Gosh I love this little boy! Isn’t it so weird how babies can be so hard and draining and yet have us wrapped around their finger? They’re fickle like that.
I can tell my depression is getting better because my desire for the gym is back again. I’m learning to take it a day at a time though. I’ve never had a baby this little during cold and flu season and I’m worried about him catching stuff at the daycare. So my gym time might be hit or miss and I might have to start subbing some days for the treadmill at home. Which won’t be awful considering I haven’t done any running and have been wanting to. We’ll see how it goes. Wednesday was super fun because I got to do the suburban pull/push again. It’s so challenging and so fun! We can choose to pull this suburban (which is loaded down with weight) all the way down the gym and then push it all the way back. I don’t have any pics of myself doing it so you get my friend, Michelle. She rocked it. And she’s way better looking.
Pushing it makes your legs absolute jello when you’re done.
Yesterday we took turns taking the girls to the store to pick out a present for each other. The first thing Brynlie spotted was a tiny shopping cart (I assume goes with dolls?) and begged me to get it for her. I told her no and to look for something Kennedy would want. And she did a great job, eventually.
A couple hours later I was back with Kennedy and in the first 5 seconds she saw the shopping cart and said, “That! Brynlie wants that!” I told her to look for other things, and we browsed the whole toy section, but Kennedy didn’t want to get anything else. She knew the cart was perfect for Brynlie. Those two just get each other. It was so amazing to see.
I literally cannot believe how much he’s grown in just 3.5 months. He was my tiny little newborn just yesterday, I swear!
Winter is a funny thing. I freaking love Christmas time, but then it’s followed by the WORST time of the year. Cold, inversion, illness, and seasonal affective disorder. But for now, I’ll enjoy this happy holiday season and pretending everything is perfect.
That’s my please-don’t-let-me-get-sick tea. That’s the last thing I need right now.
Tomorrow Cory and I get to finish our Christmas shopping. Alone. Without kids. I’m more excited than I should be.
See you, soon.