Baby Girl is two months old now. It's time to start getting back into the swing of things.
Before getting pregnant, I was a work out everyday type. I'm not a fitness junkie or a gym rat. I don't like working out and I don't often pass on dessert, but I know I want to be healthy and part of that is taking care of my body. I've never been exceptionally skinny but I, just like everyone else, I'm sure, would like to look good in my clothes and, as of late, my clothes haven't been looking so hot. I am three sizes, count them: THREE sizes larger than I was pre-pregnancy and the new clothes I've purchased in that size still make me feel uncomfortable, which shows in how I hold myself. I'm uncomfortable and therefore lacking the confidence I once had. That being said, today is a special day; a day I looked at with hope and dread. Today is the day I start working out again.
I began easy with a quick 10 minute elliptical session (one that would have been longer had I been okay with losing my toenail... I am overdue for a pedicure too) and a simple, 15 minute yoga routine. Mazer was very kind to let me occupy myself with something other than her for those twenty-five minutes, but she wasn't feeling much more charitable. Seconds after whispering "namaste" I found myself in the middle of my living with a screaming child and a huge mess that is still littering my floor. I guess I can save time on tomorrow's work out by leaving my block, mat, ball, and bands centered on the carpet in my living room.
The work out may have been scant but I feel good. I put my mind to it and instead of making an excuse to take a nap or sit on my couch to watch Psych, I made good on my promise to myself and took a tiny step toward my favorite jeans.
Soon, I'll be back in shape.
Soon, I'll be able to chase my dogs.
Soon, I'll be back on the soccer field.
Soon, I'll be back in my Lucky denim.
And all I have to do is WERK.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Giveaway at Life's Rich Pattern
I recently became a follower of Annabella's blog . She blogs about living in Morocco and shares some great pictures. I've never been, but it looks like a lovely place to visit. So exotic compared to the harsh Arizona desert! Anyway, she's also a quilter (I think I was destined to find her blog!) and she is sponsoring a giveaway. Head over to her blog for the details, peruse her pictures and try to win yourself some fancy fabric!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Family Dinner
Tonight's dinner: Chicken Pasta!
We had a great time sitting around the table munching down our grub and talking about our days. My mom and sister joined us because it's Wednesday and my dad and brother are gone.
My mom hung out to spend time with her grandbaby while I got some much needed laundry cleaned. We've been shoving and squeezing Mazer into sleepers that are far too small for her for far too long. She's growing up too fast! Today was full of errands, the most important of which included buying her some jammies that actually fit her feet AND her shoulders at the same time. After feeding her and giving her a relaxing bath, my mom and sister left, leaving me and Brent to continue our evening in peace: with Clara screaming, Brent mock-screaming back at her, and me wishing I could just go hide in the back room and watch Modern Family.
We had a great time sitting around the table munching down our grub and talking about our days. My mom and sister joined us because it's Wednesday and my dad and brother are gone.
My mom hung out to spend time with her grandbaby while I got some much needed laundry cleaned. We've been shoving and squeezing Mazer into sleepers that are far too small for her for far too long. She's growing up too fast! Today was full of errands, the most important of which included buying her some jammies that actually fit her feet AND her shoulders at the same time. After feeding her and giving her a relaxing bath, my mom and sister left, leaving me and Brent to continue our evening in peace: with Clara screaming, Brent mock-screaming back at her, and me wishing I could just go hide in the back room and watch Modern Family.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Where has the time gone?
What a whirlwind.
It's hard to believe seven weeks have passed since I was rolling around my house on a giant medicine ball trying to imagine what my life would be like with a fragile, screaming bundle of baby. I was terrified. But now, here I am strolling about my house with ease, toting little Mazer with me everywhere I go. Some parts are more difficult than I thought they would be, like finding time to blog or sufficiently ready myself to leave the house. I'd be lying if I said my hygiene hasn't suffered! No fear, though. I shower before heading out to any place where people can smell me. Other parts are just as fabulous as I'd imagined, and many times, they're better. Like when she hears my voice and turns frantically to find me; and when we are all alone in her room at night, me, humming softly to her all her favorite songs and watching as she slowly closes her eyes as I rock her to sleep; and when she wraps her slender, little fingers around mine; and when she talks to me; and when she sleeps. All fabulous things.
She is awesome, and not in the 90s teenager, I-need-a-word-to-fill-in-my-conversation-because-I-don't-know-what-to-say "awesome", but in the I-am-literally-unable-to-move-because-I-am-so-in-awe-of-this-tiny-person "awesome". Whether she's severely crossing her eyes to focus on her fist or reaching up to grab a handful of her own hair (oh yes. That happened.), she continuously astounds me. She's determined to sit up when it's not time for that yet. She likes watching Psych almost as much as I do. She has great taste in music. She is awesome.
But enough about Clara and her awesome-ness. We have had so many accomplishments over the past few weeks, including successfully travelling with a newborn. Things got a little rough when she decided to poop so forcefully she ruptured her diaper (I really don't like Pampers. Anyone with me on that one?) but, we made it in one piece and with minimal stains. Thank goodness for Grandma Brenda and Grandpa Jim having a washer and dryer in their Oceanside condo!
One of Grandpa's favorite activities is watching the waves from the window and it seems Clara likes it too! She loves her grandpa.
And the lucky little lady almost never left Grandma's arms. She was quite spoiled the whole trip.
We took her everywhere! We don't drive in Oceanside. The weather is beautiful year round so we walk. I can't say enough how grateful I am to have been gifted such a rough n' tough stroller. It came in handy this weekend. We even decided to take her to the pier. Her first time!
She had her first real photo shoot with Michael Tindle Photography:
She watched her first Cardinals game. Too bad they lost to Gramps' favorite team, the Redskins.
Even Mommy got a few things accomplished. Remember that fancy fabric I showed you a few posts ago? Well, Brent was a saint and watched Mazer while I got my sew on. Check it out: Nursing pads!
If you want a tute, I'd be happy to post one. Just let me know.
For now, I have to attend to the tiny, screaming monster at my feet who has decided she cannot possible stand to play with her rock ‘n roll gym for another second.
Adieu.
It's hard to believe seven weeks have passed since I was rolling around my house on a giant medicine ball trying to imagine what my life would be like with a fragile, screaming bundle of baby. I was terrified. But now, here I am strolling about my house with ease, toting little Mazer with me everywhere I go. Some parts are more difficult than I thought they would be, like finding time to blog or sufficiently ready myself to leave the house. I'd be lying if I said my hygiene hasn't suffered! No fear, though. I shower before heading out to any place where people can smell me. Other parts are just as fabulous as I'd imagined, and many times, they're better. Like when she hears my voice and turns frantically to find me; and when we are all alone in her room at night, me, humming softly to her all her favorite songs and watching as she slowly closes her eyes as I rock her to sleep; and when she wraps her slender, little fingers around mine; and when she talks to me; and when she sleeps. All fabulous things.
She is awesome, and not in the 90s teenager, I-need-a-word-to-fill-in-my-conversation-because-I-don't-know-what-to-say "awesome", but in the I-am-literally-unable-to-move-because-I-am-so-in-awe-of-this-tiny-person "awesome". Whether she's severely crossing her eyes to focus on her fist or reaching up to grab a handful of her own hair (oh yes. That happened.), she continuously astounds me. She's determined to sit up when it's not time for that yet. She likes watching Psych almost as much as I do. She has great taste in music. She is awesome.
But enough about Clara and her awesome-ness. We have had so many accomplishments over the past few weeks, including successfully travelling with a newborn. Things got a little rough when she decided to poop so forcefully she ruptured her diaper (I really don't like Pampers. Anyone with me on that one?) but, we made it in one piece and with minimal stains. Thank goodness for Grandma Brenda and Grandpa Jim having a washer and dryer in their Oceanside condo!
One of Grandpa's favorite activities is watching the waves from the window and it seems Clara likes it too! She loves her grandpa.
And the lucky little lady almost never left Grandma's arms. She was quite spoiled the whole trip.
We took her everywhere! We don't drive in Oceanside. The weather is beautiful year round so we walk. I can't say enough how grateful I am to have been gifted such a rough n' tough stroller. It came in handy this weekend. We even decided to take her to the pier. Her first time!
She had her first real photo shoot with Michael Tindle Photography:
She watched her first Cardinals game. Too bad they lost to Gramps' favorite team, the Redskins.
Even Mommy got a few things accomplished. Remember that fancy fabric I showed you a few posts ago? Well, Brent was a saint and watched Mazer while I got my sew on. Check it out: Nursing pads!
If you want a tute, I'd be happy to post one. Just let me know.
For now, I have to attend to the tiny, screaming monster at my feet who has decided she cannot possible stand to play with her rock ‘n roll gym for another second.
Adieu.
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