A McD's kind of day

So today was that kind of day. Gray outside, rainy as usual and I was still in my pjs at noon. Jack woke up from his nap ready for lunch and there was seriously nothing left to eat in the house (yesterday Jack ate a waffle with peanut butter on it for lunch). What kind of housewife am I? So I loaded Jack in the car and went looking for food. McD's drivethru was the lucky winner. I pulled into a parking spot with our assortment of nuggets, orange Hi-C and sundaes and Jack and I proceded to chow down in the back seat together. Just then a woman in a mini van pulled in next to me. I watched her hand out her food to her kids in the back seat, and then take a long swig of her biggie size Diet Coke (yes that was what she was drinking). As she let out a sigh, she looked over at me and for that one moment, I was more connected to this woman than the sweat pants I had been wearing since yesterday. We understood each other. It made me smile. Maybe not everyone has had those McD's kind of days, but for those moms out there that have, you're not alone. Shout out to Orange Hi-C. Amazing.

Sisters

Last weekend, my wonderful, fabulous sisters ditched their diaper bags and made the long trek from the Eastcoast to visit us. We had such a blast and I miss them dearly. Thanks to the husbands, babysitters, and our mom for making this possible! Sisters Rule!

Out to dinner

The Rose Gardens

Jack is in love with his Aunties

Pretending we are Oregonians

Welcome to Oregon!

16 minutes

I did it. I finally convinced myself to join a gym (thanks to the pushing from Maria). And more importantly to sign up for the kids care. I went to bed last night so giddy that I would magically wake up in a day or two with a toned, modelesque body. This morning came, I dug around for my exercise pants that were completely wrinkled and haven't seen the light of day since 1999, and headed for the gym with Jack. I got my picture taken with Jack and quickly shooed him into the kiddie care, so I could get to work on my vision. I hit the elliptical first, and started chatting with Maria. This was it. It was so surreal. The Hallelujah chorus was singing in the background. I could see my legs getting toned as I ran. But I knew it was too good to be true. My name was called over the loudspeaker and I entered back into the world of mommyland. Jack was screaming, he had thrown up twice from crying so hard, and the girls in charge were giving me a hard time for bringing my kid in with a runny nose and cough (which he didn't have until exactly 16 minutes prior from crying so hard). And that was it. It was over. My 16 minutes of total freedom.