Recap of the ... Month.

Sorry to say, but I am kind of doing a horrible job living up to my promise of posting blogs more frequently. I read somewhere that if you do something for 21 days, it becomes a habit. Currently I'm trying to do this with running. I think I mentioned this in my last blog. But if I didn't - I'm getting back into running! And it's going really well.

I tried using the Couch to 5k App but found that I largely ignored when I was told to run and when I was told to walk. Once I get into a good running groove, I'm not about to stop and power walk. C'mon. So I've just been running and walking at my own leisure and it's working out great. My first day I ran a whole mile! I didn't think I would last that long. My little mile felt like a whole marathon to me. I would have jumped up and down in sheer joy when I made it back home if my legs weren't about to fall off.

All of this running deserves a reward though, right? Right. So I decided to go to Plato's Closet (my favorite thrift store) with my mom and Endsley this week. I found a pair of True Religion skinny jeans that I was certain were too small and were going to leave me with a terrible muffin top. Apparently I am way to harsh on myself. They fit perfectly.

So I am ecstatic at this point because I have been dying for a pair of nice jeans. My mom is trying stuff on so I take Endsley and sit down on the little bench they have in front of the dressing rooms. And then Endsley gets really quiet. And then I feel her tensing up. And then I hear a very loud fart and she definitely just pooped. This sucks because I forgot my wipes at home. There's a Target next door so I figured I would pay for my jeans and walk on over there to buy wipes. I am about two seconds away from getting up when I feel something warm and wet running down my thigh. Endsley is peeing through her diaper! I grab a burp rag and clean the bench and notice that it's not just pee, there's bright green poo too.

Dear readers, there is no bathroom in this store.

With my mom, we manage to pay for our things and high tail it over to Half Price Books where, luckily, they have a bathroom. Yay! I'm holding Endsley in the classic "must not touch diaper for fear of more fluids leaking out" hold. The plan is to give Endsley a bath. Amazingly, this particular bathroom has a huge sink and nice smelling soap. The water is nice and warm. The hard part is getting Endsley under the water without touching ANYTHING because we're in a public restroom and that is gross.

So I grab a million paper towels and wrap her in them and then lay her down on the other two million paper towels that I used to protect her from the gross diaper changing station. This has worked! Endsley is clean! During her bath, someone tried opening the door three times. And now she wants to nurse. Like right now. Boob time.

When we're finally done, I open the door and see the woman who has been trying to open the door to the bathroom the entire time that I'm in there. She was probably on the verge of peeing herself. I lift Endsley up and smile apologetically at the woman, she is not pleased. This is probably the meanest looking old lady that I have ever encountered. I'm not sure why she was so upset, you'd think she would understand considering she was probably wearing diapers herself.

That was mean.

I guess I should warn you, though you've probably figured this out on your own by this point, that this post is not going to flow together nicely and it's going to largely consist of all of the random stories that I have wanted to post but haven't gotten around to it.

That said - I cut my hair! Two weeks ago... Everyone asked me "Oh is this your mommy cut?" No. It's not. It's my "The high is 108 today so I decided that having less hair is way more beneficial for me." Did I convince any of you?

Okay I'm sorry but Endsley is being really cute and I'm super distracted by her right now. I'm ending my post. I'll get around to posting another tomorrow for Endsley's 3 month update!