{"id":187,"date":"2010-06-03T20:21:39","date_gmt":"2010-06-04T03:21:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=187"},"modified":"2010-06-03T20:21:39","modified_gmt":"2010-06-04T03:21:39","slug":"short","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=187","title":{"rendered":"Short"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s 11 pm and the baby is sleeping!  Why am I not in bed?  I was planning on writing an entry this morning, but the silly girl was awake for most of our Erik-free time.  Let&#8217;s hope that continues so we have earlier nights.  <\/p>\n<p>I started back at the gym on Tuesday and I am feeling some pain today.  I can barely lift my arms.  Perhaps diving right back in to BodyPump wasn&#8217;t the best idea, but I love BodyPump.  I think I would feel better if I could do BodyPump more than once a week, but with Erik&#8217;s camp schedule I can only go to the Tuesday class.  Bah!  I&#8217;ve been doing the elliptical the other two days.  I am definetly not in shape any more.  I can&#8217;t believe I used to do it for an hour, but I know I&#8217;ll be back to the hour eventually.<\/p>\n<p>It has been hard to go back because I&#8217;ve been so lazy, but I&#8217;ve been in a much better mood this week.  Erik was on my last freakin&#8217; nerve last week.  Even when he wasn&#8217;t doing anything but twitching around the house I was ready to send him to the moon.  I don&#8217;t know why it is so irritating to watch a kid be in a constant state of motion, even if they are not doing anything wrong, but it is.  I suppose I was missing my endorphins.  I haven&#8217;t been a cranky, yelling meany-mama this week.<\/p>\n<p>This evening I was even feeling well enough to do some serious rough housing with the boy, which he thought was the bees knees.  I&#8217;m surprised one of us didn&#8217;t end up with a black eye.<\/p>\n<p>Surely I had something else exciting to write about?  If so, I have no idea what.  Did I mention I need to go to bed?<\/p>\n<p>I also need to go over to the neighborhood pool and see about getting a membership.  I miss our apartment pool!  But how will it work with a baby and a big boy?  I know I can just throw him in the pool with his float ring and he&#8217;ll be fine, but that will make me nervous.  I&#8217;ve read that it isn&#8217;t good to take a baby into the water until they are about four months old because they can&#8217;t regulate their temperature very well.  How awful will it be to sit on the side of the pool watching everyone frolic in the nice, cool water while I am sitting in the stifling heat?  The heat can&#8217;t be good for the baby either.  It would be so nice to spend our afternoons at the pool, out of this little house.  What to do, what to do?<\/p>\n<p>I have learned something amazing in the past few weeks.  Did you know that sunlight is a natural stain remover?  I don&#8217;t know if it will remove all stains, but it will remove breast milk baby poop like nobody&#8217; business.  I read about hanging diapers out to line dry to remove the stains but thought it would just fade them a little or something. I didn&#8217;t understand.  Heck, I still don&#8217;t understand where the stain goes, but I can guarantee you that it works.  I wish I would have known that when Erik was a baby.  He had blowouts all the time and ruined many a cute little onsie.  So far Elsa has only had one blow-out.  I was sad because I thought my very favorite outfit was ruined, but I hung it out in the sun all day yesterday and the stain is gone.  I can&#8217;t believe I&#8217;m talking poop removal laundry methods like it&#8217;s some sort of super exciting thing, but it amazes me.  Where does the poop go?  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s 11 pm and the baby is sleeping! Why am I not in bed? I was planning on writing an entry this morning, but the silly girl was awake for most of our Erik-free time. Let&#8217;s hope that continues so we have earlier nights. 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