Peek-a-boo!

So many things have been going on with Babygirl these days. She's taking more steps each day, she's into figuring out how things open, gathering things and putting them in various containers, she continues to love slides at the playground, and she's learning new words each day. I've also had some nice extended times/day hanging out with her.

Lately she's been against having her diaper changed, so like most things, we had to make a game out of it. While she's laying on her back, getting ready to be changed, we play peek-a-boo. Something she manged to learn at 11month, and several months later, she's still hamming it up, and loving the game of peek-a-boo. Sometimes she even covers my face so that I can play peek-a-boo with her. As you can imagine, it's full of laughter, smiles, and it's all so cute.


On a side note, it's been difficult trying to stay fit and exercise. Something that has been helpful is squeezing a stress ball at work with one hand, working the forearms. Such a simple exercise and a mild burn in the forearms has led to them getting stronger, which has helped me push past my previous threshold of the number of consecutive push-ups I could do. Perhaps all this time, it wasn't about me being weak but more the stabilizing muscles that allow me to do push ups were weak, any thoughts?

Other than that if I didn't commute by bike, who knows what I would look like or feel like. As we approach almost 2 years of living in our condo, I'm quickly approaching the approx 2000 mile mark of biking. My lifetime mileage of biking is probably closer to 2700 miles. Other than my life with my family, faith in God, prayer, and biking have been one of the most important things to healthy/happy living. Any other dads commuting by bike?

Doubleback

For whatever reason, my schedule allowed me this past Sunday to run errands with Babygirl. I got out of work early, and Babymamma had some assignments to finish, so she sent me on the monthly Trader Joe's run, while also stopping at the New Balance Outlet Store to return some shoes.

You can only imagine that Babydaddy was excited to go out alone with his Babygirl. Babygirl was well behaved in the car, we sang some songs, and ran our errands. Despite the craziness of crashing carts at TJ's, and mad white people sporting Patagonia, Mountain Hardware, North Face, Marmot, and Arc'Teryx all for a shopping trip on a cold Sunday in the city via car(not by bike, snowshoeing, skiing, etc. This is obviously a whole different topic, but c'mon is it really necesary?).

Anyways, after a successful trip and many laps around the store, we left feeling good. No meltdowns, no crying, Babygirl was happy with some pretzels and a bottle of water. On the way home, I glanced back and noticed her sleeping, and also that a shoe was missing! I waved my arm towards the floor hoping that Babygirl had kicked it off while I was still driving, no shoe. When we arrived home, there was no shoe to be found anywhere, but Babygirl was still asleep.

After handing Babygirl to Babymamma, I said, "We lost a shoe, I'm going back to TJ's to find her shoe." She was like "Really?" "Ya shoes are expensive, . . . peace." In the back of my neurotic mind I was thinking, "Great, the one time that I go out with Babygirl I lose a shoe, this will be the last time I'll get to go out unsupervised, or more importantly it shows how I'm really careless, or can't multi-task, etc., etc."

Doubling back to TJ's with some traffic, I got to the parking lot, and lo and behold, found the shoe underneath a Porsche SUV(what kind of outdoorware do you think the owner was sporting?), the shoe must have fallen off when I hastily took Babygirl out of the shopping cart and into the cat. Not sure why I was hurrying, yes it was cold outside, but it's not like the car was warm.

Lesson learned, no more hasty exits from the shopping cart, therefore avoiding to double back, waste gas, waste money, and waste time on a Sunday. Worst of all, by the time I came back, Babygirl was already in bed, doh!

Am I still in the running for Babydaddy of the year?