Patience

Considering that I've always been late everywhere, motherhood has not cured that obnoxious aspect of my personality--nay, it's made it worse. Last Wednesday everything was lined up for me to take a yoga class, a very precious opportunity that my husband carefully facilitated by getting home from work at a certain time, but because I have mild ADD and absolutely had to get one more load of laundry in the washer before I left, I was extremely late getting to the studio and the door was locked. Which made me very pissed and sad. Because you know what happens when you do a load of laundry? Later? There's more laundry.

So I came home and told MSH I was going downstairs to do a yoga video.* So after folding two loads of laundry (it was there!) I started a yoga video. Now, I like this yoga video, but when you only have forty-five minutes, you notice new things about your yoga video--like it's very slow-paced. I was very impatient to get to some juicy standing poses, but she just kept doing an extremely simple sun salutation, with plenty of amplified ujaiyi breathing in each pose. I kept skipping and fast-forwarding through the sequence, with this terrible mind of, "I don't need this! I don't have time for this! Give me the yoga I WANT RIGHT NOW!" I realized this was not a very beneficial mind for anything, particularly not yoga. But also, I eventually realized if I was going to be such a baby about it, I could just do my *own* practice.

So I turned off the video and did the poses that I WANTED TO DO right then.

*Yes, it's actually a DVD. Get off my lawn!

Come Due

My son's decided today is the day to point out where we haven't baby-proofed. So far he's discovered (and whined when he is deprived of:)

The fertilizer under the kitchen counter
The potting soil under the kitchen counter
The powder cleanser in the FLOOR LEVEL hall cupboard (duh)

In my defense, there was no good place to put the fertilizer and potting soil that was accesible to the side-porch pot garden, where it is used.

He is also teething, and so very cranky and fussy, but Tylenol Infant Drops are our friend.

Yoga Country

Due to circumstances outside of my control, I have to go to Nashville next week to do two days of yoga with Jimmy to keep my yoga teacher certification. Planning a trip with five to six days notice would cause me stress at the best of times, but considering I have a nine-month-old son, the stress is off the hook. I had been planning to go on a similar trip to Wisconsin the first weekend in October, giving me an additional three or four weeks to prepare a stash of pumped breast milk. (Yes, he's still mostly on breastmilk; he was a slow starter on solids. But he loves Cheerios, and he's had a little salmon and some peas...) I found out on Tuesday afternoon that the Wisconsin studio was canceling their weekend workshop, three weeks before, and Nashville was my last option or lose my teaching certification. At this point, I've never stayed a night away from the wee boy. I'm sure it will be fine; he'll be with my mother-in-law, whom I love and trust completely, and my husband, nights.

Most of the stress has been taken care of because I actually figured out that the Nashville studio (whose staff has been incredibly gracious and accommodating!) will let me come to two days of what is actually a two-week teacher training session, and I've booked the tickets. So now I have a framework, this trip IS happening, I can just plan around it now. (ie, pump like hell!)

The weird thing is I was or am in some sense *excited* for the trip. I'll get to do two hot yoga classes a day, for two days. I know that will feel amazing. I'll get three nights of uninterrupted sleep, oh frabjus joy SLEEP! But I tried very hard (and failed) to find a flight home the third night instead of staying that last night in Nashville... because I know I'm going to be missing my sweet little boy like crazy. I hope he doesn't even notice I'm gone... Not to mention I'll be pumping every three hours during the day while I'm in Nashville... which is everybody's idea of vacation fun.

Oh and before I leave for Nashville on Monday, I'm going for one night (this was supposed to be my warm-up away from the boy, month before the real thing) to the beach with the gals, Saturday. It will be a lot of fun, if I can do 87 things on Friday, and relax once I'm at the beach. Haw haw.

September Summer in the City

Today I went to a new baby store in the Fremont neighborhood. Afterward I had a sandwich and learned about Lenin, and enjoyed the fabulous weather--65 degrees, sunny, light breeze. This is what is supposed to be like in September in Seattle. I feel lucky to live in such a beautiful, temperate city. I nursed Cameron out-of-doors in the piazza, as it were. By the time we'd driven home, he was asleep, and I was sleepy, so I just leaned the driver's seat back and went to sleep myself. The birds were tweetling, and as I drifted off, one of my neighbors (I wonder who) was playing the harmonica. I had a nice nap.

How the other half moisturizes

How the other half moisturizes
Originally uploaded by NiceMarmot

Somewhere in north Central Washington, I photographed this bottle of lotion in the ladies' restroom in a country club. You can really feel how CLASSIC and ELITE this club is by looking at their lotion. Good thing it's got mink oil (!) in it. Gawd.