Blog blog blog.

Yes my friends, I see your comments, emails and tweets asking me to continue blogging. And I think about it often. In fact, I found myself in the last week actually tweeting again.
But blogging? I don’t know what to talk about. Haven’t I blogged about everything already? I cringe at the idea of getting up on here talking about how hard this is. Partially because I feel like I should have this figured out by now, but also partially because I feel like a big whiny baby. 

I joined a gym last month. A fancy one that turns out to be about a 6 minute drive from my house depending on if I hit lights. I have made it 2-4 times a week since I joined. Not as consistent as I would like but certainly much better than anything I have done over the last two years. 

Francisco is 11 months now and more independent than ever. He is almost sleeping through the night, falling alseep at 6pm every night. He still wakes up between 2-4am for a bottle but will then go back to sleep until after 5:30am. He has been walking for a couple months now, opening doors, drawers, and so curious. I love it.

It has been a beautiful weekend here in Milwaukee. We spent a few hours outside yesterday. I always heard how amazing it was seeing little babies experience life for the first time but now that I actually see it first-hand, seeing Francisco feel grass, feel leaves, feel rocks…. it really is life changing. 

I just got home from the gym and need to jump in the shower. We are meeting some friends for breakfast then need to get Francisco some new pants before find a park to play at. 
Happy Sunday my friends!

Moving on.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! I finally made it to the gym last night – it felt so good to just zone out and sweat a little. I wish I could get back into morning workouts but Francisco is still all over the place with waking up in the morning. Sometimes he is up at 3:30am, sometimes he sleeps until 4:50am. Carlos is really helpful with Francisco but I’m much more of a morning person than he is so for now, morning workouts aren’t really going to work. Until then, I just have to keep pushing myself to get the evening workouts in. I am not trying to set expectations for myself too high – I would like to be consistent with just 3 to 4 times a week.

This morning, we were up at about 5am. I had plenty of time to mix up some chicken salad and put together lunches for today and tomorrow for myself.


Tonight I have a hair appt at 5pm so I’m going to run there after work, then my plan is to go home, change into workout clothes and hit the gym again. I also need to spend some time googling baby things:

  • How to get Francisco to sleep through the night.
    The doctor told us at his last appointment we should try to stop with the night time feedings. Francisco wakes up 1-3 times a night. The first time or two that he wakes up, I can get him back to sleep without eating but sometime between 2am and 4am, I will usually need to feed him to get him back to sleep. I talked with my sisters and they all said they never forced the night time feedings to stop, they just did it until the babies slept through the night on their own. I did some initial research and there is a lot of information on both sides so I guess I just need to figure out where we will land.
  • How to get Francisco to not bite.
    Yesterday when I picked him up from daycare, one of the teachers said the past couple days he has been crawling up to them and biting their knees. Francisco has his two bottom teeth and is eating more and more table food so I know a lot of babies go through this stage.
  • Baby sign language.
    I feel like I’m starting a little later on this but do want to start using baby sign language at home.

Any advice on sleeping, biting or baby sign language?


Let me try this again.

Another day where I’ve waken up feeling ready to tackle the world. So, let’s try this again. I set my workout clothes on the bed so they are there looking at me when I get home.


aaww… Mr. Iggy. My first lil’ baby! He is adjusting fairly well to Francisco. 7 months now, I cannot believe it. Iggy didn’t look at Carlos or me the first few weeks, he was so mad at us for bringing home a crying baby. But every day they seem to get along more and more. Iggy is very careful around Francisco. Francisco has so far been fairly careful with Iggy. I try to be very consistent in trying to teach Francisco to pet Iggy nicely, saying “nice doggy.” Iggy LOVES to play tug ‘o war and I’ve seen Francisco being very attentive when I play with Iggy the past month. In fact, in the past week or so, I’ve noticed Francisco will pick up one of Iggy’s toys and try to hold it up to Iggy. Iggy doesn’t really know how to respond. I’m not sure I want Francisco playing tug ‘o war with Iggy right now, I feel like Iggy and Francisco may not understand boundaries just yet and one of them will get too rough with the other. Either way, we keep a pretty close eye on both of them when they get near each other. I’m glad though that Iggy seems to be adjusting well to Francisco – I was a little nervous at first because I certainly did baby my little Iggster.

Alright friends, it’s Tuesday and we got work to do. Here’s to a day full of healthy decisions!


Work or working out.

For the first time in three weeks, I woke up this morning feeling like I was human. I felt healthy, ready to take on the day and make healthy decisions, and be productive. Bronchitis is no joke, it knocked me down for the better part of three weeks. I still have a lingering cough but my doctor said that would probably linger for another week or so. Either way, it is nowhere close to being as bad as it was.

Before heading out the door this morning, I packed lunches for Francisco and myself, put dinner in the crock pot and then went back to the bedroom to set aside workout clothes for tonight. I told Carlos that I absolutely NEEDED to go to the gym tonight after Francisco went to bed. I set clothes out so that it was just that much easier for me to feel prepared.


We were all out of the house by 7am. Carlos drops Francisco off at daycare in the mornings so I am usually  at work by about 7:25am. Work today included 7 meetings, extending a couple offers, eating lunch at my desk while I listened to voicemails, and sending a crazy number of emails. At 4:15pm, I scrambled to leave work and rushed to pick Francisco up from daycare. Once we got home at about 4:45pm, I alternated between playing with Francisco, making dinner and catching up with Carlos on how our days went. We ate dinner and Francisco went to bed at 6pm (I know, early — a discussion for another post.) At 6:15pm, I grabbed my work laptop and turned it on.

And now, I realize it is TWO HOURS later and I haven’t moved from the couch. Another two hours of work, it’s now 8:15pm and I haven’t worked out. I worked instead of working out. Working and being a full-time parent is crazy.

Today is not a complete failure though – I still made consciously healthy decisions.

But tomorrow, tomorrow I need to work out.