Sleeping or Lounging; she keeps her cool until I bring it up

I knew it would happen and I was okay with it. Mentioning it was my downfall. The dialogue went like this when I got home from work yesterday.

Newmaforma:I see you are still in your pajamas. I am glad to see that you've been able to just chill with G around the house today. (Opposed to trips to the MD on most days for blood tests, etc, etc. -ed.)

A: These aren't pajamas they are LOUNGE WEAR. (Pointing from shoulder to toes with both index fingers while shaking her head in a bobbling motion that is a sign of attitude and a coming "discussion".)

NF: They are pajamas...it's what you sleep in.

A: No. I slept in a night gown, I changed into this at two-oclock.

NF: Oh, you changed INTO them? They are pajamas.

A: Yes, I changed into them. They are LOUNGE WEAR as I am wearing them in the daytime to LOUNGE IN and I am wearing underwear as well.

Then we were done.

Upping the Anti for the Reconstruction

Forest Park here in P-Town has a 30-mile-or-so long trail from the Zoo north to Germantown Rd as well as numerous other routes along the way. A and I strolled a section casually during our first date. Stu and I miss-calculated the distance from G-town Rd to the swank NW 23rd and achieved an epic day on many of the trails. N'bor Dave and I found a lost dog and got a case of beer as reward for re-uniting dog and owner on the Leaf Erikson. In the past, when I have had time enough to hike or trail run beyond a quick trip to Mt. Tabor; I've gone to Forest Park.

Today, E, Gav and I made a short trip of it on the Wildwood from the Zoo to Pittock Mansion and back. This was my first outing beyond the pavement of our neighborhood for rehab. E barely broke a sweat, I about bonked from my gimp condition and Gav sucked down a bottle of formula, took a crap and a nap before getting tired of smelling my stink.

Hiking with baby lesson #1 is to never pack the butt-wipes with the ice pack that keeps the bottle of formula cold. Clearing crap from around his junk with a frozen block of wipes is totally ineffective.

G Rated

A Totally Different Year

This time last year I was getting amped up to race cyclocross in an effort to gain some fitness for one last season of racing on the road and track prior to Gavin being born and an indefinate bike racing/coaching hiatus. For my swan song I even got a bunch of 40+ men to don spandex zebra suits under the guise that they looked cool! They thought they did...but they didn't.

Clearly my plan was derailed. The irony is that even the day before the hip was broken I struggled to motivate myself to go for a ride. Instead I built a workbench. I was gaining weight; not losing it, and certainly not putting in the necessary base miles for my expectations. The broken bones and rehab zeroed out my odometer of perspective. All of it was merely build up to handle the Hell month that followed Gavin's delivery.

But Hell month is over and we are all home. Cyclocross season is just about to start and it is safe to say there will be no old men in Zebra print this fall. Even the young one is excited about that.

I -heart- PDX bike paths