It's been busy down here in Littleton. Tomorrow we're having a yard sale, so the house is chock full of all the stuff we don't need anymore, and it's stressing me out. Liam's into everything, of course, and his newest thing is to pile stuff up and then climb up and stand on top. Not exactly safe, especially since his favorite combo is hard-cover books and garbage cans (the little ones, like you'd have in a den). In fact, he fell off the coffee table on Saturday night. He climbed up there and started doing a little dance and, before we got to him, he stepped backwards and off the table, hitting his little face on the way down. I'm not sure who was more upset, Liam or me. He was fine, of course, with only a little bruise the next day, but after he went to bed that night (why do these things always happen at bedtime, when you just want to keep them with you?) I thought I would throw up. Such is being a mom, I guess.
Anyway, last Sunday morning, Jenn, Tiffany, and I did the Race for the Cure in downtown Denver. It's the biggest one in the US, with an estimated 55,000 people participating. Let me tell you, that's a lot of people. At one point during the race (can I mention that it's really a slow walk? It's hard to get that many people moving quickly) we had a good view of the course and the whole three miles was solid people. Amazing. Here's a picture of the three of us after the race.
That picture finally got me off my butt and back into a gym. I knew that my jeans were getting tighter, but I didn't know that I looked so wide in real life. So I am the newest member of 24 Hour Fitness, which has a beautiful new gym right by my house, complete with 50-cent-an-hour daycare. Lovely. Except that I had never left Liam anywhere before with strangers, and got a pit in my stomach just thinking about it. When we arrived for an orientation (me planning to carry him around for the hour), the gym people just assumed I wanted daycare and took us right there. The second we walked into that room (full of developmentally-appropriate toys), Liam squirmed to get out of my arms and go play. He didn't even notice when I was calling out, "Liam! Mommy's going bye-bye! I won't be long!" Didn't even look up. I almost cried.
I promise Liam pictures tomorrow!
