Shots: Just when Roo is getting better from his cold we take him to the doctor and give him shots. Poor kid can't catch a break. And since his mama is paranoid about aluminum and other chemicals in the vaccines we are spacing them out which means he will be going to the doctor and getting shots pretty much every month for the rest of his life. Or at least the rest of the year.
Moving: "We" helped our friends Chris and Maria move on Saturday. Obviously I did not help much, but Roscoe and I had a great time watching everyone work while one of us kept farting and spitting (I won't name names).
Costco: I have a love-hate relationship with Costco. I think the love is due to the fact that I don't really ever shop so it is as close as I get to "fun" shopping. And yes, I actually get excited to go to Costco (Safeway, too. Even Walgreens). Hate because I always spend more than I intend and have loads of food to carry down the block, up the stairs and into the house. Love because then we have food and packing my lunch for awhile is kind of fun (boy, I need to get out more).
Fight: Manny Pacquiao fought on Saturday night (and won, go Team Pac Man!) which means our neighbor Dennis rolls his big TV into his garage, invites all his friends over and cooks up some carne asada and rice and beans and tortillas. Most of his friends don't speak English, but they love Pacquiao and love to give Ray high fives (for being Filipino apparently) and yell Spanish things. They also always make me a plate and make Ray run it home for me. I get to eat it at home and play with Roscoe in my pajamas. Yes, on a Saturday night. No shame in that.
Gym: So, on Sunday I went to the gym for the first time since Roscoe joined us. I do walk to work, the vet, the grocery store, etc when I can. And I wear Roscoe all day at work while I bounce on the exercise ball which has to count for something. But there is a difference between "being active" and "going to the gym," for me at least. Something about the mindset of being there, though I found it quite freeing being there all out of shape. Like, no worries, you can laugh at this jiggly old body walking around, it's not MY body. MY body is... well what is MY body? I think I vacillate between thinking I am a Muay Thai Fighter and thinking I am still the girl who joined choir in high school (and lip-synced the whole time) just to skip gym. So, maybe this is MY body after all and I should accept it and go from there. Because I caught sight of myself in the mirror and the face sure did look like mine... it must be true.
Fluffy Mail: We have been using a combo of cloth and disposable diapers since Roscoe was born. Mostly because we don't have enough cloth diapers (waiting to see which we like best). Plus, I haven't been bringing cloth to work. I already feel like a mule showing up with the stroller, a packed diaper bag, a sling, a carrier, my purse and work bag and my lunch... Well, I bit the bullet and tried on Monday (with prefolds - they pack smallest) and SUCCESS. So I just ordered more cloth to complete our stash (YAY). For those interested, we will have a handful or so One-Size Pockets (Bum Genius, FuzziBunz, Swaddlebees, Happy Heinys), a couple BumGenius One-Size All-in-Ones, a couple Bum Genius Flips, a couple FuzziBunz smalls and a handful of covers for our prefolds. That way I can do the laundry twice a week on my days off and have enough. I cannot wait!!
Ray's Dream (for your amusement): The other day Ray dreamt that we had twin girls. I can only hope this was a premonition for Joel and Karen and not us. I almost cried just considering the possibility.
And, again, a couple more pics...
My boys:
Ikaika and Roscoe during "play time":
And for those that think Roscoe is bald... this is not entirely true, he has a lovely patch of quite long hairs:
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