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Nearly a month ago I boasted how great my first week of the 21 Day Fix went. Whelp. I haven't been able to do a single workout since. My back has been on and off a giant pain (quite literally). I rested it for several days, it started to feel better, I went out of town, and by the time I was ready to start this program back up, I was in pain again. All it takes is one twist or bend, or a hearty sneeze. ARGH. It doesn't help that I can't exactly stop using my back, especially with an almost 20-pound son that has been going through a Mama stage. Picking him up from the ground, or his crib, or lifting his car seat carrier... all lead to excruciating pain most days. So yeah, there are no lunges, squats, or planking going on here. Walking is the best I can do. (You might be wondering why I haven't gone to see a chiropractor. A combination of conflicts at work, vacation days, my chiro's limited schedule, clinic location, and office renovations have made it impossi...

Look who's 8 months old? My heart almost bursts on a daily basis. This motherhood thing...it's awesome. A little about Carter at this age: Vocals | All the time. His usual is "da da," "ba ba," "gah," or "uh-ta" in a whisper. Or a loud shriek. Or a click of his tongue. All seem to make him so happy to be communicating and he loves it when we mimic him. If only we knew what they meant. Teeth | Two! One came in shortly after he turned 7 months, and the other we noticed two weeks ago after returning home from a weekend away. It sure explains all the fussiness of late. Preference | Mama. If I am in the room, he must be in my arms or on my lap or touching me of some sort. In many instances I can't even just sit next to him on the floor...he immediately crawls onto my lap and then reaches for a toy to play with. It's so very endearing, and melts my heart. But I won't lie there have been times where I wish he would...

We recently left our little boy for 3 whole days and 2 nights while we attended DMB concerts at Alpine Valley in Wisconsin. And guess what? We all survived. AND had fun. :) Last winter, when my husband proposed we go to AV this year, I immediately said no. I had been a mother for, oh, three weeks at that point, and there was no way I was ever, ever, ever going to leave Carter's side and how dare he suggest I do. Ha. Fortunately, Jon had the good sense to know that I would have to at some point, and 7 months was surely a reasonable time to do so, and proceeded to buy tickets. He also arranged for his brother, sister-in-law, and friend to join us. He was super pumped. I was anxious.  I took Friday off work to spend the day with Carter, knowing I would benefit from some quality time with him before having to leave him. I had high hopes of a lovely day together. Instead, teething and a cold got the better of him and I spent most of the day with a fussy, clingy baby. Even our ru...