mondays

I've realized that I love my Monday's.  It hasn't always been this way, of course, but the last few months I've noticed that I always have good Monday's.  Here's why:

After breakfast, I usually water my plants in the sunroom, and Cassidy has caught on.  I'm not trying to say that my baby is better than yours, but she actually waters my plants for me now, and does a pretty good job.  My baby is soooo smart, and I didn't even make her watch Baby Einstein movies when she was in the womb.

Ever since she was like 4 months old, I've been kind of worried that she's going to be super butch when she gets older.  She has this really deep voice that scares the other little kids in the park, and everyone still calls her a boy, even when I have her in pink.  But then I remember we're in Portland, and boys wear pink in Portland, and have names like Ariel, and Sparrow.

After watering, I usually have some yard work to do, so I let the wild child loose in the backyard.  See those bushes she's running by?  I've been trimming those damn things for the past 2 weeks. 

I repotted some of my geraniums and put them by the door here.  I love them!  She's sporting her dollar store thermals. 

After yard work, we head over to the park, which you can see by her face she loves.  I can't stop laughing at this picture.  I want to blow it up to life size and make wallpaper out of it.  It would sell like hotcakes.

After playing in the park, I head out to track practice.  I coach a high school team, and Monday's are our long distance days, where we go for long runs that take us all over the surrounding neighborhoods.  I must say, I get a kick out of coaching.  Not only is it satisfying to see the kids discovering the intrigue of running, but I also have fun hanging out and running with them.  It keeps me young, and high schoolers are pretty entertaining.  But it also leads me to try reliving my glory days, which usually ends up making me depressed.  That's me in the picture above, back when I was light on my feet, and a little less jiggly. 

After track practice, I come home, take a shower while trying to dodge Cassidy playing with her bath toys under my feet, put on something cozy, and sprawl out on the couch with a Rootbeer to watch Gossip Girl.  This show is so stupid, it's almost painful to watch, but I have a lesbian crush on Serena, and all of her pretty clothes, so I watch it faithfully every monday night. 

And then, it's time to put Cassidy down for bed, and I can fall asleep while reading The Three Musketeers.  It's such a good book.  Not a bad day, I must say.