Just put Moana to bed in her cage... I mean, crib. She's 6+ months old now and will soon be trying to climb out of the thing so the doctor recommended that we lower the mattress. Scott just did it. And now her bed feels more like a cage. At least to me. She doesn't seem to mind the change.
Seems plenty of things have evolved around here now that Moana can sit up on her own. She sits in her high chair now to eat. It works a lot better for us than the bumbo chair or bouncy chair. She chowed down the poi today. Open mouth. Insert spoon. That is, when she's not playing with the toy that's attached to the high chair tray.
Bath time has evolved from a 5 minute quest to get a baby clean into a 30 minute fun activity to keep an overly tired baby from being all fussy in the early evening. Tonight she was whining about who knows what so we went upstairs where she stayed in her little bubbly bath tub until her fingers were like prunes. It's a real challenge for a baby to get her little hands on those soapy and slippery bath toys. But it sure keeps her occupied and not whiny.
Things are evolving for me on the training front as well. Lately, thanks to the help of a good coach, I've really started thinking about my workouts as either being key training sessions, or just recovery efforts. And in between key sessions, I'm all about getting my legs back as quickly as possible. Toward that end, ice baths have evolved into a regular routine. My poor little ice maker can hardly keep up with all the key training sessions each week.
I had a big weekend on tap that included longer workouts than usual. And because I no longer have all day free to cruise through my workouts (ahem, responsibilities at home now, ya know?), I've evolved into an 'On-time start Nazi'. On Saturday, I had it planned almost down to the minute. In order to get a 78 mile ride followed by a 4.5 mile run completed before noon (so I could take over with Moana and allow my husband to get to his soccer game on time), it was necessary to get going by 7:00. I met a group of about 8 people to start the ride at 7:00... waiting waiting waiting for everyone to get it together and finish peeing and pumping up their tires and putting their Clif bars in their jersey pockets or whatever... 7:05 and I'm snapping my fingers signaling it's past GO time... when rider #9 drives up in his car. Grrr. I wasn't waiting.
I know everyone and everything here is on "Hawaiian time", but I'm not anymore. I had less than 2 hours now to ride 39 miles to our turn-around point. Do the math. It was time to GO. I took off with the two other girls who showed up for the group ride and the boys confidently said they'd catch us later after rider #9 finished pumping up his tires. Guess what group of 3 girls put the hammer down and didn't get caught? Yep. Mama was on a mission. Thanks to our very short breaks to refill water bottles and change into running shorts, Amy and I completed our ride and run at 11:56. I had 4 minutes to sit on the patio with my legs up sipping a recovery drink before I was officially back on mommy duty.
Yes, life has certainly evolved around here.