Little Successes

Little successes this past week have been popping up all over the place. 

1. Gabe is drinking juice 1/2 diluted with water, sometimes 3/4 of the way... Okay, so Gabe is drinking water with a splash of juice. He even asked for water - pure, unaccompanied water - today at nap time. Success.

2. I took out my 80-minute prenatal yoga DVD for the first time since I was pregnant with Gabe. I made it, comfortably, through the first 40 minutes. I even busted out my yoga mat, brick, belt and chair. It felt so good, I was relaxed and left energized. (Before beginning yoga I thought, "I'll get through this and then go take a nap while Gabe is sleeping.") No Nap Necessary! Success.

3. Gabe spent much of today with a runny nose, watery eyes, and a slight cough. I felt somewhat responsible because I figure he picked this up at the museum yesterday. But then I was reminded how crazy this weather has been, and it's most likely seasonal allergies. I didn't freak and call the doctor. I went on with the day as normal and even took him to gymnastics. He did fine, and so did I. The hypochondriac in me is subsiding. Success.

4. Gabe + Gymnastics = Really stressful hour, spent yelling for him to listen. 

Gabe + Gymnastics Today = The best he has EVER done, soliciting songs of praise from both his instructors and fellow mommies. He took his turn, listened to directions, and high-fived other kids for jobs well done. 

Disciplined + Social + Finally Getting the Hang of It = Success. 

5. Usually I can't fall asleep without Manny next to me. Sure, sure, you can say it. We are still "newlyweds" even though our big THREE YEAR is coming up August 6. (Please keep the snickering to yourselves.) This week, I have managed to fall asleep within 10 minutes of hitting the pillow and only wake up for my usual 3 a.m. bathroom-go. It could be because of the prego belly I am sporting lately or just because I am getting better at this. 

And, don't laugh, but a lot of times I wake up scared and think demons are lurking around, trying to scare me. It's a symptom I've never recovered from after my dad showed me The Exorcist in 7th grade. I have never fully recovered from being scared shitless at the age of 13. I'm a total sissy. Thanks, pops. Hope you get nightmares too. 

So, falling asleep + staying asleep = Success.

6. Gabe and I have not "had it out" all week. I am beginning to suspect it is because there is no one around (err, Daddy) to distract me from him... He has had my full undivided attention but he has been SO good. I expect hell to freeze over on Saturday when Manny gets back home...

But, Me + Gabe + Getting Along = Success.

7. We have not dirtied ONE Pull-Up since Tuesday! He has gone to potty every time and has even alerted me to the action. This not only saves tons of money, but also means he is on his way to real boyhood. Success. 

8. My young Padawan has learned quite nicely from the Jedi Master of Oral Hygiene (i.e., me): Manny has brushed his teeth both morning and night while in Las Vegas. S-U-C-C-E-S-S. Mr. Manny should be thanking me personally since they are working together 24/7. 

Tomorrow is Friday and is looking to be a full day. Saturday is already half-way filled and Manny arrives back to JFK around 7 p.m. 

Three days down, two to go. SUCCESS!!!!! 

P.S. Added bonus/Success: Memorial Day weekend is supposed to be BEAUTIFUL and into the high 70s. Can't. Wait.