C’est vendredi 13

Happy Friday the 13th. Mine started off with waking to screaming (past 5am = win!), nursing on one side while pumping on the other, and breast milk leaking all over the sheets. Change diaper, throw sheets in laundry, make coffee and finally make juice with the juicer (yay!).

 Thought I’d enjoy my juice and coffee while doing some yoga with B next to me doing her tummy time exercises on her mat. She did do some awesome tummy time moves ( her head and upper body are getting so strong!), but I don’t know who these people are who recommend 10-15 minutes of tummy time 3 times a day at her age (or did I read that totally wrong in a sleep deprived state in the middle of the night? Very possible…).
Anyhow, her moment of tummy time awesomeness lasted a solid 90 seconds before the screaming resumed. My yoga video was still going through the initial deep breathing exercises. The first moves were on all 4’s so I grab B, put her on her back on the yoga mat, under me while I’m doing bird dog’s and cat cow’s. She’s smiling, laughing and making me laugh in the process. I feel like I could be in a yoga for mom’s and babies video- #Hero ! Then suddenly the exercises switch to pelvic floor and glute exercises on back. I decide I can hold Brielle while doing these no problem (#hero right?!). So the glute bridges start and I decide that I can also get some bicep work in by lifting B up every time I do a bridge (as Jillian Michaels once said,, you’re wasting your precious time if you just work one muscle group at a time…Somehow I don’t think this is supposed to apply to yoga, or that I should be thinking about being productive , or thinking at all- hmm maybe I’m not the best suited for yoga!), . Anyways, feeling oh so productive, start feeling like a Boss once again until suddenly, mid-glute bridge, I feel something thick and slimy explode onto my chest and run down the inside of my shirt…Yep, the yoga with baby #Hero /Boss was suddenly covered in puke.

Explosions seem to be the theme for the day, as before noon I managed to make oatmeal explode in the microwave (which I had completely forgotten was in there until returning from dog and baby walk in the rain), pick up an explosion of poop Skylar was gracious enough to leave in the yard (what on earth did she eat last night, I don’t want to know…). Oh and of course deal with a few diaper explosions. The exciting part is that one of these said explosions occurred in a cloth diaper, and actually stayed inside the diaper (I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong but every time I’ve attempted to use a cloth diaper until today, half of what was supposed to stay in the diaper ended up on B’s leg and everywhere else on the change table – if I even made it to the change table that is).

So what does any of this have to do with creating new health habits? Well, originally, I was hoping to be going in the direction of daily yoga routine and core work, but if this morning is any indication, that is as likely to happen as exclusively using cloth diapers.

So instead, I‘m going to give myself a 30 day challenge of laughing more often at the crazy random chaos, as I did this morning, both after being puked on and discovering my forgotten oatmeal. I want to add some other challenges in eventually, but I think starting with more laughter will be the key to success (and survival!) in any other area.

Hope it’s a great weekend for all,

Daniele XO