Max will be 7 months tomorrow! I almost cannot believe it -- this time went SO fast. Ryan's babyhood-dom seemed to last forever. Maybe it's the difference in seasons -- winter vs. summer and all that jazz.
He's sitting up on his own now and loves to play with toys -- he also LOVES to put everything and anything in his mouth, especially any sort of bright and shiny electronic equipment. He is such a sweet boy now -- the monster that existed for the first 4 or 5 months is totally gone. When he's over tired now, you can get him to sleep pretty easily. He does awesome at tummy times and he can even move around a little bit on his tummy. Not crawling yet though. He stands pretty good too, if someone is holding onto his hands. I'm just so impressed by him. haha; Ryan took forever to do anything, but Ryan was also very content sitting his in round-thing or jumper or just on the floor for longer than Mr. Maxer.
I have started to get back into a workout routine of sorts. I'm trying to get down to the gym at work 3 days a week. I got one day in this week. I wish I could just get into a schedule at work where I could take my lunch every day. But, I went to Panda Express with my Dad on Tuesday for lunch (which was freakin' amazing -- Honey Walnut Shrimp, you are my new best friend), so I had some time to make up. Waaaaaaa waaaaaah.
I dream of losing 100 lbs, but would be content with 10 at this point. Small moves, I suppose. Since I don't plan on having any more babies anytime soon (if ever...), I can take my time and make small changes. Okay, let's be honest: I dream of wearing the pink pinstripe pants from Express that I bought about 10 years ago -- they are my goal.
The meds are great. I know many people do not like to use drugs to fix problems, but short of taking 6 months off to myself, I was not going to get better. My brain chemistry was off. Frankly, I think it's been off for more than just after Ryan and Max. It's nice to feel normal again and not feel like the smallest tasks are the most impossible thing in the whole world. Plus, I'm prone to fits of rage, so it's pretty obvious when I'm out of sorts. I'm usually yelling at someone or something. And I'M ALWAYS RIGHT!!! I'm never wrong when I'm having trouble with depression. And nobody else can do anything right either. Just sayin'.
Anyway, happy times around these parts. It's pretty nice.
