The Baby

At a ripe old age of 2.5 years old, the Baby has already started to raid her big sister's closet. Although, she prefers to hone in on the lower right hand space of her armoir where the Princess keeps her pajamas. On a daily basis I find the Baby upstairs, undressing and trying on the pj's. Sometime she matches, though with the general color theme of the Princess' wardrobe being pink, it's fairly easy to pair up separates to jazz up the look.

Every day when we leave the house, the Baby HAS to have her sunglasses, which is a completely new thing to me since she was the one who always refused to wear any sort of accessory, be it a bib or a hat or even a sweater that didn't tickle her fancy just so. And then, of course, to round out the look, she has her Hello Kitty handbag, which only stays on her shoulder if she holds her arm up in the air while walking. Yes, we are quite a sight when we are out and about. Most days the sunglasses are worn upside down.

(Note to self: I NEED to get a photo of this!)

I can already tell that the Baby is going to be the athlete among the three. She is one tough cookie and doesn't put up with anyone's baloney. But I suppose with a sister like the Princess and a brother like the Bruiser, the Baby has to stand her ground.

Her weapon of choice is still her signature banshee scream, which still sends the Bruiser (who is twice her size) to tears.

Woah...

Someone stop the clock! Has it really been nearly two months since I've blogged? If I simply say that nothing new has happened, at least nothing significant enough to blog about, then I'd be lying. The fact of the matter is, I've been too busy to sit down and put my thoughts together. And after a while it became too much of a struggle. It's so easy to fall out of practice, even with something that seems as simple as writing down one's thoughts.

Most nights I have been taking the kids with me to the gym. They love it there, though the Baby has taken a while to warm up to the place. Since their dad is out of town, they accompanied me last night and didn't seem to mind being there for 2 hours. I usually start to feel guilty but I have to remind myself that 2 hours is nothing when it's spent playing... and actually much better than sitting at home.

If my schedule cooperates and I am able to pull off back-to-back classes (BodyPump followed by BodyAttack), which I did yesterday, then Tuesday I pretty much feel like I've been hit by a truck. It's a good kind of exhaustion, however. Not nearly as awful as the lethargy that sets in when I don't exercise. To be honest, I love this so much that I wish I had more hours in the day to do more. Though today a good yoga class sounds pretty appealing.

Well, I shall stop here since this feels like that first awkward baby step when I'm attempting to do something for the first time. Has my brain attrophied so much that I can longer write? Sheesh!