Getting older

The spring has been such a flurry of activities that it hasn't left me much time to watch TV, get on the computer, etc. I think it's been a good thing. Goodbye winter.

Trading off with that has been exercise and staying busy. And this past month I've felt my age creeping in on me. I'm 31. That's still young, right? I realize I'm not in my twenties anymore and that I've had a baby, but come on, really? I've been exercising quite a bit and even though I remember to stretch most times (mostly beforehand) I end up pulling a muscle or being so sore afterwards that it takes me a few days to recover. I went on a run last week that made me feel great and so alive and strong...but it also left me limping around all weekend, especially after being idle for awhile. It's not fun seeing this change in your body, especially when I feel healthier in many ways than I did at 22. Grr...

I asked around and it sounds like I need to do more stretching afterwards and eat more protein. Drink lots of fluids, etc, etc. So much to remember in order to be active and healthy, jeesh.

Life has been full though and I'm really loving it. Maggie seems to be growing like a bean. Age 2 so far is really fun. I love talking with her, seeing her remember events or people, talk about her day in disjointed words, or cuddling with her. I hope she never loses her baby smells, I'm so going to miss that one day when I realize it's gone.

Breather

One minute I'm in a winter wonderland surrounded by so many feet of snow and fresh powder and the next minute I'm surrounded by green rolling hills and blooming wildflowers. Our days have been very full and I've been taking it one day at a time, not sure how else to do it. It's working for the most part.

I have been enjoying reading people's blog and facebook posts more than doing any posting on my end. In the past few weeks, I've skiied and spent a weekend away with hubby, rode enough miles in the Party Pardee ride with our bike team to feel exhausted/great at the end of the day, played softball games, and mountain biked with girls from the team. Good times, except bike on roof rack + overfilled brain = crunched roof rack and some scratches. Crap. Work got a little stressful this past week and my head was in the clouds no matter how much hubby reminded me NOT to drive in the garage that night. I needed a stop sign or some kind of blockade in the garage to stop me.

Saw this on a blog post last week and it made me daydream. I've never wanted a permanent tatoo (instead, I went the tongue ring route in college) but I saw this and it got me thinking about tattoos that are cool. With all the tatoo talk in our house (the wash-off kind), you'd think we were covered in ink.

Maggie is two, but she says she is "sixyearsold" as one long word (inspired by a little girl at the park last weekend who said she's 6). She's still a shrimp but growing taller and I'm happy to be phasing out some winter clothes in preparation for summer. She is lucky to have a TON of hand-me-downs, I mostly go shopping in Maggie's closet. She's really chatty and some of the funny phrases she's been saying are "oh man" and "yeah, sure". When I came home from mountain biking and had dirt on my legs, she says "momma dirty" and then looks up at me with a concerned face and says "fall?". I love this little girl, she makes me laugh a lot. When we drive through a tunnel near our house, she asks us to honk and then laughs. Everything is "me do it" and then "help momma" if she can't figure it out. 

We got lettuce and some other spring vegetables in the garden, we'll see if this spring weather lasts long enough for them to produce. Excited for tomato season to be here soon!