Yes, I have lapsed in updating both the blog, and my meals. I didn't think it had been so long, but it has been a week. I don't feel like thinking of everything, but for the most part, I kept on track. Trent and I had a lovely adult getaway to Breckenridge, CO Friday through Sunday, and I drank a few brews, a few wines, and ate some tortilla chips on Saturday night since the restaurant's food was a little awful. I will recover this week by cutting down on everything.
The trip was incredible. The weather Friday and Saturday was amazing. It was so warm, people were skiing without shirts (mostly men), one chick had a bikini on with a fur coat over it, and we even saw a gorilla in the ski lift line. The first day took us for everything we had in us. After waking at 4:00 a.m., flying out at 6:15 for a four hour flight, followed by a two hour drive we were already feeling beat. We tried to quickly adjust to the elevation and thin air but no dice. I was wobbling around the halls with vertigo as we wandered the halls of the resort attempting to find our room. The place had like three buildings none of which were attached to the lobby. We don't usually ride the day we arrive for this very reason, but time was of the essence and therefore we ventured out. Well, my new boots I bought solely because my damn feet grew again during my pregnancy didn't fit. As soon as I put them on to walk outside they hurt like hell. I rode in them anyway, and I felt like a ballerina with her bloody, bound feet stuffed into her toe shoes. My toes were numb, my shins were borderline bruised, and after we came in, I had to walk in my socks through the wet-ass parking garage because I couldn't stand another moment in them. the next morning, I had to buy new boots. Luckily a board shop in town had a pair in my size and they were great. Phfew. That is y round about way of saying how tired we were the first day. Add a few drinky-poos on the deck and at dinner, and the Walters were down for the count. It felt like we had slept for hours and hours that night, and perhaps we did. You realize what a treasure eight hours of sleep is when you haven't had it in about a year.
Our return yesterday marked
the one week countdown to my return to work. Sad. I have loved my time home where Monday is no different than any other day; where days aren't rushed; dinner has become a family affair, and each day begs the question, "Where are we going today Mom." Since we did not win the Mega Millions, I will indeed return to work. I told Lyla
I had to start going to work again, and she replied, "You don't have to go to work if you don't want to Mom." So innocent, so cute. I treasure the moments I've shared with these little girls, and will cherish even more the mornings and weekends I have with them going forward. I do love my girls.
Monday April 4th Meals:
Breakfast: Scrambled eggs, one link of sausage, tomato
Snack: Lara Bar
Lunch: Ordered salad at airport but it was so awful, I threw it out.
Snack: One package of peanuts on the plane
Dinner: Chef salad
Tuesday April 5th Meals:
Breakfast: CLEAN smoothie
Lunch: Grilled chicken
Dinner: Lamb shoulder, frisee salad with egg, asparagus
2 Frescas
2 Waters
d one was held longer then spit out, and the third bite stayed in there and eventually made it down. No chewing of course, but something went on in there. Her eyes got huge and buggy while we were in her grille like, "What the H are you two doing in my face with this stuff." We'll take it slow now since she's not even four months. I'm in no rush to start the feeding. It means me steaming veggies and packing trays of frozen trays with mini meals for the next six months!
