Rainy Monday

It's a rainy Monday, but it's been pretty good so far.  In the last few weeks I've done a pretty good job of getting my exercise in in the mornings.  I wake up when Eleanor says so, feed her and then she hangs out in her swing while I get half an hour on the treadmill.  For now it's working great and it's a great way to start my day on the right foot.  Once I've exercised I have a smoothie.  Right now my favorite is a frozen banana, half a frozen peach, a handful of spinach, flax seed and almond milk.  What do you think Eleanor thought of my green smoothie this morning? 

I went to the Rhea Lana Consingment sale last week and found a few things for Eleanor.  My favorite find was a Moby wrap.  It's a different kind of baby wearing and I've been wanting to give the wrap a try but didn't want to spend the money without knowing if I would use it.  I found one for $12 and I'm loving it.  It isn't nearly as complicated as I feared and last night even Drew got in on it.  Each time you wrap it, it is customized to the wearer and baby, so we can both wear it when needed.  Last night is was for a fussy Eleanor and a daddy who wanted to watch football. 

I hope he's not mad that I'm posting this pictures, but I think it's awesome.  She was so content and he  could hold her for an extended period of time without tired arms or a sore back.  Win, win.  After some baby wearing time, we relaxed on the couch for the evening.  Oh, these dogs.  I'm pretty sure that Foose was 1% concerned with Eleanor and 99% concerned with Larry (if you haven't read yesterday's post then you need to go back and meet Larry). 

Drew was giving E silly kisses and Mac really wanted in on the action.  



Eleanor was looking so cute this morning that we took a selfie and then had a little mini photo session in the living room. 

FYI, these little blue jeans that I bought at the consignment sale are plenty long but not plenty big around.  I thought the elastic waist would let her wear them for a while, but it seems her middle is a bit bigger than her length.  I feel ya, girl.  It happens to the best of us.