...And there went May.

Okay, so May was an absent month for blogging.  And I was on vacation for two weeks.  Oops.  Our time away in Key West, however, did include staying in a place that had the suckiest wireless connection ever, if that is any excuse.

Tonight Josh is off seeing a movie (X-Men.  who cares?), which is only fair since he gave me my own mental health break this evening in the form of a yoga class (letting me go to one, not actually leading it... but if you know Josh you knew that already).  I inspired someone at yoga tonight by doing urdhva dhanurasana, or upward facing bow or wheel pose--whichever you prefer.  He told me often complained about doing that pose, but felt like seeing my 7-month gestational belly reaching for the sky made him relinquish the excuses.  It was nice to feel inspirational, even if I did inspire him through shame.... a little. :)

I have to say that tonight's yoga teacher has inspired me in a shameless way to greet the unknown with a warm and open smile.  Or at least try.  I am starting back to work tomorrow after two weeks away--and my week is going to suhh-huck since I am supervising residents EVERY single clinic session this upcoming week.  Yikes.  I feel like I need to strategically plan my treats to myself to get through the week.  Anyway, I'm anticipating lots of "how was vacation?"'s as well as comments around how pregnant I look, and I am going to do my best to be as bright as can be rather than wallow in the fact that I am stuck in clinic ALL DAY, EVERY DAY this week.  (Okay, so maybe I need to wallow a little bit just to get it all out.)

Continuing on in the practicing positivity vein, Josh and I did a pretty amazing job at creating a room for Elena this weekend.  Our guest bedroom had previously been a repository for beds, CDs, old loose photos, and lots of other crap.  It really lacked character, and often contained ALL the laundry in one huge messy pile.  Now it is a lavender haven of fun for Elena, complete with our new hand-me-down pink kitchen, pictured below with not my child:


I love Elena's room so much that I foresee spending lots of time there.  It's junk-free (minus the closet, but being able to close those doors helps ignore that fact) with clean walls, and she keeps running from one thing to the next, mostly bringing me concoctions from her kitchen with a chipper, "Here, Mommy!"  When we returned from Florida she kept rushing from the sink with her mini-pot to Isaac's face, encouraging him to drink what she had "put" in the pot ("Here, Isaac!").  He didn't appreciate it as much as I do--at least I pretend there is something in the pot instead of turning my nose away.  Sheesh.  Dogs--how rude!

Having Elena in her own room is weird.  Suddenly our bed feels huge again.  Of course, this is only night #2 of non-cosleeping.  Last night she would have been with us for the latter half of the night if she had just settled back down and went to sleep, but her constant stirring and whining led to Josh snuggling with her in her bed instead.  It's all a process, right?

Here is a picture of my cute kid at the beach.  This was around the time she started throwing sand: