The lovers, the dreamers, and me

If any of you like heist flicks and haven't yet seen Inside Man, you really should. I watched it yesterday and was quite impressed at how well thought out it was, for that genre. There were still a couple things which I thought were less than plausible, but many fewer problems than I normally have with movies of this type. I consider the time spent watching to be worth it.

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So much stuff going on with you all. Lots of joy and pain and enthusiasm and snarking and thought provoking stuff. I wish I had another three hours in the day just to respond to you all. I try to read and keep up, but I'm finding it difficult. I am interested, though.

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Yesterday I went to MnM and the lady who created the Sling-Ezee came and demonstrated proper sling wearing techniques and answered questions. She used Drew for some of her examples an he was, as always, the perfect baby with other people. Didn't make a peep once even when I handed him to her for the first time, and came back to me with a cheerful grin and then promptly fell asleep. Cool. I was so confident after watching her presentation that I was inspired to finally use my Maya Wrap (from Keely many moons ago - thanks again, K!) for my Target run today. As part of my must get out of the house more doing things I like resolution, I visited a sales center for new town-homes in my area (we're not looking to move, but I love seeing floor plans and whatnot) and then went to a nice park and walked with Drew in the stroller for a couple of miles.

I'd like to make walking with him a frequent occurrence. Living in this climate means there's no excuse why I shouldn't - it was in the mid 60s today, with a gorgeous sky - and I'd like to get in shape as well as modeling a non-sedentary lifestyle for Drew. I'd not been to that particular park before but I think I'll go back soon. Each lap in this park is just under a third of a mile, and there's a well-kept restroom on the premises as well as shady benches for nursing, a very nice playground, and a huge field of grass so green you'd swear it was spray painted.

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Drew seems to have a clogged tear duct. I don't see any redness and he's not bothered by it, so I'll just keep it clean, massage the corner of the eye a bit, and mention it to his pediatrician if it hasn't gone away by his next visit. He also seems to have a touch of diarrhea. It's not an excessive amount, he doesn't have a temperature, and he's his usual self, so I'm just going to go let it pass (heh) by itself and avoid the Dr's office. Perhaps I shouldn't be so cavalier about not taking him into the Dr, but considering he's nursing on demand exclusively and isn't dehydrated I can't see what they could do about fluids, and since he's not exhibiting any other problematic symptoms I'd rather not expose him to a waiting room full of kids with the flu only to hear that I should just keep doing what I'm doing and monitor the situation at home. 

Yesterday I got on the scale for the first time in a few weeks (since coming back from vacation?) and decided that while things aren't exactly spiraling into hell, some more restraint and more movement is definitely in order. I vowed to start using our elliptical machine more, to start things off.

I was talking to my boss, P, about her work-out habits yesterday and she mentioned that unless she commits to getting up early to exercise before getting ready for the day she won't manage to fit it into her schedule and she won't work out that day. I mulled it over, realizing that it was probably true, and decided to make the supreme sacrifice of sleeping less in order to get up early this morning and work out. I set out my workout clothes in advance, got to bed early, and set the alarm for 6 (normally I get up at 7). I woke up refreshed and actually excited (!) about the prospect of exercising, when I looked at the clock and saw the time.

6:58 am.

I'd accidentally set the alarm for 6 pm.

So typical.