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Chronicling my under-rested over-caffeinated attempts to not totally suck at being a pro cyclist/mom/attorney.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The open road appears to agree with the Dman

Dman and his Prababcha (Ukrainian Great Gramma)















We are back from our southwestern Thanksgiving odyssey. We covered some ground...We spent Thanksgiving in Los Alamos, NM (where the Hubs is from). Davebro and his GF Alisha came down from Boulder along with Tia Chris. All got to meet the Dman for the first time. Pics to follow hopefully soon once they are retrieved from the Hubs' camera.

Dman was a superstar road tripper. Even though we drove through several states, his fave place to detonate his diaper was southwest Colorado (Mancos on the way down, Pagosa Springs on the way back). We gave him bottles (of breastmilk and formula) and I pumped so there was no stopping for feeding. Diaper changes gave the Dman (and us) a chance to stretch our legs. Its an awesome drive so there are lots of great places to stop.

Dman and the Hubs logging a little coffee shop time in Durango















The Dman was showered with lots of attention in New Mexico. It was great. Amazingly, he slept through most nights (thanks to the real crib Gramma and Grampa!). Tia Jane watched the Dman so the Hubs and I got to ride with Davebro and Alisha (haven't done that in a while). On actual Thanksgiving we did a sweet hike out Deer Trap Mesa. Since the Hubs hurt his back, I carried the Dman in the ergo. He totally dug the piercing blue skies, washed-out red of the rocks and brown green of the conifers.

Tia Jane had volunteered to cook a turkey--but it seemed wrong to have a veg-head cook a turkey (especially since we got our turkey fill when Nonna came to visit)--so we made Thanksgiving tamales after the hike! It was a total process but it more or less worked and was a really fun thing to do with Tia Jane and Sid. Grampa George, Davebro and Tia Chris came over to help with assembly. Dman was super strung out on account of a unflappable anti-nap campaign--but he zonked out before we even sat down to dinner and several glasses of vino (and perhaps some scotch) were enjoyed. We had lots of yumminess including pies baked by Alisha.

On Saturday we headed home with a stop in Ridgway, CO to see the peeps. We stayed at my old house with Homefry (who cheffed up a ridankulous French-inspired feast). Debby and Kinsey, MonkE and Anglia and Danika and her new SO came over and showered the Dman with some more attention and custom onesies.

The next morning we had breakfast with my old boss Andy and his family. The Hubs watched the Dman and I got to go for a quick ride with Debby, Kinsey and Homefry. They all took it easy on me and it was amazing to absorb some of that San Juan goodness.

On the way home from Ridgway, I asked the Hubs to rate our trip and this is how we responded:
"A+ for Dman; We started out good, horrible middle, good ending. So about normal--actually better than normal because our road trips usually start out bad." (The Hubs and I had a big blowout the day after Thanksgiving on a ride. Coach K saw the file and asked if I went for a run that day on account of 6 miles being traveled over and hour and a half).

So there it is.

We are getting back into the swing of things here in the 801. The laundry and dishes pile and I race around late for everything and totally frazzled.

Dman is adjusting pretty well even though he is not sleeping as well at night as he was on vacation. Oh well. He was happy to see his daycare bud Sloaners yesterday.






Thursday, November 22, 2012

Not to jinx it buuuut .....

Dman is rocking this road trip to New Mexico. He had us up and out the door of our hotel in Moab by 6 am. It worked out great for us to meet his Zia Meredith--who took time out of her crazy busy executive day--for coffee in Durango late morning. She called him her "swarthy muffin".

Aside from a massive pooh blowout in Mancos it has been awesome SO FAR.



Monday, November 19, 2012

Not a great packing strategy

Holy hell traveling with the Dman...Take the typical circus of the hubs and I trying to leave town and multiply by a million. Thank god we have the limosienna, it's the only way to fit all his crap! He's a professional cycling team of 8 rolled into 15 lbs of baby bear. Its astounding.

To add to the adrenaline, instead of packing yesterday our brief stopby at the Woodies morphed into a several hour extravaganza . And people kept showing up! Coach, Lauren, mini, Kat....and the drinks kept getting poured.

Before Dman eventually zonked out, he enjoyed some light reading with Uncle Nubrie. Super fun time even though it was the shit show circus trying to leave town...



Monday, November 12, 2012

Nonna visits!

Uncle Glennbro and the Dman

















Nonna came to visit this weekend.  Uncle Glennbro also flew in for his first Dman meetup. My mom cheffed up an early Thanksgiving, did some serious bonding with the Dman and cleaned our house and did all our laundry.


Dman oversees the kitchen activities

















She was also here for the Dman's first "solid" food: organic rice cereal. That was awesome (there better not be any haters out there judging me for doing solid food at 4 months--hate the game--my shitty ass milk supply--not the player).



Nonna lands some airplanes
Goodnight Moon (I prefer "Go the F&^% to Sleep")

Nonna ran interference on some Dman blowouts too (blowout not pictured)




Glennbro and I downward dogged on Friday afternoon because that's how these sibs roll...Glennbro has become a SERIOUS yogi--it was super cool to be a major weakling in his presence. Sure he's super strong and can do crazy poses--but he has totally GOTTEN IT because the thing I was most impressed by was his ability to FLOAT his from downward dog to the top of the mat. Float like a butterfly! I was a mess in this core class and was finding myself having very un-yogi feelings toward the instructor ("you can do it even if you think you can't!") It was in the style of "L.A. styles drop and give me 20" yoga (copyright Erin).  BUT, the journey of 1000 miles...right?

We also got a big snowstorm here in the 801. Pretty sweet.  On Saturday, Nonna hung with the Dman while the Hubs, Glennbro and I did a spin class at the new Ride On studio. I was not super into the class--having hope that it would actually be a cycling workout and not an aerobics class on a bike. In spite of the class falling firmly in the category of the LATTER, it was still fun to exchange snarky looks with the Hubs.  "You would SOOOO never do this on a bike!"
Wonder why cyclists have such d-bag reputations? 

Nonna cheffed up an amazing Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday night too. We had early Thanksgiving and then the Jowegawas and a high-on-life Woody came over for some after dinner drinks and hang time. Oh and amazing, yummy treats that my mom cheffed up. In between cooking a turkey, watching the Dman and cleaning our house.

Woody had a great day of skiing in Little Cottonwood Canyon and J9 was out of town so we got a RAUCOUS but happy Woody. It was pretty awesome because we now know the Dman can sleep through some serious decibels.

On Sunday we did a sweet walk in snowy City Creek. Dman snoozed for almost the whole time in the Ergo all snuggled in the Hubs' down jacket.

It was a great weekend.
The Red Baron flies again!
Peruvian sweater courtesy of Auntie J9

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Let's get this party started


Dman oversees the completion of my irrelevant absentee ballot

Election day! While my vote doesn't count for shit nationally, it does make a difference in some of the local stuff.

And yeah, things are happening here.
Last night Richie came over to motivate my jelly ass to start doing my strength workouts. He demo'ed some of the crazy exercises Coach K has me doing and then gave me some form checks. And he made me do some mobility at the end of it all. Yeah finished basement! I'm super flabtastic and have no strength...but the journey of 1000 miles...
Strength coach Richie and moi
In other gnus, Dman is doing a good job on the sleeping front. Hate to jinx myself by talking about it. We are giving him a bottle of formula at night and that seems to help him sleep and then I get to pump so he can have the good stuff at daycare the next day.
ALSO, Dman had his first outing in the stroller in the big kid position, i.e. no carseat.
Kickin' it big kid styles in the strollah

Monday, November 5, 2012

The quatro

Dman turned 4 months yesterday! Check out the growth chart.

And just your general run of the mill cuteness.





The Yogurt on My Pretzels

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