June 12, 2019

Feeling Hot Hot Hot

We set a record here today in Oregon, the temperature reached 99 degrees. It made our morning walk a bit warmer than usual.

When we got home I hopped in the shower to rinse off the sweat and then started nursing Bear. A few minutes later Bubba walked in the room. He had in his hands a tub a vaseline and a thermometer. The tip of the thermometer was lathered in vaseline. Bubba tried pulling his shorts and diaper off while holding the thermometer and saying, "Up butt."

I can't tell you how hard I started laughing. Bubba was warm and wanted his temperature taken. We have only ever taken his temperature rectally a few times (that is what our pediatrician prefers when they get a high fever for a more accurate read).

I called Andy at work to tell him what Bubba did and he too started laughing. This is a Bubba story that we don't want to forget.

June 11, 2019

Defeated

I have been going to physical therapy since Bear turned six weeks old to work though some issues related to labor and delivery. When I first started going my physical therapist told me that is would be 4-6 months before I would be cleared to exercise-- more likely 6 months though.

Initially I was told I could ride and bike and or walk. I was devastated when I heard this. I love to exercise! I love being outside and being physically active. I have some fitness related goals that I set while I was pregnant with Bear and was anxious to get after them.

Roughly six months has past and my doctor told me to try running and see how it goes. The first night was great! It felt so good to move and be drenched in sweat. The second night was not so good. The third night went well. When I met with my doctor and told her how it felt and how things had gone she told me I wasn't ready yet. Maybe in another month.

I can't tell you how sad that news made me. I felt so defeated! It felt as though my goals were slipping right through my fingers and out of reach. 

I realized though that I had a choice. I could choose to sit there and mope about all the things I couldn't do or I could get after it with the things I can do to get myself as prepared as possible for the day I am cleared to exercise. I choose the later. Believe it or not, I feel like I am making progress.

"Okay"

Bubba recently started saying, "Okay" in response to just about anything we say. I'm not sure that he fully know what okay means, but it is sure cute to hear him say it. I love having such an agreeable little boy.