from swim to snow

We finally got around to signing the kiddo up for some parent and tot swim classes. He goes nutso during bath time and totally seems to be a water baby, so we thought we'd slightly increase the level of water exposure and have a good ol' fashioned splish splashin' time. I wish we had done it sooner. It was so much fun, for him and for us. Plus, it's winter and cold and therefore we're stuck indoors so much of the time. The temps have been in the can't-even-go-outside range more often than not. I'm talking like frostbite in minutes. No thanks. Swimming is a great excuse to get out and just DO something. And, well he's a natural. A fish. 

The water exposure also prompted the hubs and I to sign up for aqua cycle classes. I've been baking too many cookies and cakes and things and getting all Martha in my domesticity. We figured if we do it together, we're accountable to each other and have no choice but to engage in some physicality. It makes me feel like we're straddling the line of geriatric, but when your thighs are a burning afterwards I suppose that's all that matters. Burn baby burn.

I had to buy my first non bikini swimming attire too. Which was not fun. It felt like the symbolic final passage over to the flipside world of post pregnancy, from which there is no return. Into the world of stretch marks and kangaroo pouches. Granted my mid section situation is probably not as bad as the gruesome, fat-oozing, torn to shreds devastation of a natural disaster as I imagine it to be. First thing in the morning (before breakfast), I am rocking it in the mirror. But alas, one must be sustained with nourishment and therefore the stomach must distend and bloat. It just... isn't the same as before. And that takes some getting used to mentally more than physically.  That being said, I do plan to rock a bikini once more. That is for certain. But for now, I draped my post baby bod in a tankini from the barftastic 'mom' section of Target, bared my cheesy flesh (as pale as the snow piled out in heaps outside), and worked it out.

I am woman, hear me roar. And all that.

Here's some snowy pics too. Because the white stuff is all there is in recent memories. 

(also, go canada go!)