This little woof goes to a specialist tomorrow.
(fingers crossed for the dog that has my whole heart)
Hi Fendi, let’s dance.
Dreamy. Crossing my fingers that I’ll find a spare $890 tucked in an old coat pocket!
The title of this photo should be ‘Caught in the Act of Motherhood.’
(or how to prevent your 15-month old from gleefully running into a pond)
I can’t really blame the little guy- all of his associations with water are that which he can walk right into or stand/sit in (i.e. bathtub, baby pool, swimming pool from his lessons). So when he saw the bullfrogs peeking out and turtles sunning themselves on rocks, he ran as fast as his chubby legs would allow and practically lunged for the pond in my dad’s backyard.
Turns out I can run pretty fast too.
(I scooped him up; crisis avoided)
But you know what’s so great about this photo? I get to glimpse myself as a mom. Before I had Wells, I always wondered what I would look like with a baby- how would I hold him/her? Would I do that bouncy-sway thing to soothe the cries? Would I be relaxed and chill as he/she played nearby, or would I be zooming down slides and chasing him/her on a playground? Throughout my life, I had assumed many roles…but being a mom was a hat I had yet to try on and make my own.
So when I see a photo like this I kind of marvel at who I’ve become and what I’m doing. Because motherhood? Is hella hard work. Like backbreaking, exhausting, chaotic, messy work. But it can also be the very best work.
Wells ended his day absolutely covered in a mixture of sweat, guacamole, tortilla chips, dirt, grass, and Oreo cookie crumbles…which when you think about it, is a whole lot better than pond water.
Photo taken by my frousin, CKG97smom
When things are down and you feel like the whole world’s against you and everything’s changing so fast, what you do is you look at everything in the face and say ‘I happen to think it’s going to be a lovely day.’
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| — | Ian Rubbish, “It’s a Lovely Day,” Top of the Pops (5/18/13) |
I am so impressed with people who use wrapping paper. You went to all that trouble for me?! Used tape and folded corners and everything?!! (Please note Fitz’s attempt at a gift bag in back)
After receiving that bikini I really wanted AND some fancy chocolate, I realized that a run was a non-negotiable this morning. So I packed up my favorite little bub and hit the streets before the humidity set in. I wasn’t the only one with this idea- I smiled and shy-waved to many other jogging-stroller mamas, dog walkers, marathon trainers, and high school athletes out for some Sunday fitness.
Post-run, I rolled out my IT bands with my new foam roller (I used this video as a guide because 1) helpful and 2) HELLO ACCENT!). I was warned that doing this would hurt and yep, it absolutely did. But long term I’m hopeful for less knee pain!
(sort of related: today was a pleasant reminder why I should never run wearing heather gray t-shirts…they showcase sweat marks in the worst way. And while I’m proud of pushing myself and actually earning that sweat, I don’t exactly want to advertise to my neighbors that I’m sweating in between my boobs. So that’s that)
Fast forward to now: I’m showered and dressed in that long blue maxi that literally looks like a tall drink of water. Fitz hopped a plane this morning, Theo and Wells are both sleeping, and I’m waiting for my little tea kettle to steam.
Despite my insistence that May be a month-long celebration of my birthday, festivities will conclude tonight after a BBQ at my dad’s house. We’re talking grilled salmon, yukon gold potatoes, a peanut butter pie, and a whole bunch of people that I love…aw yeeeeeeah!
