Happy people just don't shoot their husbands.
I didn't intend to leave that cardio class post at the top for an entire week. In fact, I'm not entirely sure where the past week went. Things have conspired to keep me away from the computer, certainly. To whit:
(1) My laptop screen completely gave out and is at BoMB's place awaiting a few replacement parts. He has kindly provided me with a loaner laptop, but I don't have access to any of my documents or photos.
(2) We're having a yard sale this coming Saturday, so I've been spending a lot of my free time pulling out the stuff that was left after last year's sale, sorting through Nico's clothes to pull out stuff that he'll never wear, and posting stuff on Craigslist to see if I can pre-sale it. I really, really hope we make some cash...I'm itching to buy Nico a lightweight stroller and a new toy or two.
(3) The kid's sleeping schedule has really gone to shit in the last month or so. Some nights he wakes up every 2 hours and won't go back down until I go up and nurse him / rock him back to sleep. It's not the most horrible thing ever, but I have trouble writing when I'm interrupted over and over, and my usual blogging process is to work on a post all evening, so right now I usually give up after the first few times I have to run upstairs.
Speaking of the kid, good Lord. First, autumn weather has finally arrived, and for some reason a baby in a long sleeved tee is just about the cutest thing I have ever seen. We had a really good morning. We went to story time at the library and then hung out in the children's room for a little while afterward. He's starting to go through a Stranger Danger phase, but he crawled over to chew on another kid's board books and didn't cry when the other kid's dad read him a book (and can I just say, How sweet is that?). On the way home we stopped at the runners' shop so I could get a new pair of trainers, and he politely sat in a cushy chair playing with a toy for half an hour while I was observed and fitted. He followed that up with his first cooked carrot slices at lunch and a very long nap on my lap during which I watched two episodes of Hellcats. (This may destroy any semblance of cred that I have, but that show is surprisingly good.)
In the afternoon, though, things didn't go so well. Despite his nap, he was really whiny. Then, I left him alone for five minutes so I could start a load of laundry. He was sequestered behind his baby fence, which we have set up in front of the entertainment center to block his access to the electronics. When I got back, he was sitting on the floor chewing on a DVD which he had removed from the DVD player on the other side of the fence. SEND REINFORCEMENTS. Not too long after that, he was playing with his toy school bus and accidentally made it pop a wheelie. Right into his face. And then, THEN. He was sitting on a blankie that he wanted to chew on, so instead of moving off of it, he yanked on it as hard as he could. So hard, in fact, that he pitched himself onto his head. Babies: full of adorable, epic fail.
To end this disjointed post, I went back to cardio bootcamp tonight, and it was actually pretty awesome. It was hard, but I did not at any point feel like I was going to vomit or die, so I think that's progress. I think it helped that we only had to do box jumps for a one-minute interval instead of for the whole first half. I just might be able to hack this gym thing after all.
Reading: The Tower, the Zoo, and the Tortoise by Julia Stuart
Playing: Sigh No More by Mumford & Sons
PS The title of this post actually has nothing to do with MB. It popped into my head on the way back from the gym: "Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't shoot their husbands! They just don't!" Name that film!