Well, there you have it. Christmas is gone in a flash, it seems. It was our first with Hannah, and although it lasted for almost an entire week between celebrations with both sides of the family and our own little family, it went by way too quickly. I feel like I didn't take enough pictures, like I didn't savor every second of every present she unwrapped, but really—I did. I took in every last second, cemented it within my brain so as not to forget her excitement. Her smiles. Her wide eyes at each and every new toy and outfit. Gosh, it just gets better and better with that little one. She's so big now, drinking real milk and semi-standing on her own without support. Walking is inevitably going to occur any day now. I can't hardly believe it. But I do, just like I believe in the spirit of Christmas—of course, that could be the cookies talking.
I won't even try to hide the fact that I overindulged.
This is all I wanted by the time we got home yesterday:
You understand, right?
But today, it's back at it...it's not like I'd stay away forever. Come now, you know me better. And while the workouts were sparse this past week, I did snag a run on Christmas Day. If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, you've probably already seen this cheesy proof:
Anyway, I'm still digging out from all that needs to be taken care of post-holiday (like laundry, putting together new toys, catching up on the Internet). I worked this morning and the husband is sick as a dog on the couch, my girl is sleeping and here I sit. So I thought I'd quick share with you some of the fitness gifts that Santa sent my way. I'm super excited about all of them:
But guess what? I'm not the only one that got new shoes: