It is a million degrees outside. Seriously. A million. Okay, itâ€™s more like 95. But itâ€™s still really flippinâ€™ hot.
Our outside hours are approximately 7:30 â€“ 8:30 AM and 6:00 â€“ bedtime. Anything else â€“ including simply getting into the car â€“ leaves my fair-skinned little boy sweating and tomato-faced. Weâ€™re trapped!
Speaking of Henryâ€™s Englishness, hereâ€™s his rendition of God Save The Queen:
I got to hear that song during breakfast:
Broccoli <â€”The Husband snuck that in. I was not in the mood for broccoli for breakfast!
I whipped up a protein smoothie to take to the gym â€“ in the mix was almond milk, frozen strawberries, spinach, and Vega protein powder (the vamilla flavor is my new favorite, but I can see how itâ€™d be hit or miss with people). Iâ€™m trying really hard to get better about eating immediately after workouts. Itâ€™s difficult because that requires pre-planningâ€¦ Hah.
Iâ€™ve been meaning to write a little bit more about my fitness routine, but basically, Iâ€™m aiming to run twice a twice, swim twice a week, and do at least one day of strength training until I can no longer run. So far, so good! This is the week that I stopped running when I was pregnant with Henry, but Iâ€™m not having any of the same pain symptoms this time around â€“ Iâ€™m just super slow and canâ€™t go very far. Which is fine! Itâ€™s too hot for much else.
At the gym, I did a strength training workout. Iâ€™m actually writing down what I lift so I can keep track of my progressâ€¦ Iâ€™ve never really done this and usually just wing it, which is probably (definitely!) super ineffective. Today was leg day. After, I did 30 minutes on various cardio equipment.
Parents â€“ You gotta read 1-2-3 Magic! My goal for Henry for before this baby comes is to really figure out discipline. Heâ€™s a real good kidâ€¦ the problem is me! I feel like Iâ€™m all over the place with my discipline techniques, and I really want the process down before we add another kid to the mix. Basically, according to this book, my problem is that 1) I inject too much emotion into discipline and 2) I talk way too much to be effective. Any other discipline books that I should read?
On another nesting note: I started cleaning out the spare roomâ€™s closet yesterday. Look at this nightmare!
This room will become Henryâ€™s Big Boy room (Iâ€™m keeping the nursery the way it is because I love it SO MUCH). My mom cleaned out her attic about a year ago and brought over all my â€œmemoryâ€ boxes. Thereâ€™s a ton of stuff that I saved from middle and high school, but she saved EVERYTHING from my birth onwards (and I seriously mean everything â€“ copies of notes from doctorâ€™s appointments for ear infections, progress reports from preschool, the receipt for my amniocentesis). I have found so much fun stuff â€“ like my old Nokia cell phone from 2000! â€“ and itâ€™s super time consuming to go through it all.
My goal is to whittle all those boxes down to fourâ€¦ Which I think seems kind of insane still. We have this fantasy of moving into a smaller house, but weâ€™ll never be able to do that if Iâ€™m still keeping my homecoming corsage from 2001. Right?!
Alright. That post was all over the place. Hope you enjoyed it, though.
Whatâ€™s up with you? Sweating? Exercising? Eating? Cleaning?