That was short-lived. Cael is no longer my workout buddy. Why? His Upward Dog is way better than mine is and he doesn't even break a sweat. Bastage! Also? He doesn't cheer me on anymore. Doesn't even bother to look at me. Now he spends the whole cardio section watching the dvd. Sure, they're all muscly and pretty, but they're two-dimensional! Your giggling won't encourage them (nor will cursing discourage them - I've...

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Cael wanted to say "hello" to everyone. How could I deny him such a simple request? (He's a little bashfu...

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Today I let Cael do his tummy time during my workout. I figure if I'm working on mine, he may as well work on his. I think this should be a regular occurrence. It turns out the two are not that different. During Power Yoga he and I were actually doing the same exact thing: flopping around on our stomachs like beached whales while grunting and trying desperately not to cry. It's nice to have someone to sympathize with. He's...

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Today at the grocery store -Checkout Guy: [Holds up nursing pads.] So, you've got a new baby, huh?Me: [Points to baby in cart.] Yup.CG: [Looks.] How old is he?Me: Three months.CG: Really?Me: No.CG: [Blinks.]Me: Yes.CG: Whoa. He's huge!Me: Yeah, he's growing up fast.CG: No, I mean he's big. Like he's going to have to play football.Me: I hope not. That's how his father died.CG: Really?Me: Yes.CG: [Blinks.]Me:...

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This is when I get to be validated and say to Ryan, "SEE! Now you can't give me shit for not going to the doctor. EVAR."I have this thing about actually seeking medical attention. It's hereditary. Mom and Lauren have it as well, which has actually lead to (what the medical professional she was eventually forced to visit called) being three days away from death. Whatever. She lived.Every time I go...

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Let me preface this with a fun fact: Cael has reached the stage in his development when he only poos once a week. The quantity of poo per week has not decreased with the frequency, if you get my drift. Picture this: Ryan and I parked in the Costco lot. Miles of blacktop make the already 90+ degree day even hotter. The car is literally filled to capacity. We cannot see out the back window and could...

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Cael can now spin around on his back. I haven't caught him in the act, but I assume he looks much like Donald O'Connor did in Singing in the Rain. I put him down in his playpen and come back to find him all cockeyed, a trail of drool marking his path like breadcrumbs, should he choose to return to his original spot. (I can't imagine why he'd need to go back, but I suppose when you have such large volumes of urp, you may as well...

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