Crossfit is tearing me up, in good and bad ways.
- The good: I wore my old (as in high school, but don't tell anyone that I'm wearing ten year old clothes) jeans to church on Sunday. They were buttoned up and everything! Not that I would ever go to church with unbuttoned pants. Especially not if I was five months pregnant and not mentally prepared for the elastic pants thing. No, definitely not me. (Don't worry, Mom. If someone else, who was not me, ever decided to go to church with their pants unbuttoned, I'm sure they would have worn a belt. You totally wouldn't have been able to tell that
myI mean that random, not me, other person's pants weren't buttoned.)
- The bad: Wednesday's workout made my bottom (we've been working on replacing the other "b" word now that we've got a little copycat-in-the-making in the house) sore. I was so sore on Thursday night that as I crawled into bed, I whispered (we really need a house with carpeting/insulated interior walls/a split floor plan) "Ow! I sat on it." Patrick didn't even need to ask what "it" was.
II. Madison got to play with her friend, Audrey, in the church foyer yesterday. I think it's funny how different their personalities are: Audrey had this HUGE grin on her face the whole time (I'm pretty sure she's consistently the happiest baby I've ever seen), while Madison was alternately frowning in concentration/very slightly smirking. Patrick and I were concerned that she would "love on" (slap) Audrey's face, like she always does with us, Bella, and the baby in the mirror. There were a few close calls, but we managed to catch her pudgy little hand at the last second each time.
Have you ever changed your vocabulary? Worn ten-year-old jeans proudly? Would you ever go to church with unbuttoned pants? Yeah, me neither. I mean, who does that? : )