Like father, like son.

When Todd and I moved in together four years ago I was really thrown off by his night time habits. Up until I met him, I was always sort of a loner. I stuck to my own schedule- went to bed when I wanted, came and went with groups of friends at my leisure, or even went out alone sometimes. Weird, I know. I like a certain level of autonomy. 

I noticed that Todd would wait for me to go to bed- get this- so we could go together. WEIRD (to me at the time.) It started to annoy me. He would lay on the floor in a nest of pillows, take his glasses off and fall asleep. I would suggest he go to be. "No, I'll wait for you...ZZZZzzzzzz." 

"Really? Oookkkkkkay." (sing-song voice.)

This pattern went on for sometime. When he would complain that he was tired, I reminded him that maybe he should consider going to bed a little earlier. "But I like to go to bed with my Sweetie." *I can hear you all swoon....but remember, I like doing my own thing... so this annoyed me.*

On nights he would actually go to bed before me...he would leave the light on for me- sound asleep - all the lights on.

I've changed as the years have gone by- I like our little routine now- I suppose the persistence of this Todd character has softened me. 

And now- look what we have here...

This kid LOVES his mommy. We sit on the couch and flex the muscles on my laptop and DVR and as long as he's with me (or can smell me, rather)- he's set. If it's play-with-the-gym time- I have to be involved. Going to sleep? I'm sending a TShirt with my BO all over it. When he's with his cousins, he's cool (peer pressure?) So in a week and a half (GROSS) when I go back to work and leave him with my mother and the twins, he should be good (as long as I send the shirt I wore to bed along with him.)

I suppose I should eat this up, right? There's going to be a time when he won't want to hang out with me (or there better be- boys/men with mommy issues are not for this lady) so cheers to Maks and mommy time. 

Back to work in a week and a half- the thought sickens me. It seems like just yesterday I was in my bosses' office discussing my next move and then going into labor that night. I feel like a lot has changed in this time. I'm reminded with this time that I really want to have a sporadic schedule at work- odd days off- random schedule- but I want to teach something. This weekend I had my level three yoga training. I thoroughly enjoyed all of it- the drive to Pittsburgh, the people in the class, eating our way around the 'burgh, everything. It fueled me to sign up for my retrains for levels 1 and 3 and buy a shit-ton of books about different things on Amazon. It's so funny- when I started taking these trainings a year ago- I went into it all with the idea that I wasn't into what I referred to as the "hippie crunchy" aspect of it all- didn't want to chant, don't care about the philosophies- just want the workout. Hey, guess what? They sort of go hand in hand. Rats.

Just with everything else, though, there are levels of crazy and I am certainly NOT giving up meat any day soon as serious yogis often do. No way. I LOVE cheese burgers. And my love affair with breakfast meats is an on-going journey. I may get a stick figure for the back of my car though ;-)

I'm looking into becoming an ACE group fitness instructor so if anyone can explain this to me (what does this get me other than a cert? Is it just an anatomy/physio training and then I have to get certifications on top of that? I need more answers, people!)

Birthday dinner at Dad's tonight. This means MORE ICE CREAM CAKE.