We had a great weekend weather-wise here in the Midwest! Highs in the upper 50’s and 60’s, sunshine! It was so great, we were outside as much as possible both days.
Sunday was rather windy so we tried to get some of the flower beds cleaned out and raked on Saturday.
Some new growth I found after raking off the leaves:
We also worked on trimming the berry bushes back and I planted some more strawberry plants to beef up my bed. I washed the outsides of the windows with my handy squeegee. I love that thing, makes doing windows so quick, easy and FUN! Yes, I am for hire, ha!
Friday the boys didn’t have school, uh-gain! We took advantage of the cruddy weather that day and stayed in dying Easter eggs. They had fun and it kept them busy and quiet for about 20 minutes, score!
Today I had my post-natal check up. Everything’s good and I’m free to resume normal activity. I guess that means no more excuses on the exercising front. Well, none except trying to find time in between caring for a newborn. (Can I still call him that? Please?) I am going to have to either start getting up really early or waiting until Andy’s home to take care of Tate while I go to the basement and hit up the treadmill and JM DVD’s. I’m having a hard time finding the energy to exercise but am guessing that once I get started that will help with the energy part. My sister has asked me to run a 5k with her end of May, that’s only 2 months time to get my body (and mind) ready. I CAN do it, but will I? Only time will tell. I have officially lost 40lbs since having Tate. 29 of that was pregnancy weight, the rest was ‘me’ weight. I’ve dropped a pant size and can wear 2 pair of jeans that are a size smaller than that (but they are stretchier, which makes a difference). So that feels pretty good, which should be helpful in the motivation front.
My little Tater Bug has started fussing when I hold him for too long but then calms down and relaxes once I lay him down on the floor to look around and stretch out. OUCH! This breaks my heart. I just want to snuggle and cuddle with him all the time but I guess I am already smothering him. Sad face. Only 7 weeks old and no longer wants his mommy. Boo hoo!!!!!
Have a great Monday!