Less than a week ago, I up and decided that I was tired of my post-baby belly. I may have lost the pregnancy weight, but there's no denying that a baby once lived in my midsection. I can deal with the stretch marks. Mostly because I don't have a choice. But I know there's something I could do about the extra jiggle in my middle. SO, I joined a PiYo class. And I have only one word to say about it: ouch. My entire lower half feels like a car ran over me. [Disclaimer: I don't actually know what that feels like. It's probably a lot worse than what I'm feeling now. Sometimes I dramatize things.] But the thing about starting a new workout (or any workout, in my case) is that once you start, you really have to keep going if you want the soreness to go away. And oh boy yes I do. So I've gone twice. It's been painful twice. But I'm going to power through. Whether my midsection tones up a bit or not, at least I'll be able to touch my toes by the end of the class. [I better be able to touch my toes by the end of the class.] I had to buy a sports bra. I never truly appreciated my bra-buying life before. They make you pay more for bigger sizes. And when you've gone up a couple cup sizes, you can't just buy the cheap sports bras at Walmart. The ones in a two-pack. No no. You have to buy fancy ones. That cost a ton of money. Because if you don't, you can't jump. Or move in any vigorous fashion whatsoever. Sigh.
We bought a TV. We're no longer that strange couple without a TV. When we lived in our rental house last year, the maintenance people would come by occasionally, and one of the first things they noticed was our lack of a TV. And now we've caved. Hah. But it's nice. :) And once we get the DVD player hooked up, I can watch some Gilmore Girls. It's been far too long. Tomorrow, Travis is going to put the TV on the wall 'cause we're fancy like that.
We came up with a sleeping solution for the little guy. A few nights ago, I woke up to Travis lunging across me and Logan screaming. I couldn't find Logan in the bed, so I screamed... only to realize that Travis was already picking him up off the floor. He'd crawled off the bed. My heart was pounding. I desperately reached for my baby boy to comfort nurse him--all the while crying my eyes out--until he was calm. Travis checked him for any signs of broken bones or a head injury, while I frantically searched online for what to check if your baby falls off the bed. He was fine. He had a little bump above his eyebrow, and was smiling and climbing all over his daddy within a few minutes. But I felt like the absolute worst mother in the world. I had fallen asleep nursing him on the opposite side of the bed--Travis's side. And even though I had a big body pillow blocking my side of the bed, he'd crawled right over it. I slept the rest of the night only on my side of the bed, simply leaning over a bit more if he needed to nurse on my other side. Needless to say, our co-sleeping arrangement was no longer the best option. I tried cry-it-out again the next night to no avail. I tried moving him to the crib after he was asleep--he just woke up screaming immediately. Finally, I turned to my trusty friend: Google. I read a few co-sleeping mommy blogs for some advice. It turns out that true blue dedicated co-sleepers will go as far as to put their mattress straight on the floor to prevent falls. I'm not a dedicated co-sleeper. I'm a co-sleeper by necessity. [Though I will admit that I've grown quite accustomed to sleeping with my little man and don't hate it as much as I once thought I did.] The mommy blog suggestion I liked best (though obviously not from a dedicated co-sleeper) was to put the baby on their own mattress on the floor. So we did! We moved his crib mattress to the floor, against one of the walls in our room. He sleeps! It's amazing! I can still nurse him to sleep without having to move him, and he won't get hurt if he rolls or crawls off. (We put pillows around the edges to ease the transition.) He's crawled off a couple times now with no problem. The only [recently discovered] problem is that if he wakes up quietly from his naps and crawls to the bedroom door before I hear him, I can't get in the room because he's pulled himself up against the door. It takes a little while to slowly inch in the door open so I don't knock him over. But other than that, it's wonderful! Yay for helpful mommy blogs! :) And bigger yay for no more crawling off the bed!!
Owning dogs is expensive. Possibly more expensive than a baby. Though I'm sure the baby will start costing us more eventually. For now, these two fur babies are money drainers. Hah. Between food and the vet and baths and heartworm prevention... these guys are crazy expensive. Although I will admit that the "baths" part is an optional expense. It comes from my complete refusal to bathe them--they're really strong!--and Travis's distaste for bathing them in the winter. We [and when I say "we" I really mean "Travis"] bathe them outside with the hose because Sabre has some kind of claustrophobia fit if he has to get a bath in the bathtub. He handles it like a champ...well, like a whiney, difficult champ--if it's outside. Tatum doesn't necessarily like her baths either, but she's not the problem child. So, in the winter, we prefer to have them bathed elsewhere. The water from the hose, despite this being Texas, is still pretty cold. I'm telling you this because they need baths. Our usual groomer is all booked up this week. I better call and make an appointment for next week. I was hoping they'd be bathed before then, but it's not looking likely, folks.
Logan's newest interests are: 1. Trying to climb out the doggie door. This morning he got about halfway out. Travis encourages his endeavors. 2. Pulling himself up on the dog's food bowl container and grabbing handfuls of dog food. He smiles really big when I tell him "No!" and peel his fingers back to get rid of his fistfuls of kibble and wash his hands. I'm really starting to think he thinks he's a dog.
