The State of Things

I feel like I've been losing a lot of my day to day happenings on the blog here, in favor of recipes and trips and crafts and whatnot. And while they're all well and good (and traffic driving), the thing I love most about my blog is keeping track of the little stuff. So here's what's been going on lately...

                John has started a new job! Although it's with the same company, it's in a different branch. So now instead of commuting to Delaware every day, he's heading over the bridge into Jersey. He's pretty pumped about it, which means I'm pumped about it. Plus, word on the street is that he'll get to work from home at least one day a week so that's kinda cool. But I'm pretty sure him working from home doesn't mean 'watch Gabe while I run to Target by myself', right? That's probably a no-no?

John is also taking me away this weekend to a top-secret location to celebrate (sans babe)Mother's Day...last year. See, not sure if you can tell from my post (omg tiny Gabe!) about it, but I wasn't too thrilled with how things turned out last year, on my first official Mother's Day. I had a major pity party for myself and the only guests were my raging hormones. I let John know exactly how I felt, not having any elaborate plans made for me, when in my opinion, I try to go above and beyond for everyone else. It was a rough day.  So being the smart husband he is, the very next day he turned around and made plans for this year. Needless to say, I can't wait!!!

I've been busy lately, mostly making lists of lists. I've got a few Bottle Pop events in the next few months, plus you know I've already started on Gabe's 2nd birthday party. The theme is chosen, invites have been designed and now the fun part, scouring etsy for fun accessories. Before that though, I'm doing a (hopefully) gorgeous Mother's Day brunch for my mom and fiiiinally getting an amazing photoshoot together.

I've also been spending two mornings a week doing physical therapy for my herniated disk. And you know what guys? It's worked freakin worders. For the past six weeks, I've had pretty much zero pain. Going from debilitating, hunched over back pain to completely normal in under three months is kinda amazing to me. I owe it all to my therapist, Mark, from Penn Therapy. I go in, I lie around on a heating pad for awhile, I get a massage, then do my stretches then hit the gym. What's sad is that this is my alone time and I loooove it. I'm so so happy that things seem normal again. I had a huge smile on my face this weekend, walking from the parking lot into Macys and around the store not having a second of pain. Three months ago, something that simple would have been almost impossible. So yay therapy!

Then there's Gabe. Who has Fred Flintstone feet. See, I took him into the kiddie shoe store to pick out some new kicks. The girl working there, ever so helpfully, told me that the shoes I had him in were basically binding his feet like girls in China or whereever. The rounded toe of his sneakers was forming his foot on a curve, when his square-like foot needs a square-like shoe. The things they don't tell you in parenting class. The shoe looked and felt like it fit fine but here I am, deforming my kid's feet. I believe there's an award for that sort of thing, called Mother of the Year? Luckily, he's expected to grow a bit more in his lifetime, so if I get him in the right shoes for his quarry-lovin' feet, he should be good to go soon. So I sucked up my vanity for his shoes (fun bright blue roundy-toe Sauconys) and bought him the shoes that would fit his feet properly. Luckily they're not fug.

So yeah, that's what we've been doing. Riveting, isn't it?