DENVER NOTES:
- PR Day giveth, and PR Day taketh away – the weather was moody, like Aretha (RIP) without a Snickers moody. I feel you, girl.
- In related news, I’m positive no one PR’ed except our new traverballing friend from DC.
- In what might’ve been the most positive exchange of the Positivity Award (Tivy) ever, Angela and Virva couldn’t stop complementing each other in a symphony of “My dear”, “Baby”, “Honey”, and “Love”. If you haven’t been complemented by either of them, you probably need a Snickers.
- Julia would’ve had her baby yesterday if we did a full round of Sally Squats, or Squat Squat Poo, or really anything at all involving more than 5 squats. Is she grateful? Is she late-term-been-pregnant-forever-emotional about it? Hard to say.
- According to Laura Green, per Wisconsin Notes podcast (shameless plug), having a baby is just like taking the biggest poop of your life.
- A 7-10 pound poo is terrifying to me.
- Effective squatting may be helpful in some birthing scenarios. Please consult your physician.

I started this blog this morning, after Hayes was awake, which was a rookie #dadmistake, and why it’s taken so long to post. Hayes has picked today to skip crawling almost entirely to teach himself how to pull to standing without help – so I’m busy.
It also turns out that I’m much better, or at least more comfortable, speaking off the cuff with a general idea. Give me a computer and leave me with my thoughts, and I freeze. Of note: Hayes has not yet grasped the magic of sitting quietly alone with one’s thoughts, which has also prolonged this process. Let’s just continue to blame Hayes for most of this, shall we?



