Fitting Room

A couple of weeks ago, I stranded myself on the Island of No More Shorts which was not hard to do since I owned two pairs of shorts that fit. Shorts Pair One, a red and white striped long short from ATay Loft were even a little tight around the waist, but they were the only casual pair in the rotation. Shorts Pair Two are just a pair of nylon joggers, unfit for pairing with certain tops. So off Baby Girl and I went to Target for the trying on and purchase of a new pair of shorts for the rotation. I know you are wondering how I got to Target if I was stranded on the aforementioned Island. And thank goodness Baby Girl is chunky enough to hold in front of me as I walk through parking lots pantsless. Hey-oooo.

I will spare you the "I Cannot Believe How Much My Body Has Changed" spiel, but as I attempted, in the manner of a competitor in a potato-sack race, to try on shorts, I still could not believe the audacity J.Lo had in trading her post-preg body for my petite one. What was I to DO with these rumpled curves, so unseemly and difficult to negotiate non-elastic waistbands? Somewhere, J. Lo is bouncing a twin babe on each of her knees and getting mad compliments about her tautness, but why are her ankles so white and bony?

Anyway, as I was examining the folly of a size that rhymes with Twix and how my closet will not be filled with Twixes for a long long time, I glanced down at Baby Girl who, I kid you not, was looking up at me with equal parts HORROR and HORROR, as though to say, "Mom, please consider not leaving this fitting room in those pants a sincere act of mercy?"

I exited the fitting room with some tears in my eyes, putting the shorts back with the fitting room attendant. To no one in particular, I said, "I guess I am not the size I used to be!" a woman with an infant in a stroller perked up and said, "Oh please, I know!! I'm just so wiiiide!" That made me feel so much better, better enough to even find two pair of shorts that fit. In one day, my shorts wardrobe increased by 100%.

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I later captured the face of Baby Girl had given me earlier in the fitting room.

it's so cool i can barely believe it's mine

J. Lo, eat your heart out.

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6 months + 3 years = Infinitely Blessed

3:45a.m. I pick Baby Girl up from her crib where she is stirring and I kiss her. My lips feel as though they've been burned by her forehead. Lovey Loverpants got paged earlier and so he is at the hospital. Text messages are exchanged. Moments later and he is placing Baby Girl on my lap face down and saying, "Hang on, I need to get some KY for the rectal thermometer." He bought one on his way home. Go to bed now, he says. I'll stay with Baby Girl.***

Thank you, God, for a man that will buy a rectal thermometer from the dodgey pharmacy at 4 a.m. and use it with care.

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Three years ago on July 31, this was the part of our love story we were writing...

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Three years later and this is our love story in living color...

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Happy Anniversary, Lovey Loverpants. Happy Six Months, Baby Girl.

Namaste

Every morning, Lovey Loverpants scoops up Baby Girl from her crib and brings her out into the living room where he does Namaste Yoga. They enjoy their Daddy/Madi time, Mama enjoys her extra hour of slumber, everyone finds a little slice of peace in the morning. Evidently Baby Girl has been paying attention to what she has learned in this sacred hour. Just look at how her own practice has evolved.... Lying sun salutation

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Down Sidefacing Dog

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Warrior One

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Arch

arch

Cobra

cobra

Triangle

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She is truly a happy baby. Forgive a yoga pun.