THINKING ABOUT: Beesly has a checkup appointment at the vet this morning and while we're there we plan to pick up Tripp's ashes. All along we've had every intention to take them to the lake (and save a little to mix with Beesly's ashes someday), but I haven't put much thought into the idea of physically having the urn in the house. What do we do with it?? Aside from my grandpa passing last February, I haven't dealt with death much. Everyone seems to handle grief differently, but the idea of having this reminder in our home makes me feel sad and quite honestly a little uneasy. I don't want to rush the process, but I'm eager to spread his remains. When we lived in Texas eight years ago, Lake Amistad was one of the first places we saw Tripp really come to life. The fear that consumed him went away whenever he was swimming, retrieving a ball, or wading in the shallow water like a hippo. I'll never forget our first visit; he was a totally different dog. Suddenly trips to the lake gave us hope he would come around and when he finally did it made our challenges with him in the first years SO worth it. Naturally, it only makes sense that we honor him with tennis balls and one more trip to the lake. He may have physically left us over a month ago, but he lives in my heart forever.
THANKFUL FOR: Nothing makes you appreciate your child sleeping through the night until they don't. Womp womp. On Tuesday there was literally nothing we could do to stop Max from crying off and on from 9 PM until 4 AM Wednesday. Considering he had a stomach bug earlier this week, we ensured that he went to bed with both Tylenol and Motrin. Additionally, the white noise machine was on, lavender was being diffused, and the temperature was on the cool side just as he prefers. Both Tripp and Beesly were in his crib along with his snowman, monkey, and Minion. Flyboy and I couldn't figure out what his deal was. Was this another sleep regression?! Finally I had enough of the cat and mouse game, so I insisted we let him cry it out, which meant I slept with earbuds and the white noise app running on my phone while FB tossed and turned. Everyone woke up the next morning disgruntled and I've got to admit that I'm just really happy Wednesday is over and we get to hit refresh.
WATCHING: What is it about the movie Frozen that sucks kids in? I swear it's magic voodoo. Do you think it's the animation? The colors (serene shades of blue and purple)? The music? Whatever it is, I bow down to you, Disney! There are few movies that Max will sit and watch, but this is currently his favorite. Sometimes I think it has something to do with the fact that he's snowman obsessed and Olaf is pretty adorable, but the character doesn't make that many appearances for him to watch from start to finish.
EATING: Last Saturday Flyboy was reading Runner's World and decided to whip up one of the breakfast recipes featured in the latest issue. I'm not a huge egg lover, but these Pesto Egg Cups have made me pretty excited to wake up and work out.
PESTO EGG CUPS:
Whisk together 8 eggs, 1/3 cup of sour cream, 1/3 cup of chopped sun-dried tomatoes, 3 Tbsp. of pesto, 1/2 tsp of salt, and 1/4 tsp of red pepper flakes. Pour into 12 greased muffin cups and bake at 375 degrees until eggs are set, about 20 minutes.
LISTENING TO: Okay peeps! I could use your help coming up with a new spinning playlist. My go-to Pandora stations are getting to be too predictable these days and the lineup I've got on iTunes has grown stale. What song would you listen to if your alarm went off at 4:20 AM and you needed an instant pick-me-up?? I'm open to any and all genres. What's your favorite workout tune?
READING: My mom sent me an amazing book entitled Other-Wordly and the English nerd in me is eating it up. Illustrated with the most charming scenes, the book looks at words in various languages that are equal parts odd and wonderful. What's not to love??
LOVING: When Flyboy shared this article he found about rescue dogs swimming in a pool filled with 4,000 tennis balls with me, I immediately started giggle crying (that's a thing, right??) and thought of our dear Tripp. I'm going to refrain from rambling about it too much because it will resort in more ugly crying, but if you get a chance, PLEASE read this feel good story. It's SO worth it.