Baby Jackson is now a week and a half old, my family and I are getting settled into a nice routine, and I’ve finally unpacked my baby hospital bag. I wouldn’t consider myself an over packer, but I do like to be prepared for any situation. I guess you could call me a just-in-case packer.
Last weekend was absolutely crazy. The Mr. and Gwyneth arrived on Thursday afternoon, and, by 6am Friday morning, we were on our way to the hospital. I think baby must have heard their voices when they arrived and thought, “Yay, they’re here! Time to see the world!”
I intended to have a much more productive week. My guests went home on Monday, (back to -31F weather!) and I was going to tackle my ever growing to-do list first thing Tuesday morning. Instead, I spent the week catching up on tv shows, downloaded a few new series to binge on, and now it’s Friday and my to-do list is even bigger! With the weekend here, I think I’ll continue to relax and tackle everything starting Monday!
I read a lot of fitness blogs and I’ve noticed that everyone has an opinion on the benefit, or lack thereof, in having a personal trainer. At the end of the day, I think that whatever method gets you working out and staying healthy is the one that is right for you!
Personally, I’ve done various programs, both with and without a trainer, and I can honestly say that having a trainer makes a huge difference for me. So based on my own experience, here are my top five reasons to hire a personal trainer.
I stumbled upon this recipe from Juli Bauer a few years ago when I first began the paleo journey. And after tweaking and personalizing it slightly, it’s become a staple in my house. Perfectly sweetened and absolutely amazing, it goes so well with everything: homemade yogurt (if you eat dairy), berries, almond milk, and dark chocolate bits, to name a few. I adore cereal so it’s nice to have an option that is guilt-free and won’t give me a crazy sugar rush, like my beloved Apple Jacks used to do.
Today’s a great day! Gwynnie and the Mr. arrived from Barbados yesterday afternoon, which means our baby boy can now make an appearance. No more taking it super easy afraid my family wouldn’t be here for his delivery. Today I think I’ll do a little exercising, maybe go for a walk or head over to the gym.
And, even more exciting, we can finally focus on narrowing down our list of 10 possible names. 10 names?! I know it seems like a lot, but, believe me, we’ve made progress. The last two months though have been so insane that we haven’t had the chance to get beyond these 10 names. But now we’re all together, and we can finally focus on naming our son. So today’s a good day.
My daughter, Gwyneth, is 5 and a half, and in about a week she’s going to officially be a big sister! I know she’s incredibly excited, especially since she recently asked if she could bring her new baby brother to show and tell. I’m pretty optimistic and believe (perhaps foolishly) that because Gwyneth is a little older that the transition of bringing home a new baby will go smoothly. She handled the new dog really well! Ha, who am I kidding? Of course there will be days when it’ll be a challenge, and I’ll let you know the day when she thinks her life is ruined because her messy baby brother keeps chewing on her toys.
With both my pregnancies, the third trimester has felt a lot longer than it actually is. Getting out of bed is a bit more like ungracefully rolling to one side and flopping onto the floor, and putting on shoes takes so much energy I sound like I just ran up a flight of stairs and need to rest for a minute to catch my breath. Continue reading