to keep him warm, closely followed by pumping up our stroller tire. Since we don't have a weather shield, Eric was going to do a walk/jog with him bundled up in the car seat, in the stroller. It was a lot to push, so I thought he might want to cash in on this new trend to help his performance, but he wasn't interested. (Kidding, I would never waste that liquid gold.)

Dalton didn't even know he was outside.

On the way to the race, I realized I hadn't brought any electronics. I had no clue where my Garmin was, so I had known that was out, but headphones would have been nice. I had thrown a banana and my gloves in the bag though, so the really important stuff was covered.

I was actually really excited to start running. As soon as they said go, I "took off". I was pretty sure they forgot the first mile marker, similar to my thought process at mile 24 of a marathon. They hadn't. They also took my picture, which I'm guessing also looked similar to mile 24 of a marathon. Running outside is hard.

I think I was warmed up after that because the next two miles went faster. I had a bad feeling that the finish line clock was going to be a rude awakening, because it wasn't going to reflect the "sprinting" I felt like I was doing. I was correct. 28:16, aka about 9 minute miles, aka slower than my old marathon pace. Not quite a sprint. We'll call that a baseline.

After I regained the ability to breathe, I ran back on the course to find Eric and Dalton. A fellow stroller runner told me the tire had gone flat again right after the start. Womp womp. They'd been back at the school the whole time. I ordered another inner tube for it. Suggestions welcome.

 

I ran about 4.5 miles total. We refueled with bagels, and then it was naptime for the boys. Waiting in a school is exhausting.

We are finally sleeping with arms out at night! And by sleeping I mean not sleeping so much.

I really should have brought music because running without it gave me too much time to think. Which led to this happening.

It's ten weeks away, and I found a ten week training plan, so...

 

I even found my Garmin. Note the dust.

I can generally peer pressure others into joining me for questionable decisions so I immediately got moving on that. I met my friend Katharine in a training group. Our paces matched up naturally and we trained together for most of my first marathon. We had babies two weeks apart, and our kids started daycare on the same day, so it's a good match while we both try to fit a love of running into our new working mom life. There may be a few other special guests at the race, TBD.

Katharine, Carolyn and I before the 2010 Baltimore Marathon

The next day, I thought maybe I should try this whole outside running thing again. Also, more peer pressure when I found out my running buddy was in town.

 

 

#noexcuses

Off we go.

We ran five whole (hilly) miles and it was so much fun to catch up over a run. I forgot how much I liked it, and I wasn't as horribly slow as I expected to be (about 10:00 min miles).

It's looking like I'll have to re-introduce pitch black 5am outdoor runs into my life, and long runs, although my definition of "long" is quite different now.

Random question regarding the above linked article. Who out there has tasted breast milk (as an adult)? I did right away (like a drop, not drinking a cup) which I thought everyone did, but talking to some mom friends yesterday made me realize that isn't the case. I wanted to get a baseline in case there was ever a question about if it had gone bad. Also I was just curious. Eric won't even consider tasting it. Please share. No judgment even if you aren't a parent. We all get curious. If you think about it, it's much weirder that we drink cow's milk.

 

Fancy exercise studio review - how the other half work out

Sadly, my ClassPass membership has come to an end. ClassPass lets you pay a monthly fee to try out all sorts of specialized exercise studios in your area (3x/studio/month). I worked out really hard and as soon as the weather breaks, I plan to post gratuitous pictures of my baby and I that are really designed to show off my guns and six pack. I really, really enjoyed my month of trying out fitness classes. Now it will be back to the treadmill and Jillian Michaels. Which are both great, but it's probably good for me to do some other stuff here and there. A year ago, I probably would have continued and paid for it on my own. But as much as I liked it, driving an hour round trip to classes that are 50-60 minutes long is just not realistic for me long term.

I tried a bunch of classes. Here's my take on all of them.

Spin at a fancy spin studio: 

I was pretty devoted to my spin classes at the YMCA, the teacher was amazing. The price was also right. I'm not sure how much this place is a month, but I'm guessing too much. They had good classes, I definitely sweat like crazy and they even had little weights on the bike and one track would be an arm workout. I don't think it was anything better than any other gym though. As far as I could tell, the extra bucks get you:

• Someone giving you an ice cold, scented towel as you cool down. This is how the other half lives, I guess.
• An instructor allowed to swear, including but not limited to F bombs. I approve.
• Reserving a bike. You sign up online, and when you arrive, they tell you a number to go to.
• A keurig in the lobby

Final verdict: All nice stuff, but for those of us living a budgeted lifestyle, not really worth it.

Barre:

Apparently when I was recovering from childbirth, I missed a memo that workout shorts are dead, and everyone is now going to wear capris or pants. I know it's cold out, but I get hot when I work out, so all you Richie Riches will just have to stare at my pasty pale legs, sorry. Except at barre, where I was informed that shorts were not allowed, only pants. They didn't explicitly say it, but it was clear that also Ross Dress for Less outfits were not allowed, only Lululemon. The rest of the class pretty much followed suit. You do all these tiny little movements that are somehow intensely painful and you get that crazy muscle shake thing going. This device was a key player. 

Final verdict: Probably a good way to get bikini ready but only if you already own a significant amount of Lululemon.

Crossfit: I don't get nervous about new workout classes anymore because I'm in my thirties and don't care, but this one I was nervous for.

THE BOX

I've read a lot about it, but none of it seems to be in English so I really had no idea what to expect. From my brief experience, it had the nicest people. Everyone was really welcoming and not at all the roided up Paleo weirdos I'd been picturing. Somehow the coaches managed to help me without drawing any attention to the obvious fact that I was clueless.

My weight is the close bar, just compare it to the one across from mine...

However - it was confusing. I had been running and lifting and doing jumping jacks and all this stuff and the coach was explaining something and he was like "but don't worry we will do more of those in the workout". And I was like...WHAT THE (expletive) have we been doing all this time if this isn't the workout? But I figured it out and followed the white board. I came back a few days later and this time I thought I knew the drill. I kept waiting for them to erase what appeared to be a child's scribbling on the whiteboard and record the workout. Finally I realized that WAS the workout. Furthermore, while they explain it, people stand around with composition books and take notes. I'm not even joking, they legit had the same journals as my students. People had calculators out...it was all too much for a 5am class.

Final verdict: It's up there with the running community for nice people, but I don't need my workout to have math problems in it. 

Yoga: This workout is not new to me, but I did try a new studio. There was a sign up that said something like yoga does good for the world. Based on my experience with it, it's mainly a way for upper middle class women to relax on a Saturday morning but maybe that's just me. I was dying to do Bikram but I held back.

Final verdict: It was totally relaxing and Zen and yogini and I was actually sore from it. 

Which meant that lugging this guy around hasn't left me as jacked as I'd hoped.

Bootcamp: This involved all sorts of craziness and rotating between stations of torture. The guy running it was some sort of sadistic genius who could constantly keep track of where every person in the class was, what they needed to do next, and how to make it even harder.

Final verdict: Every time the teacher took out more materials I prayed he was just setting up early for the next class. We got to squat onto a surfboard and use those giant ropes that people use on Biggest Loser, like the ones on ships, and I've always wanted to do that. A+

Boxing: This was the only 5am class in my area, which is really the only time that actually allows me to get to work when I need to. You got to spar with partners, hit the punching bag, and this one also had stations of torture.

Final verdict: If you want to start your workday feeling simultaneously like a badass and at peace, because you pretend beat up everyone who pisses you off already, this is for you.

I managed to go to 16 classes during my 24 day trial. There's a $20 fee for missing class, which really worked out to motivate me to get up at 4am to make it. While I'll miss getting to go to all these classes, I am excited to gain a little more time back in my life just doing short workouts at home.

There are still some exciting exercise things coming up in my world though! This weekend we start kickball, and have our first family 5k (my first race in almost a year!). Big stuff!

Which of these workouts have you tried, and what did you think?

Baby food - six months in

Now I've become the stereotype of the "it goes so fast!" parent. Every month I'm a broken record "I can't believe he is x months old already!". But it's legit. Tomorrow he'll be six months old. 

I'm risking jinxing myself to publish that a few hours early. When I googled trying to find it (I've seen a lot of moms post it in my working mom BFing facebook group), I read that it might not even be an accurate statistic. I feel like a fraud posting it. Really Dalton gets the lion's share of the credit for being such a good eater.

 But he doesn't have a Facebook because I'm not a weirdo so I'll post for both of us. He was born with a tongue tie (I was going to try to explain that but just google it, it can cause issues with feeding and speech), and both his pediatrician and the ENT we saw when he was a week old were shocked that he wasn't having major trouble latching and was actually gaining weight. Like his mom, he doesn't let things stand in the way when he is hungry. 

He even helps us grocery shop!

I just lucked out that I could help him out with that. Although I have spilled milk on my work clothes pretty much daily, so there is that. 

He's in a heteronormative shirt so we put him in gay pride leg warmers. I only know that word from cards against humanity.

Dalton has now tried 3 vegetables. Green beans, avocado, and broccoli. After 31 years of finding pictures of babies with food on their faces gross, I did, in fact, find it adorable on my own kid. But for the internet's benefit, I'll only post the one after he was all cleaned up.

Post broccoli

The green beans just seemed to mystify him, but he was going nuts for the avocado on the second day. He was a fan of broccoli too. He hasn't quite caught on to the spoon yet, and can only really eat if I let him eat off my finger. Is this normal? His doctor's appointment isn't until next week so I need to crowd source.

I'm not nuts about making his food like GOD FORBID my child eat from a jar. I like cooking, so if it works out, I'll try to have us eating the same thing and puree some for him. If we're having a busy week, I'll get some jars. Or just do whatever he seems to prefer. It's only a few months before he can just eat regular food, anyway, so I'm not too concerned.

A few other random non baby items. 

1. My fashionable friend Casi came over to help me clean out my closet. We set up a What Not to Wear situation, except less mean. It was amazing. I accepted her word as gospel and along with Carolyn's help corralling babies, we had two giant bags to donate in like 10 minutes (actual time, many baby breaks). We even had signs like in the Sex and the City movie.

                        Twinsies! 

                    Don't leave me, friend!

2. I really don't miss my old life at all, bars, sleeping in, marathons, I don't care about any of those things. Except for TV. I need some way to re-introduce this back. Every single show that we have on our Hulu favorites has been untouched since January. Literally everyone and their mom is watching The Unbreakable Kimmy Scmidt. We have less than a month until Game of Thrones comes back and I am NOT PLAYING with that. I WILL watch every episode within 24 hours of it airing and I don't care how much coffee I need to drink the next day.

3. I tried the Pioneer Woman Crazy Coffee. 

It's coffee with coconut oil and butter, just read it, sounds disgusting but it's actually good and she explains it much better than I possibly could. Apparently it's also some Paleo "healthy" thing, which I didn't know until later but it seems fitting since I went to Crossfit twice this week. I'm not sure how adding straight up butter to your coffee is healthy but I'm no scientist. My mom and I had a virtual phone date to try it together.