Woke up early and got the 42 flights of stairs out of the way. I still haven't found a way to incorporate that without it feeling like I'm working out. But it's only day 13, I'll calm down.
3 and I walked to the bakery, sat outside and ate a chocolate croissant. While walking home, he found a very large tree. It became his castle. He fought dragons and saved a princess who sleeps underground.
There's a part of me that says "We don't have time for this! Let's go!" Another part that says "Watch your boy fight dragons. This is important." What's with all the time crunching and plans??? I don't like this part of me. I fight it with my son's pretend sword. Today I win. I'm working really really hard at this.
When I got home I put the box of goodies and baguette on the kitchen counter, I suddenly remembered Protein Powder in the cabinet right above my goodies. I slowly opened the cabinet door. Protein Powder was pissed.
Me: "Look, it's not you, it's me."
Protein Powder: "I knew this would happen."
(Long pause while we both look at the box of goodies then back to each other)
Me: "I just think we need a little...... space."
I push Protein Powder farther back into the cabinet, grabbed 3 and away we went on our bicycles. Stopping at all stairs along the way because 3 thinks going up and down stairs is fun.
We came home and decided to have a picnic on the front porch.
For lunch we had some baguette, a little cheese and pineapple.
Dinner at the in-law's: Pizza, watermelon and salad.
P.S. I'm definitely going to incorporate Shaboom's soup she made yesterday on another day. Probably not the Vodka Red Bull shots. As glamorous as that is for a single girl living in France to do during a crepe party, a stay at home mom living in Burbank throwin back a few in the middle of the day is a totally different blog.