Posts published on "July 2017"

8 Months

One minute you’re blogging and thinking to yourself, “I really need to get back into this, I can do it, it takes no time at all” and the next thing you know it’s 4 months later and you haven’t posted anything. Story of my blogging life.

Rosabee is 8 months old now. In the last month she has gotten up on her knees and learned to crawl. In the last week she’s learned to pull herself up to standing. This morning she started clapping. Like most mothers… I just need time to slow down. I read an article on Scary Mommy not too long ago that talks about it not being the feeling of wanting more children, but rather just wanting more time with the ones you already have. Hits the nail on the head. We’re done having kids, but man, it breaks my heart that this time is just flying by and we’re a blink away from no more sweet wonderful (terrifying, sleepless, screaming) perfect little chubby-handed babies. (You can find that post from Scary Mommy here!) Excuse me while I sob.

Colette is the same way.. She has long skinny hands and feet now. No more toddler appendages. She still has that little belly that pokes out, but other than that, she’s all little kid now. She had her first soccer season in the spring. She would do really well the first 20 minutes or so, then fall prey to the dancing bug or the most interesting leaf on the ground. There was only one other little girl on the team and, like Colette, had never played before and I think she really liked that, but all the other little boys had already been playing for a season or two. So the boys pretty much dominated playing time. But when she *did* participate she did pretty well. I don’t know when we’ll try it out again, or if we’ll give her a try at ballet and dance, but I’m sure we’ll find something she can enjoy.

Good news for me, I FINALLY competed in the Chickamauga Chase 15k ANNND I completed it without dying. I only had to wear a boot for a little while afterwards. It’s like my body was telling me I’m not destined to run. I’ve only ran a couple of times since then which makes me feel awful.. especially since I have my first sprint triathlon coming up at the end of July. I definitely haven’t been on my bike much either, except for the occasional jaunt to the pool (and not to the pool to practice my swimming…). I was doing really well with eating well and exercising regularly until it hurt to walk and now I somehow find myself eating 2-3 chocolate twinkies a day.

We’ve done too many things in the last four months for me to even go into detail. Rosalie’s first trip to the zoo, family beach trip, a solo trip to the beach for me and Cory, Enchanted Tea with Alice, visitors galore, etc.

I’m also going to be changing jobs soon. My annual review was a few weeks ago and we were talking about how I can move up in my career. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I mentioned that moving into a BA role would probably be the most logical step. Apparently that was a great idea and we cannonballed into additional meetings to talk about how to get me into that. Initially I was thinking I would need a lot of training and certifications and such, and maybe by my next review we’d be ready for a move. But now it looks like we’re talking a month or two. And I’ll definitely have to be in the office. I’ve been living as a hermit in my home office for 5 years. I have no idea how I’m going to filter into the general public and an office setting. I’ll have to wear something that isn’t the soffe shorts I’ve had since I was a sophomore in high school. I don’t even know what it is people wear into an office anymore. I’ll also be leaving my babies all day every day of the week. *cue more sobbing* But in the end I know it’s best for our family. You know, so we can afford to take our big ‘Colette turns 5’ trip to Disney World next year, among other things (like groceries…).


Fast forward.. It’s been two weeks since I started writing all the above.

I got a chance to go out on my bike two Saturdays ago. All the thanks in the world to Jodie for taking me. It turns out I may not die in my sprint triathlon, at least the cycling part. We did a little over 13 miles (about 10 more than I’ve ever done… and 1 more than the race distance) and I did okay. I may have a permanent bike indention in my rear.. but I did okay. I went again for a solo ride and knocked like 11 minutes off the first time. I wasn’t doing a lot of talking and my bike seat was raised to a much more appropriate height, so that probably had something to do with it.

I’ve also been getting up at 4:30 in the mornings to go to the gym and swim before Rosalie wakes up to eat. My first time back was, like everything else, slow. But I’m out there doing it and that’s what counts right? Right.

 

And here’s your explosion of photos from the last few months because I don’t feel like typing anymore: