Playing Catch Up
I really shouldn’t go a week without talking to you guys because then I have 8,264 photos and 6,593 stories that I feel like I have to share with you in 1 giant post.
Except that is a slight exaggeration, because all you really missed was me talking about spring and how it is the ficklest (←99.9% sure that’s a word) of all the seasons. We start the day out needing jackets and gloves, then it gets really warm and I think I’m going to die from heat exhaustion and then 1 hour later I need my parka again. We leave the house now with t-shirts on, but I pack 4 jackets and a blanket just in case the weather changes abruptly. Spring in NYC is giving me major trust issues.
There are a million different baby gyms and baby classes you can visit in NYC. Unfortunately, the classes average about $50 for a 30 minute session (so roughly $700 for 1 class a week for 4 months) and we are normal, so we can’t afford that. I’ve got a system though and it seems to be working out quite nicely. Each week we pick a new baby class and attend the first free trial class. I take the schedule from the receptionist and say, “I’ll be sure to talk to my husband about this – we would love to join!” which isn’t a lie because I will tell Dave all about the class, and we would love to join…but only if we win the lottery. Then we never go back and we pick a new class the following week and do the whole thing over again. Based on the classes offered in our area, my plan should keep Atlas occupied (for free) for 8 weeks. We’ve done gym classes, story classes and music classes and all the different classes so far have done bubbles and Atlas loves that part so I bought him some bubbles for $2 and we’ve been doing that in the park (for free). He laughs his head off watching Ob try to eat the bubbles and Ob wears herself out chasing the bubbles. It is a win all the way around.
Oh, and Dave pushed the jogging stroller for the first time.
We went for a 5 mile run through Central Park together last weekend and I thought for sure I would smoke Dave since he offered to push Atlas, but that wasn’t the case. He kept an 8:10 pace through the entire hilly loop and we finished together. My competitive ego was (very) wounded. When I push that beast of a stroller I struggle to keep my pace below a 9 minute mile. It is like running with a parachute for me, but Dave made it look easy. But more importantly than the debate over who is the fastest member of the Andrews’ household is the fact that Atlas did amazing on the run. He only fussed twice, and one of those times was when Dave ran the stroller into me. Oh, did I forget to mention that part? My husband tried to take me out with the running stroller. I’m telling you – we both really hate losing – it is a sickness.
And at the risk of stating the obvious, I’ll tell you that a few cookies from Levains were consumed since we last chatted.
So that’s it. You’re pretty much all caught up. What treats have you been eating? Moms out there – did you guys take your babies to ‘mommy and me’ classes?