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go, mommy go!

today is the first full day of round-the-clock-solo-parenting of a preschooler and a newborn (john's in berkeley for a research group meeting until monday.... but i'm sure he's really eating yummy indian food & lots of cheeseboard pizza). we went to mommy exercise this morning, for the first time since marcus' birth. i just walked and did just a few of the arm exercises. it felt great to be up and out in the fresh air so early, and i know i'll get stronger as i get back into the groove. afterwards, we walked over to the zoo with a group from our class and owen was able to check out all his keiki zoo favorites (primarily the guinea pigs), and assemble a giant floor puzzle, and hang with some friends while i nursed marcus in the shade. the honolulu zoo is really one of my favorite places on earth :)

so far we're all still alive, and in a stroke of luck, both boys are napping peacefully (call it a miracle or attribute it to my superpowers). the dishes are done. the stinkiest laundry is in almost done. i just got to take a shower. our neighbors are having us over for dinner tonight for chinese take-out. i know that it won't always be this easy, but a girl can dream....

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Karin said…
Definitely super powers. ;-)
JohnJohn said…
Go, Mommy, Go!

I was in the UC Village tonight visiting the Howards. That place has really changed since we were there. But our old apt was nicely lit up and looked as warm as I remember it. So many memories!

I'd try to bring some Cheese Board Pizza back, but I don't think it'd be quite the same...
Anonymous said…
auntie amy was inspired by our talk yesterday and reading your post. i got up early and went to jazzercise before coffee and breakfast (well, i had a banana so i didn't pass out). tell owie that i will come see him in hawaii next year but i'll see him first at nona and papi's at christmas.
Anonymous said…
Great work prioritizing stinkiest laundry first!

Seriously, it sounds like a dream day. So happy for you that everything went so well.

And now I really want to visit your local zoo, too.
mama mia said…
Don't you love it when a plan comes together? Glad you had an awesome day. My mouth was watering for the cheeseboard pizza too.
I'm gonna need some serious tips from you...not just on laundry and feedings but ALL of it. You're awesome and i miss you. Hugs to you all!

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