6 months and counting

The six month mark came and went, and we didn't even notice until a few days later. Liz was first diagnosed six months and five days ago. It's crazy to think that, especially during those first few weeks, the doctors couldn't even tell us if she had six months left. Now we have hope that those six months will stretch to sixty years. How refreshing to "forget" about such a milestone. Hopefully because it's only the first of many, many more to come. Our friends are going through round two of their cancer journey, and they shared this reminder from Romans 12:12 to find joy, patience, and faith during difficult times:

On a lighter note, I'm still going to the gym. (Pause for laughter.) The good news is that I don't groan nearly as much when I get off of the floor after changing the baby or playing with the kids at home, and I generally feel a lot better, or perhaps I just appreciate the non-gym times more since I hate gym time so much.

So the demented mistress of the dark my trainer must be encouraging me to do something right. Still haven't lost much weight, but I really think it's because I'm converting fat directly into magical powers so I never have to work out again lean muscle mass.

The gym has mirrors everywhere. Usually it destroys my soul doesn't bother me. But I have learned a few things by evaluating my reflection:

1. Everyone looks way tougher than they really are when they use kettle weights.
2. It might look like I'm a super fan of a certain brand of workout clothes, but I'm not. I'm just cheap and bought a whole bunch of stuff on sale at Target.
3. No one looks cool prancing down the aisle touching opposite elbows and knees. I swear that my trainer makes me do things like that just to shame me into accepting further punishment entertain herself.

Gym Guy is still around. A few words of advice to him this week:

► Purple silk briefs aren't a thing.
► I know you want to impress yourself with your weight loss, but a pair of underwear really wouldn't add that much weight when you're on the locker room scale.
► In case I am wrong and purple silk briefs actually are a thing, perhaps you could do us a favor and keep your leg off the counter when you break out the Axe body spray.
► If you are going to bring a manscaping device into the shower with you, at least try to hide it under a towel so we won't know what you're about to do.
► Oh, and since you're over 30, Axe body spray isn't a thing either.

Go Team Liz.

Cohen and Mom holding hands in the waiting room at his checkup last week.

Cohen's latest creations. I love his drawings.

Success! We tossed the toddler bed, then the big boys and I built a new one for Jensen.