The Queen's Rambles

I had an awesome “get into shape” plan. Too bad my baby is thwarting me. My plan? Simple. Go for a walk around one of the local lakes every day after dropping Erik off at school. My baby’s plan? Refuse to sleep in her stroller, but desperately need sleep.

So we’re home and the baby is sleeping happily and I am wondering when going to the gym became something I don’t do. I used to be so faithful, but I haven’t been in four weeks. I need to just get off my butt and go. My back has been bothering me a lot and I’m scared to do BodyPump. The thought of going the elliptical when I could be out doing real walking in such nice weather turns me off.

So here I sit.

Maybe we’ll go on a walk after I pick Erik up from school, but that is not quite the same as going on a brisk walk. He can keep up with me, no problem, but he’s a four year old boy. He’s quite distracted by little things like geese, ducks, falling acorns, feathers, grass. . .

We ended up having a great day yesterday. I was going to take Bethany’s suggestion and cancel the pizza party, turning it into a park playdate instead. I checked our RSVP list, though, and things had changed. It ended up just being us and one of my new-ish friends. We’ve been spending a lot of time together this summer and it’s been fabulous. Erik and her son get along really well and she’s really low-key and fun. She has a very successful Etsy shop and I got to see some of her work tools the other day. So fun!

Anyway, after they left I called my other friend and they came over for a bit. We were in the middle of doing a cooking experiment when they showed up, so the boys had fun cooking. I saw a recipe for s’mores bars, but then lost the magazine it was in. I decided to make my own by making a graham cracker crust, a brownie, and spooning on some marshmallow cream ice cream topping (a lot thinner than jet-puffed marshmallow cream).

Boy, howdy, that was some seriously sweet stuff! I don’t know what happened, but it was so sweet that I couldn’t even eat it.

What else is going on? Elsa is sitting up by herself! She continues to be the sweetest baby I’ve ever seen. Even when she’s mad, she’s sweet. I’ve never seen a baby who doesn’t cry. Seriously, she might cry a total of five minutes a day and that’s a bad day. I shouldn’t even be typing this. I’m going to jinx myself, but it is so bizarre that I have to mention it. I have never once had the impulse to call this baby an asshole. It’s not Erik’s fault that he was an unhappy baby. I don’t know if it was my anxiety, his personality, or a combination of the two, but I just can’t get over how different these babies are from each other.

I’m hungry so I guess I better wrap this up. I need to pick Erik up in fifteen minutes. Where did my two hours go? Thank fred for preschool! There are 8 boys and 2 girls in Erik’s class. One of the boys has been crying hysterically every single day. I am so glad that’s not Erik. I feel terrible for the mother. It must be so hard for her to leave him, but I don’t get it. I remember when I was in kindergarten and there was a little girl who cried and cried and CRIED and I kept asking my mom “What’s she crying about?” Even as an adult I still don’t get it. I mean, yes, I have more sympathy than I did when I was a kid, but I just wonder what is going through their little minds that is getting them so upset. I guess I was always so focused on getting out of my house (yes, even as a kindergartner) that homesickness was never an option.