A Lovely Sunday in April.

I spent a wonderful Sunday with my children today.  Husband was busy working on the backyard reno I wrote about last week, and the kids being cooped up from being indoors all day yesterday, needed to burn off some energy and were getting in their dad’s way.  So, daughter put on her helmet, got on her scooter and with her little brother (not the baby) in the stroller, off we went to the park at the end of our street.

You could see the energy just dissipate from them – they were outside, in the fresh air, life was good.  After a good chunk of time spent at the park, the kids announced they were hungry, so we set off for home.  Their snack of choice was more breakfast cereal.  They decided they wanted to sit in their chairs, in the driveway, while I tended to the baby who was just waking from his morning nap.  Ten minutes later, when I went outside to see if they were still hungry, I found this:

Big sister provides the cereal, and the milk for her and her brother.

Big sister provides the cereal, and the milk for her and her brother.

A heart melting moment, for sure.

Shortly after their snack, son clearly needed a nap.  He slept for about an hour and a half.  When he woke up he announced he wanted to go to the “big park”. Husband was still working away on the patio and by this time the baby was back down for another nap, so daughter got on her bike this time and off we went.

I love the neighborhood we live in – there is a park within a 10-15 minute walk in every direction around us.  Living in this city is awesome.

Daughter made sure to load up on some snacks.  She brought crackers to the park but decided the squirrels were hungrier.  She came running over to me, sitting on the bench soaking in some springtime sunshine, squealing with delight that she got really close to a squirrel and he took her cracker from her.  She said he was back up on a tree branch and I just had to come see.  I was skeptical that she was able to actually feed the squirrel, but I played along and followed her.  Her brother caught wind of what was happening and joined us.

To my delightful surprise, up in the tree, we saw this:

squirrel

Why yes, I think I will eat that cracker, thank you.

Now that I am back to work, I don’t have a lot of strictly one-on-one time with the kids anymore.  Today was such a treat for me – the kids were so happy to be outside and running in the park, and I was so happy that I could share it with them.  Then to see the squirrel eating my daughter’s cracker, ahhhh… she and her brother were so thrilled.  It really doesn’t take a lot to make a kid smile.

I have to say though, that I am spent.  My best friend came over with her son for a few hours and chaos in the house ensued.  Loud, fun, adorable chaos which halted for a few moments while the three kids demonstrated this:

yoga

Seriously folks, is there anything cuter than three kids doing the downward dog?

Then, while husband put the kids to bed, I went outside to have a look at the patio he was so tirelessly working on all day long.   It’s not quite finished yet, but I love it.

patio

Just when I thought this day couldn’t get much better, I received an email notification from WordPress.   I just logged my 200th follower.  200!!!  I am speechless. Thank you to each and every single one of you for taking the time out of your busy life to stop by here and read my journey in motherhood and medicine.  I am truly grateful.

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Back in the saddle!

Day 8 of NaBloPoMo.

It’s been 263 days since I went for a run.  263 days of sitting on my ass, eating countless buckets of ice cream, chocolate, Twizzlers, oh and gestating a human being (well, that’s more like 200 days).  263 days of weight gain (yes, yes, I was pregnant), but now that that’s all done, I have 20 lbs to shed.  I don’t intend on losing it too fast as I still want to continue nursing.  I just feel out of shape, in more ways than one, and it was time to saddle up!

So, I woke up this morning determined to do one thing – go for a run.  I told husband early that this was the plan.  I slowly got ready while the baby slept.  I ate some breakfast with the kids, had my morning cup of coffee [wink, wink] and got dressed. 

This is when it first starts getting depressing.  My running pants are snug.  My sports bra was tight, but I was wearing it on top of my nursing bra for extra support, so that was to be expected. Finally, the running shirt. Ugh.  Tight, ill-fitting and showcased the “muffin top”.  Oh, you don’t know what a muffin top is?  Go google it!  I am NOT publishing a picture. 

The baby woke up, I fed him and handed him off to daddy.  I kissed the kids goodbye (both are home sick today) and off I went.  count

The first minute was a brisk walk.  I used the MapMyRun app on my phone.  I have it set to tell me the minute intervals. At 2 minutes, I started running at my usual pace and a minute in, I was huffing a bit.  It’s about 3 degrees Celsius today, and a bit windy, so my chest started to burn.  I ran through it and at 4 minutes, back to a walking pace.  I continued this interval for about 20 minutes and 2.52 km.  When I got home, I was quite winded but it took only a few minutes to recover.  I did some yoga stretching, a few sit-ups, and I was done.  Done like dinner.  I suspect I will be quite sore tomorrow, but I think it’ll be worth it.