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Today: Ten years of highlights and the nursery.

My ten year reunion from BC is coming up (Speaking of which, have you seen this video?  It’ll make you super happy, I promise.)  While it’s hard to believe it’s already been ten years, it’s even harder to believe how much has changed since 2004.

Ten years of highlights

I’ve worked for two organizations (I am pretty sure a speaker at our high school graduation claimed that our generation would have 912 different jobs before we turned 30.  Proof that grown-ups lie.  Or whatever.), lived with cool roommates (my parents) for a few years, and some slightly less cool roommates (not my parents) for a few years, met Nick and tricked him into falling in love with me, bought our first home, freed Clark from the home of a Russian dentist (true story, mostly), got married, bought our second home, and welcomed a beautiful baby girl.  And those are just the highlights.

Ten years ago, 2 AM was for getting my high heel stuck inside my pant leg and falling into a glass door (and living to tell of it).  It was for cab rides home and late night snacks.  It was for adding everyone with my last name as a “friend”on a just hatched Facebook, laughing hysterically with my actual friends, and then remembering I had a French presentation involving medieval puppets to finish.

These days, 2 AM is for nursing, diaper changing, swaddling, singing, cooing, and cuddling.  I have officially become one of those grown-ups that will talk about your generation.  And I wouldn’t change it for the world.  Though I do hope my daughter wears more sensible shoes, avoids those swinging glass doors, and maybe chooses a cooler major than French.  Maybe.

Here’s where Grace and I have been spending our early mornings.

A peek at the nursery

We tried to avoid picking a theme when putting together the baby’s room, but clearly I am a fan of grey.  Nick’s dad mixed the wall color for us (California Paints Cloud); it’s the perfect shade of cool, soft grey.

Rather than buy an actual changing table and a dresser, we opted for furniture that can grow with the baby, or be used elsewhere later on.  I fell in love with the clean, modern lines of both this dresser and Grace’s crib.  The chevron hamper (which matches one of our sheet sets) was a gift from my sister and has been invaluable.  How do such little babies produce such a large volume of laundry? And forgive me for talking shpoop, but I am pretty sure we found the world’s greatest diaper pail.  Not only does the Ubbi look sort of chic (I mean, as chic as a waste receptacle can look), but it doesn’t require special bags, which means we save a bit of money by using our regular garbage bags.  Plus it’s steel (doesn’t absorb, welp, odors), really easy to clean, and comes in a bunch of colors.  Including grey.

Enough about that.

Nick secured a changing pad to the back of the dresser, and I found the perfect sized basket at Homegoods to store the baby’s diapers, wipes, and other necessities.  We used a really helpful chart from our doctor during our first few days home to track feedings, diapers, etc., but also found the Eat Sleep app and this notebook helpful (in hindsight, a regular notebook would totally do the trick #clearlyfirsttimeparents).  I’ve forgotten my own name by 3 PM, so it’s been helpful to have various charts and lists and reminders scattered about the condo.

Nick grabbed the travel alarm clock from Target, likely after the 700th time I called from the nursery, “Honey, what time is it?”  The mysterious little bottle is infant vitamin D drops, and the sweet pink lamb was a gift from our niece.

We bought the crib, dresser, and glider from Jordan’s Furniture, and I think we ordered the crib mattress from Amazon.  Shopping for a baby (especially when we essentially had no idea what we were doing) was a bit overwhelming at times.  We wanted to make sure we had the best, most safe options… but we didn’t want to have to sell our dog to afford them.  I found Lucie’s List to be really helpful for sorting through what we’d need, when we’d need it, and what options were available.  No nonsense.  Just the way I like it (most of the time).  I highly recommend checking out their registry cheat sheet and weekly emails if you’re expecting.

For now, Grace is sleeping (sort of… mostly, she’s awake at night…) in a co-sleeper attached to our bed.   We also have a Moses basket from my parents (seen next to the crib in the photo above) for napping, and a Boppy infant lounger, welp, loungin’.  We’ll likely move her to the crib around three months… but who knows.

How adorable is this Frenchie pillow?  My sister brought this for Grace in the hospital.  Our real Frenchie has been so good with the baby so far.  I think all that practice (um… on other people’s children) as a therapy dog has paid off.

We took a class called “Barks and Babies” with Clark’s trainer early on in my pregnancy.  We implemented a lot of Jen’s suggestions as soon as we could, knowing it would be a big adjustment for the French fry to no longer be the (only) star of the day.  We put a bed for Clark in Grace’s room, installed our baby gates right away, and let him check out all the various swings, tiny clothes, and diaper bags coming into the condo.  So far, so good.  Really good.

I clearly need to work on a better book storage situation, but in the meantime, Grace’s growing collection is within arm’s reach of our glider… if I glide that thing just right.  I love reading to her, and will share some of our favorites soon.

We looked for a matching ottoman or pouf for the glider but came up empty.  Fortunately, the $20 nursing stool we got at Babies R Us approximately five minutes before I went into labor more than does the trick.  Side bar: Would it have been too much trouble to name the store Babies Are Us?  And what does that even mean?  Everyone working there seems, like, fully grown.

You might recognize the storage cabinet from our first condo (we have a pair, and used them as light/dark laundry storage).  A little Lysol and some shelves later, and it now holds bath supplies, extra books, and an infant silver set.  In other words: it holds the stuff I had no clue what to do with.  It looks good… and that sort of all that matters.  Sort of.

Nick installed blinds (which let in tons of light during the day, without giving the neighbors a direct shot of the changing table and/or my boobs) and blackout drapes this weekend to finish off the room.

I’m thrilled with how it all turned out.  And I’m thrilled to be a grown-up.

Also On Tap for Today:

What was your favorite book as a child?

Today: The weekend according to Instagram XXI.

I need to brush up on my Roman numerals.

In other news, it was a lovely fall weekend in Boston.  I feel like, lately, I am doing whatever is the opposite of nesting– running around from one thing to the next, spending as much time as possible with family and friends, and enjoying how wonderful I’ve been feeling recently.  The third trimester is just around the corner, though, and I have a feeling the urge to nest isn’t far away either.  In the meantime, I love being about chase Clark around the park, watch my niece climb and slide and swing at the playground, and catch up with friends in and around the city.

The weekend according to Instagram XXI

  1. Clark has taken to pawing down various blankets and pillows, making himself little thrones throughout the house.  If he had has own credit card, I imagine one of his first purchases would be a La-Z-Boy recliner.  Or a giant tub of cheese balls.
  2. ‘Tis the season to break out the legwarmers.  I wore one of my favorite pairs (complete with little heel openings) to prenatal yoga on Saturday afternoon, and for a nice walk through Charlestown with my pal Alyson on Sunday.  While I do not care for most things fall, I do like being cozy.  And looking like a jazzercise instructor.
  3. My Project X bulldogs and barbells tee has gotten a bit too snug.  Thankfully, their stickers are one size fits all.  They make really fun, limited edition gear.  I heard Bob Harper was wearing one of their tees in last week’s Biggest Loser episode.  Cool enough for Bob?  Cool enough for me.
  4. Speaking of cool, this little miss is off the charts.
  5. Tina‘s recent posts about English muffin pizzas got me craving one of these childhood favorites.  While I am still limiting gluten, my pregnancy m.o. has been if it sounds good… eat it.  Within reason.  Mostly.
  6. Few things make me laugh harder than when infomercial actors get fake-injured doing simple tasks.  After I chopped a bunch of vegetables for the week’s salads, Nick suggested I film an infomercial for my “2 minute, fail proof salad creation system.”   My draft script currently includes losing a thumb, spilling lettuce into some obscure place (like my shoe), and falling off a ladder (which I climbed in an effort to retrieve my 1970’s salad spinner… naturally).

Also On Tap for Today:

What was the highlight of your weekend?

 

Today: The (long) weekend according to Instagram XX.

What a difference an extra weekend day makes.  More fun, more food, more fresh air.  Fewer number fives… apparently.

The weekend according to Instagram XX

  1. Things start to feel really real when you go crib shopping.  Trust me.  After a surgical strike at Jordan’s Furniture (we were in and out in an hour, and five weeks from now we will have a crib, a dresser — which we will also use as a changing table — and a glider), we spent a bit of time walking around Babies R Us.  Those little folks need a lot of stuff!  I am so excited for her room to come together though.  While I am not wishing away then next couple of months, I just can’t wait for our baby girl to arrive.
  2. After another long week (and yes, I did end up with a third nail in one of my tires…), I was tempted to skip Sunday’s workout and sleep in.  A little encouragement from Nick and a fresh pair of Nanos from Reebok (thank you!) got me out the door, though.
  3. The WOD required a bit of creative scaling, but it felt good to get moving.  I strict pressed 50 lbs., but I think my days of PRs will likely be on hold for a bit.  I’m getting more and more comfortable doing my own thing, substituting and scaling when needed (crossfitmom.com is a great resource for pregnant CrossFitters), and focusing on the fact that doing something is better than doing nothing.  Especially when it feels like I am wearing a weighted vest… all the time.
  4. I could make six different trips to the paint section at Home Depot and I imagine I’d leave with the exact same paint strips.  Regardless of the intended room.  We used chinchilla (Martha Stewart, surprised?) in our first condo, and I’m leaning towards the same color for the baby’s room.  I love color.  It’s like nail polish for your house.
  5. Can we discuss the fact that I missed number 5?  To quote my husband re: pregnancy brain, “What will you forget to think of next?”
  6. This little snail keeps showing up on our front steps.  I like his outfit.
  7. Running low on mascara (my personal nightmare), I ducked into Sephora… and accidentally bought one of everything.  While reaching for a fresh tube of Diorshow Black Out, a pre-teen (or tween… or maybe she was an actual teen) complimented me on “my makeup taste.”  She then followed me around the store and approved of everything that went into my basket.  She made my day.
  8. I got to spend some quality time with my favorite blondes (my younger sister and our niece) this morning.  We did baby yoga, hid in closets, sprinkled bagel crumbs everywhere, read a book about penguins, sang “head, shoulders, knees and toes,” put a human sweater on a baby doll, and made monster noises.  I wish every day started that way.
  9. Back in Southie, Nick and I took advantage of the gorgeous weather and coaxed the Frenchie up a thousand stairs to enjoy the gorgeous view of the city from Dorchester Heights…
  10. …which explains why Clark has been asleep for approximately 50 hours.

To make up for the lack of #5… a bonus instaphoto:

I am excited and grateful to featured as today’s “Healthy Girl on the Go” thanks to Jenny and Nancy at Gold Standard Women.  I love reading everything this mother-daughter duo shares about their inspiring health journey and loved spending time with them at this year’s Healthy Living Summit.  I encourage you to check out their site!

Also On Tap for Today:

What was the highlight of your weekend?

Today: If you were born on this day..

..there’s a chance you are either my beautiful sister or my handsome husband.

These two make my life infinitely happier, more interesting, and more fun.  When October 7th rolls around, I feel like I’m the one with all the luck and love celebrating Nick and Andrea.

Happy birthday, dude and dudette.

Also On Tap for Today:

Do you share a birthday with someone you know?

Today: This week: 1, Elizabeth: O.

If I were one for keeping score… This week: 1, Elizabeth: 0.

Thanks for the stellar protection, stupid bracelet. Just kidding… kind of.

I’m a little cranky and a lot tired.  I’m feeling a bit like the Universe has conspired against me.  On top of other stresses, things that normally would roll off my back have instead rolled down my back and turned into total pains in my ass.  Is it okay to say ass?  I hope so.  If not, my apologies.

I got to work Monday to find out our office fridge somehow broke during the move (we just relocated to a new building, and by new… I mean it’s so old the tampon dispenser in the ladies’ room charges nickles.  And it’s also broken, but that’s sort of irrelevant), so my lunch perished before I had the chance to eat it.  Note to self: Yogurt and various leaves are delicate.  Especially when the heat is on.  The relocation process itself has been nothing short of awful, but I won’t burden you with that.  Not when I can talk about holes in pants.

I spent much of the day Tuesday unknowingly walking around with a gaping hole in my favorite, best fitting pair of maternity pants– the skinny, black ones that make me feel all “I’m not a regular mom, I’m a cool mom.”  I wonder now if they fit so well because of the hole.

On Wednesday morning, I had a complete meltdown (hormones are weird and poking yourself in the eye with a mascara wand doesn’t help).  When I finally got my act together and put my face back on, I headed out to my car discovered I had a second flat tire in eight days.  I am not sure how I ended up with a nail in my left rear tire and a screw in my right rear tire, but I can now navigate to the auto body place in my sleep.  Also, one of the light bulbs in our bathroom exploded.

Thursday was a marked improvement (though that’s not saying much).  I got a ton of work done at the office and made progress on some important projects, ate a delicious non-wilted salad at lunch, and successfully hid my husband’s birthday presents before he got home… but I was almost too exhausted to enjoy the lack of catastrophe.  I barely made it 10 minutes into Scandal before needing to climb into bed. Semi-related: I am considering weaving my own line of WWOPD? (What would Oliva Pope do?… in case that’s not obvious) bracelets.

This has not been a normal week, and yet I am sure there’s a lesson or two in there somewhere (besides wear a helmet and safety glasses in the master bathroom and invest in a full length mirror lest ye flash your underoos unto thine neighbors).  It’s important to slow down.  It’s important to take people up on their offers to help.  It’s important to ask for what you need.  It’s important to schedule down time (and abide by this schedule).  It’s important to prioritize health and rest and balance.

Despite there being more downs than ups this week, there have still been plenty of bright spots.  My sister left me a weird voice mail yesterday (apparently someone joined her in the elevator just as she started leaving the message), which I will save for eternity.   I bought my first outfit for the baby (just touching the fabric made me long for the second we get to hold her).  I have a wonderful husband who helps put things into perspective and can somehow get away with laughing while I am crying like a fool (he’s lucky he’s so handsome).  I enjoyed a really great workout at CrossFit Southie on Wednesday aaaand got a push jerk PR.  I’m lucky enough to pass by three street pianos on my way to work and have loved seeing people stop to play this week.  Clark and I spent lots of time on the beach and at the park… and just when I needed a laugh, he posted a status message about farts and the government shutdown.  He’s so thoughtful.

Those are just the little things.

I know I have so much to be grateful for, especially during a week like this one.  Oh, and if you need a flat (or two) patched… I know a guy.

Also On Tap for Today:

What are your ups and downs this week?

Today: An interview with the Boston Ballet’s Erica Cornejo.

I recently had the opportunity to interview Erica Cornejo, a Principal Dancer with the Boston Ballet and a new mother to a wonderful baby boy.  I have long loved ballet, and as a mother-to-be, I was curious about how the roles of dancer and parent compliment one another.

 Boston Ballet Principal Dancer Erica Cornejo and her husband, Carlos Molina, performing in Balanchine’s Emeralds © The George Balanchine Trust. The Boston Ballet will be performing Jewels (which includes the ballet Emeralds) in May.  

Photo credit: Gene Schiavone

I am truly grateful to Erica for generously sharing her time and responses, and to the Boston Ballet for the opportunity to get to know one of their talented performers better.  I especially loved Erica’s comments about knowing at such a young age that she was born to dance.  That passion certainly shows through on stage.

When did you first start dancing?

EC: I was 4 years old when I started ballet.

When (or how) did you know you belonged in the Ballet?

EC: From the first day, I knew I wanted to do ballet. I was very little, but somehow I felt that passion for ballet inside of me at very early age.

Do you hope your child will pursue dance?  Why or why not?

EC: My husband, my brother, and I are dancers – for sure our child will be around ballet, music, and all kind of art because we love all that, but he will be what he desires to be. We love to do many things besides ballet and we would like to expose our child to try different things.

How has your routine changed since becoming a mother?  How has this affected your dancing?

EC: Well I guess the routine of everyone who is a parent changes. Now I have to adjust my schedule to my baby’s schedule, to be able to be with him as much as I can and do all the care for my baby. He is my number one priority and I will do my best to be a good mom.  As for the moment, I haven’t start dancing yet but what I feel already that my baby’s happiness brings more strength to me and just thinking about him makes my day more special.  I’m a lucky person, I have the most wonderful husband, the best family and now my miracle, my son who is my life.

What do you love most about ballet?

EC: What I love the most about ballet is that I’m able to transport myself and became a different character in each ballet I do. Being able to express my emotion through my dancing and make the audience experience what I feel is the best feeling.

If you had a full day to yourself, how would you spend it?

EC: With my loved ones always!

What is one misconception about ballet dancers you’d like to dispel?

EC: I say it all the time, dancers are humans, we have our good and bad moments like everyone else. Sometimes people tend  to think that we are like machines, that everything has to be perfect all the time.

Which performance are you most looking forward to this year? 

EC: Because I just had a baby, I was not able to be around to learn some of the new ballets. But I’m looking forward to whatever I will be cast in when I come back. I will try to be the best of myself.

Many thanks, again, to Erica and the Boston Ballet.  And my sincere congratulations to you and your family!

Would you like to read more?  Here’s my earlier interview with Boston Ballet dancer Emily Mistretta (added incentive: that post includes a photo of me waiting to go on stage as a two and a half year old ballerina-in-training).

Also On Tap for Today:

When you were little, what did you aspire to be? 

Today: The weekend according to Instagram XIX.

We had quite the lovely weekend.  We started with an exciting doctor’s appointment, followed with lots of time spent with family and friends, and ended with paying attention to football a nap on the sofa.

The weekend according to Instagram XIX

  1. You likely already saw the news (mostly because I can’t keep anything good and exciting to myself), but Nick and I found out Friday afternoon that we are expecting a girl.  And I am expecting her to have her father wrapped around her little finger.  Clark is excited because (among other reasons) they’ll be able to share clothes.  He loves ruffles.
  2. I found this little guy beneath our stoop early Saturday, just as the rain was clearing.  I like when nature visits the city.  And isn’t that shell gorgeous?
  3. I whipped up two batches of this easy, football-friendly black bean dip this weekend.  You can find the vegan, gluten-free recipe (along with a tour of our new kitchen) here.  (And thank you, Emily, for catching the #2 pun…)
  4. We spent Friday night laughing, eating, and more laughing with friends.  Our new place is really feeling like home, especially with friends and family there to share the space.  Matt and Pam brought us this cheery pink begonia plant.  I have a feeling there’s going to be more and more pink coming our way.
  5. I don’t know if I should tell you this or not… so naturally, I am going to tell you.  Clark got peed on by another dog this weekend.  He was standing on one side of a chain link fence, and the perp was on the other, attempting to mark the fence post (presumably).  Instead, he decorated my dog (who seemed oddly oblivious to the whole thing).  Next stop: the longest, most thorough bath of Clark’s life.
  6. We enjoyed this gorgeous view of the city from my sister and brother-in-law’s new apartment on Saturday night.  I love having our family just minutes away.  The next day, we had dinner with my brother, sister-in-law and niece.  We’re spoiled.
  7. Who ever said you don’t win friends with salad has never eaten salad with me.  I love making a big salad to enjoy on Sunday night, with enough to pack for lunch on Monday.  Because I am both lazy and a forward thinker.
  8. It wouldn’t be the end of the weekend without a polish change.  I went from dark (essie no more film) to light (essie pilates hottie).
  9. Meanwhile, at the other end of the sofa, Clark was down for the count.  That’s what a weekend of fun with do to a Frenchie.

Also On Tap for Today:

What was the highlight of your weekend?

Today: My hope for this child.

Nick and I find our the baby’s gender today (secrets and surprises are for patient people), and I am totally freaking out, man.  Early on, I thought the baby was a boy, but lately, I’ve thought the opposite.  Mostly because I saw a tiny hospital cap with a giant black bow on the side in a catalog.  And almost ordered it.

I was driving home from work earlier this week, stuck in particularly nasty traffic, when this thought occurred to me: Being a parent will likely be the greatest, most significant contribution I make to the Universe.   Unless I, like, invent something really amazing (ain’t gonna happen).

Who I am am, what I know, what I’ve accomplished, where I’ve been, what I think, what I’m afraid of, what I love…. all of this will l inform how I raise my child, and will shape the person he or she becomes.  Needless to say, I cried the entire way back to Southie (it was mostly a good, if not semi-overwhelmed, cry).   Thank goodness for over-sized shades. It’s both empowering (dude, we are giving the world a human who might do some really good things) and terrifying (what if he or she steals an old lady’s purse?).

I hope this child loves this beach as much as I do. And wants to spend all summer there.                                                                                 (This is one my favorite pictures I’ve ever taken.  It’s just so happy.)

I have a lot of hope for this child.

  • I hope this child inherits my curiosity and imagination.  I hope this child does not inherit my love of murder mysteries and fascination with serial killers.  I’d like him or her to be able to sleep for longer than 20 minutes at a time.
  • I hope this child inherits Nick’s attention to detail, his ability to nurture, his careful planning and execution, and his devilish good looks.   I hope this child does not inherit Nick’s skill for scaling a fraternity house balcony at age twenty-five, only to have his tooth knocked out by a friend wielding a garbage can moments later (one of the many, many reasons I married this man: there is never a dull moment).
  • I hope this child inherits my sister Andrea’s work ethic, her strong sense of conviction, and her contagious laughter.
  • I hope this child inherits my brother Jimmy’s kindness, his sense of adventure and love of travel, and his ability to read chapter books at a mere five months old.
  • Though they’re not technically blood related (whatevs), I hope this baby inherits my sister-in-law Colleen’s compassion and her good nature.
  • I hope this child inherits my brother Christopher’s collection of homemade sleeveless tees, his thoughtfulness, his talent as a leader, and his ability to lift very heavy things.
  • I hope this child inherits my niece’s ability to make everything better just by being there.
  • I hope this child inherits my mother’s innate way of putting other people first, her creativity and artistic talent, and her warmth.
  • I hope this child inherits my father’s impeccable taste in music, his mischievous smile, his depth of knowledge, and his green thumbs.

I hope he or she never goes a single day without feeling loved, safe, happy and whole.  And while we’ve got several months to go, I just can’t wait to meet this baby.

Also On Tap for Today:

What did you inherit from loved ones that you’re most proud of?

 

Today: A baby on the way.

Hi.

I have the best possible news to share (though the title surely gave it away… keeping secrets for months and months at a time is not easy).

(c) 2012 Henry Photographers www.henryphotographers.com

Nick and I are expecting a baby this winter.

We have already enjoyed so many amazing moments, from seeing the baby via ultrasound for the first time, to hearing his or her heart beat, and dreaming about what our lives will be like as parents.

It’s all just incredible.  I am feeling incredibly lucky, incredibly happy, and incredibly like the button on my pants might shoot across the room if I’m not careful.  I’m looking forward to sharing more with you soon (maybe… less about the pants situation).

Also On Tap for Today:

  • I can now freely admit my recent obsession with crossfitmom.com
  • …And prenatal yoga
  • …And Skittles

 No question today.  Just a big, goofy grin.

 

Today: The weekend according to Instagram XIII.

Lucky thirteen.

The theme of this weekend was boob sweat the arrival of summer weather.  I love the heat.  My dog?  He’s over it.

The weekend according to Instagram XIII

  1. Friday (I’ve decided to start weekends a bit early and lead with Fridays) was Pen Pal Day! at the middle school where I volunteer.  Highlights included a harp performance, breakfast with my seventh grade pal, and an outdoor sing-a-long.
  2. Saturday morning I awoke to find my little herb garden has come alive.  As of last check, we have approximately 5 chive sprouts and 600 basil sprouts (the, um, seed packet sort of exploded when I was putting my little windowsill garden together).  No sign of the parsley.   Rather than watering with a coffee mug (who has a watering can in the city?), which in the past has led to accidental plant drownings, I did a tiny bit of research and have been gently misting the soil each evening with a spray bottle I found in the Target travel aisle for $1.29.  Nothing by the best for the sprouts.
  3. I can’t remember the last time I ran outside (except for every, single morning when I sprint across the crosswalk to avoid getting hit by the MBTA bus…. no regard, I tell you!).  I decided to skip the treadmill, lace up my Kinvaras and hit the road for a quick and hot run along the Harborwalk early Saturday.  I love living right at the intersection of city and sea.  Can’t beat those views.
  4. Did I mention it was hot this weekend?   Sweating buckets.
  5. I joined Nick to sweat a few more buckets at CrossFit Southie on Sunday morning.  As soon as we got back to the condo, we tuned into the Reebok CrossFit Games live feed.  Another weekend, another round of incredible Regionals competitors.  Between the day’s workout (which I loved) and watching the athletes compete, I took some time to think about what I’d like to accomplish this month.  My goal for June is consistency.  With work, travel and other good things happening, I felt like a bit of a flake this spring.  I didn’t make it to the box as often as I would have liked, and found myself making excuses (namely: I am wiiiiiiped) when I could have been making progress.  Even still, I am this much closer to an unassisted pull-up (hello, red band) and have been lifting more weight than ever.  Just imagine what I could do if I, welp… showed up more.  So that’s the plan: show up more.
  6. Sunday’s workout included bent-over barbell rows, ring rows, ring push-ups (I scaled down to hand release push-ups), double unders and wall climbs.  Needless to say, I was feeling the burn.  Literally.
  7. First swim of the year!
  8. I got to spend a little quality time with my niece on Saturday night while the grown-ups celebrated my sister-in-law’s birthday.  My niece turns one this month, and gets cooler by the minute.  It’s just amazing.  I love seeing my brother and sister-in-law read to her, and knew this book would be the perfect addition to the baby’s growing collection.  It’s called You are my I love you/Tu eres mi te queiro by Maryann Cushman.  It is available in English only, too, but I love the bilingual version.  Such a beautiful book.
  9. And this is how Clark feels about 91 degrees: complimented, but not interested.

Also On Tap for Today:

What was the highlight of your weekend?  Did you stay cool?