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I’ve logged more than 35 miles in the past 6 weeks.  For some of you, you may log that in a weekend.  For others, you may not have logged that in the past decade.  I’ve logged it in the past 6 weeks and I’m still going. 

I took a brief hiatus when I went searching for snooki and the situation at the shore but now I’m back.  Back on track.  My little tootsies are pounding pavement. Well, pounding pavement makes it sound like I’m marathon training.  Let’s be honest, I’m lightly jogging at best.   In fact, I was too lazy to do the distance training so I chose the timed version.  I knew that it would require less running technically.  Lazy, right?  Nah, I’m stil doing it….that’s all that really matters.  You can’t burst my little Nike inspired running fest where I pump myself up every morning chanting “just do it”.

I’ve also completed my 200 squat challenge.  Easy peasy. Just in case you thought I was going to sweep that under the rug my friend.

Like a boss.

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Xoxo,

Boss lady

Honest Company: Timeline of Events.

Above is a link to the current dispute between honest toddler and the honest company. I am not sure why anyone would confuse the two entities. Makes me sad to see big business making a mom blogger jump through hoops.

Xoxo,
Boss lady

Dear babypants,

Hard to believe that we’ve logged another 30 days together, isn’t it?  There were some tiring days in there but mostly your dad and I are smitten and in love….and tired.

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It’s been another monumental month of firsts.  You are completely mobile now and are crawling everywhere…especially in the direction of the dog.  He is crazy.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.  You are beginning to pull yourself up and attempt independent standing.  You practice a lot of downward facing dog.  I’m not sure if you’re a yoga baby or attempting to stand but time will tell.

You’ve also become quite the foodie too.  We have given you a mixed bag of homemade purees, store bought purees and some small finger foods.  You’ve shown a fondness for squash, carrots, sweet potatoes, apples, pears and bananas and any variety of those fruits and veggies mixed.  So far, I haven’t been able to sell you on peas but it doesn’t mean I will stop trying. You’ve rocked the sippy cup too and started sitting in the highchair when eating out. 

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Speaking of becoming a foodie, you’ve inherited your front teeth.  All 4!  Tops and bottoms. You enjoy them too. At least you enjoy grinding them which makes it sound like you’re eating shards of glass. It’s like music to my ears if my ears thought nails on a chalkboard was music.

Your mobility allows you freedom to inspect everything from our shoelaces to cardboard boxes and the iron heating grates.  You love exploring your surroundings now.  You also love any toy that makes noise.  You are obsessed with your rattles, maraccas and banging on the floor or baskets.  You have visited your first baby gym and music classes are just an email away now.

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Not only are you a mover and shaker but you’ve also started to pick up some signs.  You can now sign for ‘up’ to be picked up and can wave.  On top of signing you are saying ma ma and da da.  You tend to vocalize at the appropriate times so the jury is still out whether you actually have any idea what you’re saying. Of course, I like to believe that you are a genius but whatever.

You’ve logged your fair share of days at the pool, another sand eating mini vacay and your first 4th of July celebration.  It’s clear that you’re going places in life!

Time is flying by. If I could freeze these moments I would.  Your dad and I are completely obsessed with you…even if it sounds like you eat glass shards.

Xoxo,

Ma ma (aka boss lady)

Let’s take a trip down memory lane and revisit the past week.  We shook things up around here and took a break from our regularly scheduled programming, often known as life, to take a trip to the Jersey shore.

The Jersey shore is home of suns out guns out living, bad choices make good stories, Snooki, J-woww and other disasters.  It’s also the home of the family friendly, alcohol free town of Ocean City.

We spent three sun filled days visiting friends last week and hanging out at the beach.  It was a much welcomed diversion to the regularly scheduled programming of our life. 

We packed up the car.  That was a whole new experience for us.  Strollers, pack and plays, diapers, beach chairs, beach umbrellas…I felt like I could start selling things out of my trunk.  Gone are the days of itty bitty bathing suits and sundresses and on to the sippy cups, toys and mom wear. 

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We hung out with other babies, ate sand, took early morning walks and late night strolls on the boardwalk.  Like a boss.

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We came home and needed some recovery time.  We then spent the latter half of the week teething, turning 8 months old and resuming the c25k schedule.  It was a busy week but our motto for summer living is suns out, guns out or at least that’s what I learned on the boardwalk from the screen printed t-shirt.

Xoxo,

Boss lady (jersey style)

23, Jul 2013

We are deep in the throes of teething. We are 4 teeth deep with more on the way. All four front incisors have made an appearance and are here for the long haul. Lots of drool, gnawing, chewing, a few tears and some sleepless nights to account for all the teeth making. We go the natural route for teething and only bring out the big guns (motrin) when absolutely necessary. So far we have survived the first four teeth like I said! Check out what we use to help the little one cut his teeth.

teething essentials

teething essentials by superfreshbabypants on Polyvore

What remedies have you found for teething? I’d love to hear what works for you.

xoxo,

boss lady

21, Jul 2013

It’s no secret that my baby is a less than stellar sleeper.  My sleep has been cut in half. I went from 8 hours of glorious shut eye pre-baby to logging a staggering 4 hours of broken sleep post-baby. The other 4 hours of my night is allotted for nursing and rocking my baby to sleep.  It is challenging, frustrating and trying to say the least.  It tests my patience daily.

It occurred to me this week though that my baby is growing up.  Soon, he won’t rely on me to nurse and rock him.  I don’t know whether that time will come in the next month or the next year but I know it is coming. In the meantime I am learning to relish and appreciate these sweet quiet moments of solitude.

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Sweet solitude

xoxo

boss lady

18, Jul 2013
running essentials
Time is a commodity in my house.  Therefore the time it takes to get dressed is also a commodity.  Getting dressed for my c25k run is no exception.  I’ve compiled a list of some of my tried and true favorites when it comes to getting ready and getting out the door.
1. nike elastica sports bra:  A great flat seam, moisture wicking bra that can be layered under a running tank like the lululemon mile a minute tank.
2. new balance 630v2:  I absolutely love these sneakers.  They have an attractive price point and are super comfy.  The color combination is also extremely appealing.  Mine are showing some wear and tear and I am about to order another pair because I am so fond of them.
3. women’s visor:  I wear a similar nike golf visor during my runs.  My sunnies are not conducive to running in the heat and humidity and this visor does the trick in sheilding my peepers from the sun.
4. wunder under crops:  Another great piece from the lululemon line.  I wear these running, to yoga and around the house because these are so comfy.
5. city mini gt: I can’t rave enough about this stroller and neither can babypants.  It has a super duper canopy and breathable vent in the back to protect him from the sun and heat.  A smooth ride with forever gel tires and a lockable swivel wheel in the front.
6. mile a minute tank:  lululemon hits the nail on the head with this tank with their signature luxtreme fabric, moisture wicking and flat seams. It’s perfect for running in this extreme heat and humidity and can be layered with a sports bra for additional support.
So there you have it.  These are my tried and true favorites and help me get out of the house every morning.  Some need a cup of coffee, I just need a good stroller and pair of sneakers.  Happy Shopping!!
xoxo,
boss lady

I’m about to get deep into the world of selfies.  I don’t even take selfies let alone use the word.  The word conjures up images of Snooki, duck lips and teenage girls. I have nothing in common with any of them and yet I am about to embark on an adventure of selfies.

It all started yesterday when I ran across a 30 day self portrait challenge on instagram.  Initially, I ignored it as this is not something I would normally partake in and quite frankly is really out of my comfort zone.  Nice idea. Just not for someone like me.  Someone like me being the girl that prefers to stay behind the scenes and take the pictures not  actually ever be in the pictures.  In fact, I am pretty sure that there are only 2 pictures of my son and me together since his birth. That’s the kind of girl I am.

A few hours passed and a picture of my girlfriend at Spearmint Baby popped up in my feed.  She was participating in the 30 day challenge.  She’s gorgeous so why wouldn’t she? This challenge is for girls like her, right?

Shari suggested that I participate in this 30 day challenge of selfie love.  I wasn’t sold though.  I mean why would I suddenly want to start taking self portraits and plastering them all over Instagram?  That just sounds uncomfortable and out of my element.

The words uncomfortable and out of my element weighed heavy on me.  See, I’ve been feeling uncomfortable and out of my element since the birth of my son, since quitting my job, since deciding to stay home for the next 5 years and become his primary caretaker.  He is my world and I am his.  This is some serious business I have going on.  Leaving the comfort of my job to stay home and take on the full time role of a boss lady was the biggest risk I have ever taken.  It is taking some time to get used to.  It is taking some time to carve out my niche in the world again and redefine who I am and what I do.  It has been nothing short of challenging, uncomfortable and completely out of my element at times.

Then, I thought about the article that I read on Huffington Post shortly before my son was born.  The article about mom staying in the picture. Initially when I read it, I promised myself that I would not be that mom to hide from the camera.  Instead, I would be that mom that was present in her children’s lives.  Was fully present. No make up.  Bad hair day (everyday).  Sloppy outfit.  Old sneakers.  Whatever…..my kids won’t see any of that.  My kids will only see me for who I am not what I am wearing, not what my hair looks like and certainly not whether I’ve recently had my brows threaded.

I failed though.  I wasn’t that mom.  Nope.  I was still the girl hiding behind the camera.  I had just morphed into that mom hiding behind the camera.  I didn’t want to be that mom.  I don’t want to be that mom.

I decided that I need to change.  I need to push the envelope some more.  I need to break through boundaries.  I need to engage in a 30 day challenge of self portraits.  Why?  So, I can become comfortable in front of the lens.  So, I can become that mom.  I can be the mom in pictures.  I can be present in my children’s lives without worrying about my hair or my eyebrows or the circles under my eyes.  Okay, so maybe I will actually worry about the circles and the brows and all that good stuff.  Instead of worrying about it though maybe it is time to actually do something about it….take better care of myself so that I can take better care of my babypants.  That’s what this is all about.  Being present.  Being there.  Being that mom.

Who is up for the 30 day challenge?  You can follow me on instagram to check out my progress.  I have posted my first two self portraits already. What do you think?

xoxo,

boss lady

Welcome to the long awaited update on my super strenuous summer training program.  It’s often referred to as the couch to 5k.  I started the c25k program back in June.  You can read all about that here if you feel so inclined.

There have been a few stumbling blocks along the way to completing this program and I’ve only just completed week 4.  I actually thought for a minute there that week 4 might never end but I was able to knock out the final day of week 4 on Sunday.  Last week was a bitch of a week with some blood, sweat and tears shed along the way. 

Let’s reverse the order and talk tears.  Whose tears you ask?  My tears?  5 minute increments of running too much for me?  Bringing me to my knees crying?  No.  Not yet at least anyway.  Check back after next week though. 

Back to the tears.  We are talking about babypants.  He’s been having some major meltdowns and malfunctions lately.  Or for the past 7.5 months.  Whichever one comes first.  Last week culminated in his decision to quit napping during the day.  He must be unionized because he went on strike last week.  There were many tears shed.  Many sleepless nights and sleepless days.  Getting out of the house was a major complication.  Getting dressed on most days was a major complication to be honest.  His strike was difficult but I crossed the picket line and made sure that we completed the 3 days. He is currently napping now so hopefully the union of babies everywhere came to some sort of formal agreement. 

Sweat.  We are experiencing some insane, never ending heat wave.  Temperatures in the 90’s with a heat index over 100. Every. Single. Day. Last week was hot, humid and a chance of thunderstorms every day.  It’s like Florida here just without the palm trees and nice beaches.  I decided that if they could run in Florida I could probably run too.  That was motivation…I kid you not.

The culmination of my week was blood shed.  Yep, my own.  No severe life threatening injuries or loss of limbs here just a simple dog attack.  Whose dog you ask?  Oh, that would be my dog.  The crazy Chinese fighting dog.  He apparently took issue with me being in the kitchen on Saturday night and decided it best that he let me know by tearing through the delicate little toes on my left foot that propel these legs through the day.  Yes, he attacked my foot with enough force that there was blood shed.  Blood shed means that blood was dripping on the hardwood floors by the way.  This was no simple skin abrasion.  No, this was a full on attack.  He is crazy but clearly I am crazier for keeping him.

So that concludes the blood, sweat and tears of pounding the pavement and completing the 4th week of the c25k. I handled it like a boss.

xoxo,

boss lady

Dear Babypants,

It’s time for sleep.  Seriously.  Your shenanigans are bordering on the baby version of the beibs and bynes right now.  I get that they are all over the news.  In fact, bynes made the news this morning for wearing her wig and sunglasses while babbling to herself and chowing down in public. Beibs, meanwhile, was doing something with a monkey recently and then something with a former president.  Maybe they look cool to your babyself.  With the monkeys and wigs…I get it.  But really if there was a baby tabloid, you would be the cover every week.  I’m here to tell you as your mother that you’re headed down the wrong path.  The milkbar is closed.  Go to sleep little baby.  You’ll feel better after a nap.  I promise.

Xoxo,

Boss lady

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