I celebrated my second year as a mother last weekend with my two cuties. It was a lovely rainy day, perfect for coffee, donuts, and reading on the couch while the baby bear napped.
We had breakfast at Grandview's DK Diner and Lucy made a little friend. He gave her his best bashful eyes and she offered him her (pre chewed) toast. C'est l'amour.
As Lucy gets older, she wants to be a part of all of our daily activities. When I work at my desk, she wants to "work" too. When Andy cooks, she wants to help (aka, eat all of the ingredients). You have to be careful around this one. She'll eat all your grapes.
This week I kicked off my spring/summer workout hours. That means a 6am wakeup call for me while everyone else is still cozy in their beds. For most of you, this is probably the time you wakeup for work anyway, but I am not a morning person. I am an insomniac, which makes that alarm even harder to swallow. However, since Lucy came along, it's early morning workout or no workout. She is not a stroller fan so all those pictures I had in my head of jogging along in a cute park with my running stroller have gone unrealized and every time I attempt to do yoga in the living room, I get attacked by either Lucy or one of the pets. C'est la vie, I suppose.
I have a goal. Thirty pounds down between now and the first of Septemeber. Lets see if I can make this happen.